Starting Over (A Linstead Story)

Chapter 16

On his way home, Jay's attention had shifted from the positive and enjoyable time with Jess towards getting home to Erin. She would want to know about his evening of course, then there would be sex. He enjoyed sex with Erin of course. How could he not, with someone so passionate and beautiful. Even so, doing it multiple times a day every day was starting to give it something of a feeling of a job that needed to be done rather than a wonderful experience to enjoy. He felt bad for feeling that way, but he couldn't pretend he wasn't.

"Erin? I'm home!" he called out after letting himself into the apartment.

"I'm in the bedroom!" she called.

"Two minutes! Going to get myself a drink!"

Whenever Jay drank alcohol, he made sure to have a large glass of water before going to bed. It helped a lot with avoiding, or at least mitigating hangovers.

He downed the water and made his way to the bedroom. The door was closed, suggesting that Erin was comfortably tucked into bed.

That assumption was blown out of the water as soon as he opened the door. Erin was lying on her side on the bed, wearing a black leather bra and panties set and matching elbow length leather gloves. She had even put makeup on, not that her natural beauty required it. The sight before him took Jay's breath away as he walked into the room.

"I went shopping on my lunch break yesterday," she said, maintaining her sexy pose on the bed.

"I can see that," he said in obvious delight.

"We've been having so much sex, thought I'd spice things up a bit."

"Consider things spiced," he said, joining her on the bed, thinking better of saying that he had just been thinking some spice might be needed. He took his shirt off. "Those gloves are very sexy."

"Almost didn't buy them. You mentioned I have sexy hands, so I wasn't sure if these would make things better or worse for you."

"Better," he said definitively.

While they had been talking, she had unbuttoned his jeans. A hand slipped inside his boxers. "In that case, enjoy."

"Don't go too far with that, honey. We've got a baby to make."

"Oh, I'm just waking you up a little. Now stop talking and kiss me."

Jay did as he was told without hesitation.

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The next morning, the first thing Jay saw when he woke up was Erin's discarded leather outfit on the bedroom floor. Reminding him of the previous night, it turned him on right away and made him wish she was still in bed with him. Sadly, she was up already, downstairs by the sound of it. At least that meant there would be coffee and toast waiting when he went downstairs.

With that in mind, he decided his morning shower could wait until after breakfast, got dressed and went downstairs. Erin was already settled at the table with her coffee and toast.

"Hey," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"How was your night? There's coffee and toast," Erin said.

"I think you know how my night was," he said, thinking back to the mind-blowing sex as he fixed himself a coffee.

She laughed. "Not that. I meant at Jess's place."

"Oh!" he said, making like he hadn't know what she meant all along. "It was good. She's starting to open up to me slowly. The grief is hitting her hard. I managed to calm her down when she got upset and we ended up having fun. I was telling her funny army stories and she was telling me gruesome crime scene cleaning stories. A few laughs did her a lot of good, as it does for anyone."