The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(96)

“I thought most women enjoyed post coital cuddling.”

“So that's your selling point, cowboy? You cuddle with them afterwards?”

Jessie frowned at her.

“It isn't just a woman's reputation that follows her home, you know.”

Chapter 3

The Man He Could Be

It was still dark when Debbie woke up. She was wrapped in blankets and the strong arms of a man. A smile pulled at the corners of her mouth as she moved deeper into the warmth. It was nice and she was so comfortable that she never wanted to move. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew that Jessie had crossed the boundary onto her side of the bed, but for now she'd forgive him.

“No use of hanging a sleeping man,” she thought to herself as she closed her eyes waiting for sleep to overcome her again. “The morning will hang us both with the realization that this is just part of a play. Let's just pray it's a comedy and not a tragedy.”

In his sleep, Jessie kissed the top of her head and she decided to not to ponder just how many other women he had done this with.

The first rays of the morning sun danced through the window and Debbie opened her eyes. She was still wrapped up in Jessie's arms, but now something was poking into her stomach making her painfully aware that she was in bed with a man that was used to having his way with women just by walking into the room. She tried to wiggle away from him without waking him hoping to avoid the awkwardness that would be sure to follow.

“Mornin',” Jessie said.

“Shit,” she hissed under her breath before she could stop the word from escaping her lips.

“Everything alright, sweetheart?” he asked with a yawn.

“Maybe I should be asking you that?”

“Huh?”

“Oh, that,” he chuckled rolling onto his back, but still keeping his arm around her. “That's normal.”

“If you say so,” she said pulling away and sitting up.

“Haven't you ever shared a bed with a man before?”

“Yeah, but not one I didn't want to have his erection that close to me.”

“I'd like to have it a lot closer,” he chuckled.

“I'm going to go down and see if your mom needs help with breakfast,” she said and slipped out of the room before Jessie could say anything else.

His mom was more than happy for the help. She welcomed Debbie into the kitchen and quickly put her to work. She was still frying eggs when Jessie finally made his way downstairs. She knew when he entered the room by the sounds of his footfall. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her on top of the head. She hesitantly leaned back against him and was relieved to find that his morning mood had bid him fair well as the day began.

“Mmm.. smells good,” Jessie said. “My favorite breakfast bacon, eggs, and you.”

He nuzzled into her neck and pressed his lips against her flesh. A bright hot blush fanned out across her cheeks and her flesh gave rise to goosebumps. Damn it! How did he suddenly have this effect on her? Was it the fact here at his family home in Montana he suddenly seemed to be the decent family man?

“Don't make her burn those eggs, Jessie!” His mother warned with a laugh. “Or I'll make you eat ever last one of them.

“I can think of other things I'd rather eat for breakfast than burnt eggs!”

“Jessie!” Debbie said as she turned around to bat him away. “Don't say things like that in front of your mom.”

“Or anywhere else or ever about me,” she added silently. “Because I don't think I could handle the broken heart when you got bored of me.”

Somehow Debbie managed to make it through breakfast without running out of the room like a shy and embarrassed school girl. After that comment, Jessie had toned down his language, but his look said everything she needed to know. She considered taking his mother up on the offer to go shopping, but thought better of it. She was going to go through with her part of the deal if it was the last thing she ever did.

An hour later, she was showered, dressed in her favorite jeans, tee-shirt, and sneakers and headed for the stables with Jessie. Their fingers were entwined and he held her hand tightly as a lover would. When they were out on the trail she knew she was going to have to tell him to cool the act. The only problem was that she was going to have to figure out a way to do it without letting him know just how much he was getting to her.

Being on the back of a horse didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. It was a little higher up than she expected, but besides that it felt almost natural to her. She was quiet as she concentrated on guiding the horse to follow behind Jessie and his stallion. The mare was calm and patient with her when she hesitated. The gentle animal made her experience more pleasant.

“You're taking well to her,” Jessie said.

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome, but I was talking to Molly.”

They rode in silence for a few hours. Debbie was paying more attention to Jessie than she was to the trail. Soon, she figured out that Molly knew the path and was more than happy to follow Jessie's lead. It seemed he put females of every species at ease.

About noon they stopped for lunch. The horse grazed in a nearby meadow as they settled onto the picnic blanket.

“You're awful quiet today,” Jessie said setting out the food. “Don't tell me Molly had you scared senseless.”