text: The woman sleeping with her hands pillowed under her cheek looked like an angel. Blaine's wavy hair spread over the dark green sheets, and the slight flush to her cheeks added to the image. Even knowing the blush stemmed from their last round of fucking and her wild hair resulted from when he'd held it in a firm grip didn't tarnish the wholesome aura she cast.
  
  Blaine had loved him with everything she had. He'd done the same. Even wearing a condom, he'd never felt more connected to a lover. Hell, the things they'd done together were about as close to heaven as a guy like him would ever get. Angels didn't visit Sander's Valley, or save men like him.
  
  Propped on his elbow, Jack studied his lover. Blaine was beautiful. No doubt about it. Soft and firm in all the right places. The faded stretch marks on her full breasts and the wicked-looking scar on her hip served as reminders she was as real as everyone else, despite living a life he'd never consider.
  
  And she was here. With him. For a week, maybe two.
  
  There were so many ways he wanted to take her before she went on with her life and he went on with his.
  
  Jack tamed the wild strands of her hair, twisting them loosely and laying them over her shoulder, then settled behind Blaine. She sighed softly as he pressed his chest to her back.
  
  The urge to wake her with his dick in her pussy beat at him. He wanted that complete sense of ownership where he could love a woman anytime and anyway he wanted. You didn't get that level of trust with a fling or a fuck buddy. Damn if he didn't crave it, though.
  
  With this woman.
  
  He buried his face in the crook of Blaine's neck. Her rich feminine scent filled his lungs. She smelled good, like something ripe and sweet he wanted to savor. She could be his addiction. Everything about her, from her rough voice to those little whimpers she made when she lost control, appealed to him.
  
  Except, he didn't want Blaine to be his addiction. Never wanted any part of a long-term relationship. How many times had he said that over the course of his life? Enough that he'd earned a reputation. It was one he'd uphold with Blaine too. He had too much going on in his life without a woman to fuss over or to whom he had to explain his actions.
  
  Or one who called another continent home.
  
  Blaine could be something he indulged in every time she came around visiting Iona, however. A little treat to look forward to. He could live with that. If the way Blaine reacted to him was any indication, she'd be good with a little playtime when she stopped in Sander's Valley too. They'd both win. He'd just have to convince her what they had was worth indulging in. From time to time.
  
  Jack slid his hand to Blaine's pussy but didn't stroke her. He covered her soft mound of blonde hair and kissed her jaw.
  
  Blaine shivered and pressed herself more firmly against him. "Jack."
  
  Satisfaction flowed through him. He hadn't realized how much hearing his name in her sleepy voice appealed to him. She knew exactly who was in this bed with her, who'd loved her, who was ready to send her to heaven again.
  
  He skimmed his parted lips to her ear. "Morning, angel."
  
  She made a pleased sound and tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck. "I'm no angel."
  
  With Blaine awake and aware of whose dick pushed against her ass, Jack stroked his middle finger down her cleft, parting her lower lips and teasing her opening. Arousal coated his finger after a moment. "Could've fooled me. Felt like heaven in your arms last night."
  
  Blaine's long exhale spoke of contentment. She shifted her bottom, allowing his erection to slip between her sweet thighs. He moved his hand to her belly as her wet lower lips cradled his shaft. Tingles spread from the sensitive head of his cock to his balls. The familiar ache built, along with a rush of energy. His muscles burned with the anticipation of loving Blaine.
  
  He shifted his hips, slipping through her arousal. One thrust and he'd join them. He settled a hand on her hip and poised his erection at her opening.
  
  "Do you have any more condoms?" Lust gave her rough voice a sultry edge.
  
  He didn't want to use one. He wanted to see his cum dripping from Blaine's pussy. You didn't get to enjoy that sight without being in a relationship. And he didn't do relationships.
  
  Jack dropped his head to her shoulder. "One. In my shorts."
  
