He stroked her breasts and kissed her neck, giving her soft bites that sent shocks though her body. He rocked against her, teasing her breasts until she couldn’t stop grinding back against him, needing more. She shifted, and he notched against the slippery opening of her sex.
“Push inside me,” she begged, desperate.
“Maggie May,” he breathed as he slid inside her, nothing but a hot, slick welcome to bring him home. “This, baby. This is what we have.” He tightened his hand over her breast, above her heart, and melted her by adding, “And this. Always this.”
She let herself go as he took her, loving her with long, slow strokes until she couldn’t take much more.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Come around me.”
She reached down, feeling aroused at the thought of masturbating in front of him.
“Oh yeah. That’s it.” He shoved harder, still slow, but she could tell he was close.
“I’m going to come,” she told him, unable to hold back.
“Do it. All over me.”
She cried out as he shoved harder, faster. He gripped her breast tightly then thrust once more and released. She loved his breathy moans, the way he held her so close.
And the knowledge that she’d made him lose all control made everything better.
When they finally relaxed, he released his grip on her breast and stroked, rubbing his palms over her nipples, her belly, and easing her into a drugged, semi-aroused state.
“Good morning.”
“Yeah.” She sighed.
He laughed. “I could do thiseverymorning.”
“Me too.” She kissed the arm she rested her head against. “What’s the plan for today? You said something about a softball game?”
He tensed beneath her before withdrawing from her body. “Be right back.” He left and returned with a towel for her. “Come on. Let’s get clean.”
After another half hour spent getting clean—Reggie spending a lot of time on her breasts, getting dirty again, then showering in warm, not hot, water—they finally managed to dry off and get dressed.
“Reggie, I’d like you to meet Benny and Doug,” she said while they sat drinking coffee together outside at his picnic table.
“Ah, I…”
“I know it might feel too soon, but I really, really like you.” She felt her cheeks heat as she said it.
He watched her and sighed. “I really, really like you too.”
Maybe she wasn’t wrong to continue being so honest—to an extent. “Good. I was talking to the guys yesterday, and they said they’d like to meet you.”
“Oh, they did, did they?”
“Is that okay?”
His wide smile answered for him. “Yeah. Tell you what, I was going to ask you to come tonight to the game.” He fidgeted, nervous. “It’s with the guys. My brothers. Well, not my biological brothers, obviously. I only have sisters, but you’ve met them and my dad, so you know.” He snapped his mouth shut. “It’s the guys. They want to meet you.”
“They do?” He’d told them about her?
“Yeah. They, ah, they knew Amy. We all hang a lot. We’re tight, and the right girlfriend has to deal with all of us.”
“All of you?” She tried to tease him, “You need a bigger bed then. Okay, I’m game.”
He jerked and sloshed his coffee from his cup over the table. “What?”
