She has the audacity to giggle. “At least let me know you’re safe during rainy nights. Ping a pebble against my window so I know you’re safe.”
“Come here,” I growl, tugging her against me and sealing my mouth to hers.
“Mmm,” she moans, until we break away, panting. “Wicked orc. Let’s get dinner started and mayhap I’ll let you finger me, aye?”
“Aye,” I agree. “And if I ping a pebble against your window, it means open up.”
Chapter Eleven
Negan:
DINNER IS PREPARED and assembled. Varguk is in the dining room setting the table while I finish cleaning up as much as I can in the kitchen. I already know from past experience that Aunt Rosemary will insist on wearing herself out to care for us instead of taking a break.
As I dry my hands on the kitchen towel, I feel his presence behind me. Not yet touching, but every hair on my body stands on end. Then it’s a warm press of his chest against my back, the flat palm of his hand against my belly as he pulls me in that makes me giddy.
“What time do they get home?” His voice is deep and growly near my ear.
“Probably another half hour. I’ll start the oven and it will be finishing up as they get here.” I reach over to click it on.
“That’s perfect,” he whispers, his voice deep and thick, and I barely suppress the shiver that sends goosebumps down my arms. I love his arms around me and I love when he’s so close that I can smell the warmth of his skin.
His hands slide up the sides of my waist, up to my breasts and my breath catches when he brazenly cups them like he owns me. His touch is so fevered against my flesh.
I arch slightly, not even sure what I’m silently asking. No, more like begging.
But I realize exactly what it was I wanted when his thumbs caress my nipples. A pop of electric excitement zings through me and a sharp inhalation nearly chokes me.
“So responsive,” he mutters. “You and me, Negan. We’re going to be good, eh?”
“Yes,” I counter. “We will be a team.”
“One day, sweet, you’ll be completely, utterlymine.”
I really, really think I’d like that.
“But for now, I’ll relieve you. And while you’re relaxed, enjoying dinner, I’ll brood. Imagining what it’ll be like the first time I sink my cock into your warm, wet cunt.”
A heated wave rolls down my midsection, straight into my low belly.
His hand leaves one of my breasts and slides down the center of my chest to my waist. He slides into my skirt and a moan escapes me, bucking my rear right up against him so I can feel the stiff rod of his cock like an iron pole against my ass.
“Let’s see how wet I can get you, eh?” His breath is warm against my ear.
“But… but what about you?”
“I’ll have my dessert later.”
“Last night—”
“—you were dead tired. You were so sweet, I couldn’t wake you.”
“What if the same thing happens tonight?”
“Oh, sweet. I’ll wake you for cock tonight.”
“Yes, okay.” With those words, that acceptance of him bringing me to orgasm, I release the tension in my hips and sag against him.
His finger slides home. Over my mound, over my clit, barely touches down my cleft, then dips into the lush slickness there.
