The PinUp Coffee Shop

Chapter Eight: Howdy Partner

***Mature content ahead. Read at your own discretion. This chapter may seem like just a filler and a bit confusing, but I promise it plays a big part in the story as a whole. It gives you a little insight to how two of our main character think and fear and love. I do want to say that it isn't a very long chapter, but it has some important content. Plus I was wanting to write a scene like this, and this just fit for the timeline and the ongoing character development. 

Enjoy!!!

"Howdy, Partner," a thick country accent erupted from behind him. Long red curls falling over her shoulders as she leaned against the door frame of in his kitchen. She was wearing light blue, faded jeans, a plaid brown, orange, and white button up shirt, brown and orange boots, a flashy belt, and a brown cowboy hat. In her hand that was propped against her hip was a black cowboy hat.

Jace turned away from his fridge to look behind him. He hadn't heard her come in, and that was something that never happened. So seeing her, in his penthouse, dressed like a cowgirl in jeans that looked that good on her, struck him in a way he was almost ashamed to admit. If they had been further in their relationship, he'd have his hands in her back pockets, body pressed against him, and tongue down her throat.

But they weren't there yet, so Jace just shifted uncomfortably and went to hunch over and rest his elbows against his island and gaze at her. "Is that for me, little lady?" he asked flicking his eyes to the black hat against her leg, hoping that she didn't recognize his discomfort. While he spoke and listened to her answer, he was picturing of his mother, because that was something that could put anyone off. And it worked.

"It's yours, if," she paused and smiled sweetly at him. "I can get a kiss first."

Jace smirked, and with a newly established confidence. "That price is a little unreasonable, don't you think?" Striding like a cat that was focus on a small mouse, almost circling his prey, and stopping in front of her, he smirked. She was gazing back at him, just as boldly, looking him up and down before resting her eyes back on his. Jace almost had to take a step back. This girl was throwing him for a loop. Normally she was shy and reserved, but here she was, standing in front of him, a totally different person. Jeans tight enough that you could put a quarter in her back pocket and tell if it were heads or tails and her shirt unbuttoned enough that he could peak down the front of it and see the cleavage that was fitted to the crimson push up bra she was sporting. Instead of blushing with the subject of intimacy, she started checking him out; looking at him like he were her prey.

Smirking right back at him she closed the space between them, pressing her chest against him and putting her arms around him. "I think we can negotiate," she raised herself on her tip toes and pressed her lips against his with a slow yet hungry desire. Jace knew that this was something Clary had never done, and that just the day before she had pushed him away for moving a bit too fast. But this time, Clary instigated this, and he knew that if he pushed her away, it might hurt her feelings, beside the fact that he didn't want to push her away. Now his mind was spinning, so he went with it.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her against himself tighter, making her feet lift from the ground enough to only to be on the very tips of her toes, with close to nothing for weight on them. Clary removed her arm that was holding the cowboy hat from his waist and draped it over his shoulder and around his neck, pulling him closer whilst the other hand moved under the hem of the front of his shirt. The action was so unexpected and innocent that Jace grunted in acceptance and pleasure of the sudden soft touch of her skin on his. But that small action opened a lot of doors for them in that moment. Clary was going out of her way to create that skin on skin, and he knew it by the way she traced the lines of his abs and line of hair he had running from his navel to his jean line and stopped because the barrier from his jeans. Her fingers paused on the buttons of his jeans, almost asking him for permission to enter.