And that was exactly what she’d been waiting for.
Her body hit overdrive and went almost wide.
For as strong as the orgasm she’d just experienced was, she was craving a second.
Much harder.
Much faster.
She was bucking against him, trying to keep his pace.
The bed was moving, sweat building on her body, her abs screaming at her to slow down.
And then those sensations she’d had earlier, they gathered between her legs and raced to the finish line, their arms in the air as if chanting over their completion.
She came again, her head on the bed, her back arched like a bow, her feet planted and legs spread wide welcoming the slamming of his body into hers.
He was a man on a mission, and she was the endgame.
He let out a few grunts, then collapsed on top of her and rolled quickly so she was on his chest.
“Are you okay?” she asked him. “It’s like you were exorcizing a demon.”
He laughed. A truly joyful sound. Just for a second though.
“Yeah, something like that.”
22
GOOD BIG SPOON
“This is becoming a habit,” Clay said the next morning when Ford knocked on his front door.
It was six thirty and he was getting ready to head to the mill.
Meredith left a few minutes ago. She had ninety minutes before school started and he’d told her not to even think of going back to her house.
She’d explained she was meeting her mother for breakfast.
News to him, but he couldn’t stop her. They both had a job to do.
“I noticed Meredith’s car here last night.”
“Spying on me again?”
“Just being there for my brother like he was for me,” Ford said.
“Yeah and it pissed you off. Didn’t you learn from that?”
Ford grinned and moved into the house. There was no way to stop it. Maybe he didn’t want to.
The last thing he wanted was to put his mark on Meredith, but she had branded herself into his soul, so why not do the same to her?
All he did was delay the inevitable by sitting in the living room together in tense silence for hours.
He knew where her mind was going. You couldn’t push a train off the tracks when it was speeding down.
Not without a crash.
