Interrupted Mornings
Dean groaned when he was nudged, nearly rolling off the small bed before he caught himself with a jerk. “Wa…”
“Mom’s gonna kill me if she catches me sneakin’ outta here,” came a soft grumble from behind him as his shoulder was nudged again.
Rolling a little, he was fast enough that he was able to pin the blond under him as he dipped to kiss her deeply. “It’s worth it, Sweetheart. ‘Sides. Can’t go yet.”
Jo moaned as she arched up to kiss him back, arms wrapping around his neck and fingers slipping into his hair. “Says you.” Shifting under him, she shivered at the feel of him hard against her. “Got a problem there, football start?”
“Not a problem if you’ll help me fix it,” he murmured against her lips. His hips rocked, sliding him along her hip. They’d started late enough that she’d been too tired to done her usually sleeping gear, so all he met was bare skin as he moaned for the friction.
Shifting her hips, she moaned softly as her leg started to wrap around him. Yes on the tip of her tongue. Though a loud bang on the door had them both jump, though Jo’s gasp was less a sound and more a bite at Dean’s lip as she jerked back.
“You damn well not have my daughter in there, Winchester,” Ellen growled through the door.
Dean groaned low as he shifted to let Jo get up, eyes tracking her as she scrambled for a shirt and he moved for some pants. “Would I do that, Ellen?” The snort from the bed as Jo wiggled into her panties had him grin at the blond. Even nearly dressed she looked damn good in his bed.
There’s a low, threatening sound from the otherside of the door. “Don’t toy with me, Winchester. “
Tossing Jo a book after she at least hides her legs under the covers of the rumpled bed, Dean settles in a chair near the bed with a notebook and pen. His head ducks as she actually opens it to the chapter their class is working on. “We’re studying, I promise.”
She doesn’t knock, it’s her damn Roadhouse he’s living in, after all. And her eyes go to the bed, where Jo sits along with an open book in her lap. Her hair is mussed and her lips are a little swollen, but there’s no flush to her cheeks to betray what they’d started to do this morning. “Mom?”
Her eyes flicker to Dean in a chair, shirtless but covered where it counts and she grumbles softly. “Didn’t even know you knew what side of the sun this was,” she answered sourly. “You, missy. Go get dressed for school.” Her finger pointed at Jo before swinging to Dean. “And you keep your hands to yourself.” She didn’t wait for an answer as she turned and moved down the hall and stairs, looking to get some breakfast going for them both.
“She’s going to skin you one of these days,” Jo murmurs as she slips from the bed after she’s sure her mom is gone from the hall.
Chuckling, Dean tosses the notebook onto the bed and moves to kiss her deeply. “It’s worth it, Jo.” He pulls away slowly with a low groan though, there’s no way they have enough time to finish what he’d tried to start. “You go get dressed. I’ll meet you down there after a quick shower.”
She nipped at his lip when he pulled back, a low hum in her throat and her eyes dark. “Glad you think so, Cowboy.” Her hand brushes against him, smirking at the way he groans. “Should take care of that before school.”
There’s a low sound of want from him. “Careful or your mom will catch us because I won’t let her scare me to stop this time.”
Grinning, she moved to the door as her hips swayed enticingly for him. “Promises, promises,” she teased. When he lunged for her, she bolted down the hall with a laugh and nearly quiet bare feet on the wood floor.
He watched her go, a soft smile on his face before he turned to grab some clean clothes and head for the shower. Even with things to take care of, Ellen would kill him if he took to long.