  Blaine stretched across the bed. His penis dipped into her opening. Welcoming arousal bathed the head of his dick. It jerked. Eyes closed, he bit the inside of his mouth. He'd never been so aroused. Blaine hadn't even touched him. The picture she'd made lying next to him had been enough.
  
  The ripping sound of the condom wrapper opening grounded him. He focused on his breathing as she rolled the condom over his dick, then wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft and guided him into her pussy. Blaine's warm, tight body enveloped him.
  
  He muttered a curse. Being inside Blaine was heaven. He'd never thought to find it.
  
  "Jack." She turned her head for a kiss.
  
  This position didn't allow for the deep melding of mouths Blaine's unspoken plea demanded, but he couldn't resist feeling her soft lips against his, giving her whatever he could. He licked first her upper lip, then her lower lip before twining his tongue with hers in a gentle dance that gave him a chance to savor the way Blaine's body fit him.
  
  A perfect glove. Made for him.
  
  He groaned and tightened his hold on Blaine, pulling her closer.
  
  Her inner muscles tightened around his cock, holding him in a firm grip as if she didn't want to let him go any more than he did in this moment.
  
  Without breaking their kiss, he rocked into Blaine's body, rubbing the lower, more sensitive section of her pussy. The slow loving wasn't something he indulged in with other women, but he'd be damned if could deny Blaine this kiss. She needed it. Needed him. Just like this.
  
  She reached back and hooked her hands behind his head. Her ass pushed harder against his groin as she arched her body. His balls grew heavy. He'd never send her over the edge like this. Their loving was too gentle, too slow. Him? He could orgasm right now. No way would he waste his last condom. This fucking had to hold them over until tomorrow.
  
  Jack tore his mouth from hers. He caught her gaze for the briefest of moments. The look in her eyes was one he'd never forget.
  
  Awe.
  
  She was feeling the same thing he did. How damn perfect they fit together.
  
  He'd never seen anything better.
  
  On a rough shove, he pushed Blaine to her belly and yanked her bottom in the air. Her gasp turned into a groan as he rammed his cock into her. Hard strokes shook her ass. He laid his palm over her cheeks to feel the vibrations. It was good. Not good enough, though. He wanted to see her breasts sway.
  
  He adjusted his body over hers and pounded into her from behind. Blaine grunted as he rode her hard.
  
  "Oh God, Jack." She scratched at his legs, trying to pull him closer.
  
  After a moment, she matched him. She fucked him back. Fucked him as if she couldn't get enough of his cock. Of him.
  
  Their bodies slammed against each other. Her arousal coated her thighs, his groin. The sound of their loving surrounded them, along with their rough breaths.
  
  Sweat dripped from his forehead. Still, he fucked Blaine. Gave her everything.
  
  "I'm going to come." Blaine writhed against him.
  
  He slid his hand over her belly, then lower, and rubbed her clit as he fucked her. The pressure against his driving cock sent him higher, pushed him to the edge. Good. He wanted to come with Blaine. Nothing was better than flying together.
  
  Except filling her up while her body worked every drop of his seed free.
  
  His dick thickened, hardened impossibly more. Her inner muscles clamped down. She moaned his name. He groaned hers. His seed rushed down his shaft. His hips jerked, over and over, as he spent himself.
  
  Finally, he tumbled sideways. His dick slipped from Blaine's body. He pulled her against him. Then held her. He just held her. Damn if it didn't feel good to listen to her breathing slow and her body relax against his.
  
  Minutes passed. Blaine's breathing grew even and rhythmic. She'd fallen asleep in his arms. He wanted to follow her into sleep. Too bad he couldn't. Practical matters had to be taken care of first.
  
  Jack slowly eased his body from hers. Blaine didn't move. He breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to curl around her sleeping frame once he disposed of the condom.
  
  He made his way to the bathroom and cleaned up.
  
  A hard knock to the front door stopped him from returning to Blaine. He cursed. Levi was supposed to pick him up at noon. They hadn't slept that late.
  
