Rubbing designs on her back with my fingertips I feel her relax into me, soaking in this moment for a second longer because I know it’s about to come to an abrupt end. Finally, my eyes close and I just say it, “Rhett thinks he saw Preston shine a light into his bedroom window last night.” She turns rigid as her breathing turns shallow in an instant.
“What did you just say? I don’t think I heard you right.” Wrapping my arms completely around her and holding her close, my voice comes out tight, because maybe I’m a little worried too.
“Yeah, he showed us where and we have Mac combing through footage now. We’ll have something by the time Rhett’s in bed tonight. We’re all meeting in my office.”
Before my thought is finished she’s cutting in, “I’m going to be in that meeting. You guys can’t keep me out, this involves me and my son.”
“Whoa, no one said anything about leaving you out. I was telling you so you knew what we were doing after we laid Rhett down. I’m not the enemy here, baby. We’re a team.”
She flinches then looks up at me, “I’m sorry. I went mama bear without letting you finish your thoughts, that wasn’t fair.”
I press my lips to her forehead, shooting her a smile, “It’s okay, I just want to remind you we’re a team, you aren’t alone anymore, and your opinion is important and we all want to hear it. Also, it’s us and our.”
Moving her head so she can give me a properlook of confusion, “What? Us and our?”
I’m dead serious when answering her, “You said this involves you and your son. But this involves US and OUR son.”
She relaxes back into my hold, “ You’re right. This involves all three of us. Thank you so much for being you. You’re so understanding and patient with me.”
“Well, Pretty Girl, you make it easy.” She lays her head on my chest and my fingers go back to drawing designs on her back. Kissing the top of her head, my eyes close in content.
We lay like that for a few minutes and as soon as I start drifting off her fingers move under my shirt and slowly strokes my sides. My body tenses because her hands are cold and her touch will always get a reaction from me. My body is just trained to crave her touch at this point. Because I’m nothing if not constantly ready to match her energy, my hands start roaming up her shirt continuing my light touch, making her shiver. My hands move back down her back and stop at the waistband of her athletic shorts. As my fingers dip under the band her fingernails slowly scratch down my sides bringing my dick to life, “You’re trouble. The boys are only across the yard.”
She lifts her head and shoots me a smirk that tells me she doesn’t give a single fuck who’s around right now, “Roe, they’re a football field away from us at least, and we’re tangled up in this hammock. Not to mention they’re being loud and rambunctious. We both know they can’t see or hear anything.”
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Clara
I’ve lost all common sense while laying on top of Rhett in this hammock. Honestly though, there’s no way they can see or hear us. It sinks down just enough to shield us on the sides, and like I said they’re diagonal from us and the length of a football field away. This yard is giant, and I need some part of Rowan inside my pussy before I explode. Just to drive my point home I push up slightly on his chest and push my hands up the front of his shirt while grinding down on his hard cock.
He groans as my hands work his shirt up enough so his Adonis belt, abs, and pecs are on display for me. His hand trails from just inside my waistband down to roughly cup my ass. Smirking at him, his eyes are dancing with playfulness as well as the fire from his desire. Pulling my legs a little farther apart so my thighs are resting on the outside of his. My hands snake up his torso and wrap around his neck. Laying flat on his chest, in this position all he has to do is push my shorts aside and his hands have full access to my dripping core.
“That’s my perfect girl. Don’t move, okay?” When I don’t answer fast enough he removes his hand from my shorts just long enough to smack my ass.
“Hey!”
He chuckles, “Don’t move, okay?”
Responding after deciding to be a smart ass and rolling my eyes, “Yes, Sir.” His groan comes from deep in his chest as his fingers move down my outer thigh and move to my inner thigh.
“Don’t tease me baby. I like that more than you’d probablywant me to.” He flexes his hips to emphasize his point. Before I can think of a response his fingers trail under the hem of my shorts and move my panties to the side. His index finger swipes through my folds and a dark chuckle has his chest vibrating.
“This all for me baby?” The tip of his finger lightly circles my clit making me bite back a moan,
“Yes, sir.” I can feel him smirk into my hair as he presses two fingers inside of me curling them up. Turning my head into him and tilting up so my face is in his throat my teeth latch on as he works me over with his magic fingers. I alternate kissing, lightly biting, and sucking on his neck while he builds my orgasm up. Stroking me deep inside with his index and middle finger while his thumb keeps the most delicious amount of pressure on my clit while he rubs tight circles.
He knows what he’s doing, but refusing to think too hard about that I focus on what’s happening right now. Shifting slightly my hand slides down his shorts and wraps around the base of his perfect cock. I stroke him at the same pace he’s working me over, twisting my hand slightly as I go and every few passes grazing my thumb over his tip. My thighs are shaking and my climax is so close I can almost taste it.
“Rowan, I’m so close.” He doesn’t change his pace or tempo keeping everything consistent since I’m right there.
“I’ve got you, Pretty Girl. Come for me.” Not even a minute later I’m moaning into his neck and coming so hard I see stars.
When I get my bearings again I continue stroking him. “Baby, I’m close.” Deciding we actually will make a mess if he finishes in my hand I push his shorts down just enough to free him and before he can process what’s happening the tip of his dick is hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck, Clara.” Isall he can get out before his hand is tangled in my hair and he’s coming down my throat. Taking every ounce he gives me I smirk up into those green eyes. Pulling off him and swallowing I fix his shorts and climb back into his arms. He’s breathless as he tells me, “You’re fucking perfect.”
Rubbing his sides as he fixes my shorts I kiss his chest, “No, I’m just perfectly loved by you.” I’m not sure how long we lay like that just soaking in the highs of our orgasms, and the weight and warmth of each other. It’s long enough for the thought from the other day to flash through my head again, I’ll marry this man tomorrow, he’s just got to ask.
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