Riley moaned. “This is the best idea you’ve ever had.”
“No, it isn’t, Thorn,” he said through clenched teeth. “You are.”
Damn. Nick was ready to teach a masterclass in rooftop romance.
They moved in sync toward a common goal: Pleasure. With every thrust, every heaved breath, every drop of sweat, Riley felt closer and closer to him.
She felt those delicious little muscles that had been ignored for far too long before Nick quicken around him.
He growled against her neck. “I feel you, baby. I know you’re ready to let go. I’m with you.”
There was a groan that seemed to come from neither of them. And then she was coming. Nick went rigid above her. She gripped him with her thighs and surrendered to the free fall as their bodies did what Nick told them to. She was halfway through the orgasm of a lifetime when she realized the fall wasn’t just metaphorical. They landed, still joined, with a bone-jarring thump crossways on their bed in a pile of candles, condoms, and roofing debris.
“Jesus Christ,” Nick groaned.
“Did you just—”
“I fucked you through the roof. Are you okay?”
Riley brushed plaster dust off his face. Her bra hung from the gaping hole in the ceiling, which now afforded an unrestricted view of the starry sky. Burt looked up from his dog bed and gave a questioning “boof.”
“Hi, buddy,” she said.
She did a body scan, but everything seemed more interested in reporting with orgasm feedback. “I think so. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I landed pretty hard on you. Or in you,” he pointed out.
“I’m okay,” she assured him, wondering if vaginas could bruise.
He spit out a cloud of dust. “What the hell is this? Drywall?”
Burt jumped up on the bed to investigate just as the bedroom door swung open. “I told you I heard an alien spaceship land on the roof,” Mr. Willicott said, poking the gun-toting Mrs. Penny in the shoulder.
Mrs. Penny accidentally fired the gun into an undamaged part of the ceiling. More plaster fell down. “Whoops.”
Gabe walked in and immediately turned his back on the tableau. “I am unsure how I can be of assistance in this circumstance.”
“Good for you kids, practicing safe sex,” Lily said, plucking a condom off the lampshade on the nightstand.
Fred huffed and puffed into view. His hastily applied toupee was on inside out. “What happened? What did I miss?”
“Nick and Riley are having sex,” Lily announced. “You must not have anchored your sex swing to a stud.” Then she giggled and whispered, “Stud.”
“Why the hell do we end up with an audience every time?” Riley hissed at Nick. Her face was flaming with embarrassment.
“Baby, we’re so damn good everyone wants a ticket.”
To add insult to injury, a mosquito chose that moment to bite her under the eye. Nick slapped it for her.
“Ow!”
“Did you see that?” Lily whispered in delight. “They’re into some really kinky stuff. I can’t wait to tell my pottery class.”
“My mother is in your pottery class,” Riley groaned.
“Stop making noises like that, Thorn,” Nick gritted out in a whisper. She felt him flex inside her.
“You have got to be kidding me. Isn’t there anything that affects your libido?”