  With a towel wrapped around his waist, Jack made his way to the door and flung it open.
  
  Eliot Sutherland's assistant/bodyguard stood on the other side with an oblong package. Alex's eyes hardened. He swept his cool gaze down Jack's body to focus on the towel hanging loosely from his hips. "Is Blaine home?"
  
  No British accent accompanied the question. Alex could've been born and raised in coal country. The hairs on Jack's neck rose. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Blaine's sleeping. Do you want me to give her a message?"
  
  Alex worked his jaw and met Jack's eyes, then handed over the shiny wrapped package with its red bow. "No need to wake her. I'm just dropping off this gift from Eliot. He's hoping she'll like the instrument he chose for her and will play it for him when she sees him again."
  
  Jack took the package. "I'll tell her."
  
  Alex inclined his head, then turned and jogged down the steps.
  
  Jack waited until Alex got in his car before closing the door and making his way back to Blaine's bedroom.
  
  Propped on her elbows, Blaine smiled at him as he walked through the door. Her focus slid to the package he carried. "You got me a present?"
  
  At the moment, he wished he had been the one to get her a violin. That excited look in Blaine's eyes for him would've made his day.
  
  "No." Jack set the package on the bed. "Alex dropped it off. It's a gift from Eliot."
  
  "Eliot is the most stubborn—"
  
  "Open it." Jack didn't want to hear what Blaine thought of Eliot, good or bad. His name had no place in her bedroom while Jack sat in it.
  
  Blaine rolled her eyes. "Fine."
  
  Burgundy felt cocooned a violin. He couldn't make any guesses about its quality but Blaine's shocked gasp and widened eyes suggested it was a very good piece.
  
  "Did you get a worthy instrument?" Jack finally asked.
  
  Blaine lifted the violin. She studied it from all angles and gingerly caressed the chin rest. "It's my dad's violin."
  
  He wanted to know how she could tell but didn't bother asking. Her expression told him she was certain it belonged to her father, and that wasn't all. Jack tipped up her chin. "Is your father gone?"
  
  Moisture pooled in her eyes. She nodded. "He died about ten years ago in a robbery. This violin was one of the things stolen. While we recovered many of the other pieces off the black market, we couldn't find his violin. Father had always promised to give it to me on my sixteenth birthday."
  
  And Eliot had been the one to deliver it. Or more accurately, Alex had.
  
  Jack cracked his jaw. He handed her the bow. "Play it for me."
  
  Blaine shook her head. "I can't. I don't have any music."
  
  "What about the notebook you were writing in last night?" Eliot might've given Blaine something irreplaceable, but Jack would be damned if the Brit would hear Blaine play it first.
  
  Panic widened her eyes. "No. I can't. I haven't practiced in weeks."
  
  "You can." He dug a fresh pair of underwear from her drawer, shorts, and a tank top, then took the violin from her and dropped the clothes in her lap. "Or you're not getting this back."
  
  "What?" Blaine reached for the violin. "Give me that!"
  
  Laughing, he held it out of reach. "I'll give it to you on the deck. Then you can play it for me."
  
  Arms in the air, Blaine hopped and tried to grab the violin out of his hands. He turned his body, and she wrapped her arms around him. "Dammit, Jack. If you don't give that to me, I'm going to…I'm going to…"
  
  With a grin on his face, he glanced at the furious woman behind him. Seeing the ire in her eyes tore a chuckle from him. Damn if she didn't look adorable. "What are you going to do? Have your way with me again?"
  
  Blaine wrinkled her nose. On a feminine growl, she shoved away from him and snatched the clothes he'd picked for her. She stormed for the hallway. At the doorway, she glanced over her shoulder. "Don't blame me when your ears bleed, Jack Sander. I'm not that good."
  
  She pivoted and made her way down the hall. The bathroom door slammed.
  
  Jack grinned. She was wrong. She was perfect.
  
  His to enjoy.
  
  At least for the next week. Maybe two.