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4. The Claiming
Jessica awoke feeling fantastic. She was sore, of course. After a night like that, how could she not be? But even with the aches throbbing all over her body, deep in her muscles and bones, Jessica felt
satisfied
.
She was more thoroughly pleased than she had been in over a year. It was a pleasant buzz that danced over her skin, tingling. It was the feeling of warmth that bloomed from deep in her belly. It was the afterglow of getting
laid
.
And
damn
did Jessica Drew get laid.
She sat up in her bed then, raising her arms above her head in a morning stretch. The gratifying pull on her bones and muscles drew a soft moan from the superheroine's lips. She let her slender arms drop to her lap, letting out a content sigh. Jessica wasn't even a morning person, but she felt like she was
glowing.
With a pleased hum, she threw her bare legs over the side of her bed - her very messy, clearly battle-scarred bed. Standing naked in her bedroom, the brunette spider-heroine stared at her place of sleep.
A part of her was shocked - she and her gentleman guest had really put the bed frame to the test, hadn't they? Another part of her was a little proud. The state of her bed - hell, the state of her whole damned
bedroom
- was only a sign that Jessica Drew got the fuck of her life last night. And from how great she felt this morning, she must have handled that stud like a
champ!
Speaking of that stud...
Jessica planted her hands on the small of her back and leaned backwards, stretching. Her mind focused on the young man she had taken home last night. Lance Thorne, the new superhero on the block. He had saved her from becoming roadkill. He had defeated that giant robot. And then he flew down and flirted with her. Old school superstud behavior it was, Jessica remembered with a wry smirk. And she had rewarded old school heroics with an old school reward.
Perhaps it was a bit more wanton than Jessica normally acted. But it couldn't be said that it wasn't worth it. And there was the fact that young Mister Thorne was built like a Greek god... Good lord, was he
gorgeous.
And those bloody eyes of his, so silver and full of charm... Enough to make Jessica's heart skip a beat.
A giggle bubbled up in the superheroine's throat as she vividly remembered how those same silver eyes stared deep into her own as their own fucked her wildly on her bed.
Her bed
... It was only then that Jessica noticed that her bed was empty. Her superbly sculpted lover was nowhere to be found.
For a moment, Jessica dreaded that Lance might have done the reviled "pump and dump" to her. But an instant later, her acute senses alerted her to some goings-on outside her bedroom.
The first thing that she noticed was the smell. It carried upon the cool morning air, right into her nostrils. What followed was the sound, her ears greeted by the unmistakable cacophony of kitchen work. Jessica's stomach growled and her heart fluttered. Her handsome guest hadn't bedded her and dipped. He had decided to
make her breakfast.
A beaming smile spread across Jessica's face. Indeed, it was nice to experience kindness from such a strapping bloke - especially after having such sour luck in the dating field for the last few months. But Jessica didn't just feel pleasantly surprised, she felt
overjoyed.
And towards a guy she had just met, too.
Somewhere in the back of Jessica's mind she knew it was odd to feel so strongly for a man she'd only slept with once, even if he was quite the dashing fellow. Hell, she knew his pheromones had more than little to do with it. But Jessica didn't care. She wanted to see his handsome face again... And maybe give him another
passionate
showing of gratitude for rescuing her fine ass.
Jessica found her man busying himself in her kitchen, just as she expected. Even so, she was delightfully surprised. The display that graced her vision was one of bare, bronzed skin and firm, solid muscles that looked like they were chiseled from stone. The creature that stood before her was a
man.
And he was bloody
gorgeous.
Adonis in his undies... Making me breakfast...
Jessica could barely contain her glee. Bouncing on the balls of her feet like some giddy cheerleader, she bit her lower lip and observed. Lance was situated at her stove, his back turned towards her while he focused his attention on a pan of scrambled eggs and bacon. Jessica drew her eyes up his body - good lord, did this man take care of himself - shamelessly drinking in the perfection of his musculature. Of course she took some extra time to truly appreciate his ass. So tight and firm, blessing her eyes even when they wrapped up in a pair of black boxer briefs.
Smartest decision you ever made bringing this one to bed, eh Jess?
The nude brunette lingered at the kitchen entryway for a few moments longer, eyeing her early bird guest like she was a starving lioness and he was a juicy, dripping slab of meat. His smooth, deep voice shook her from her lustful stupor.
"I woke up a while ago. Thought I might make us some breakfast. I hope that wasn't too forward of me." He turned then, flashing her a winning smile. His silver eyes twinkled then, just like they did yesterday, and Jessica almost forgot how to speak.
"No. Not at all. I don't mind, that is..." Jessica watched him shovel scrambled eggs from the pan onto a large plate, scooping them with a spatula. The scent of the food was stronger now, carrying a hint of melted butter. It smelled
scrumptious.
Then the superheroine blinked. She gave the half-naked man an incredulous look. "You knew I was standing here the whole time?"