“Fuck.” She doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I pick her up in my arms, carrying her unceremoniously toward the tool shed to ‘take shelter.’
“You’re determined to give me frostbite in my ass,” she mutters in between kisses.
“I can’t help it, when I see you with a shovel, it does things to me.”
We don’t undress, just enough to get our pants down as I cup her mound and groan. “You've been holdin’ out for a while,” I mutter. “Can’t deal with that.”
“We’re dating,” she pants. “When people date, they don’t have sex.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Not really, but we did do everything in reverse.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have looked so fucking cute that night I was tending to my sick horse.”
“I love how you blame me,Clarry.”
I chuckle, bumping her hips as I tease her clit with my tip. “Funny. We’ve gotta be quick just in case anyone comes.”
“Famous last words. If you stopped yapping and worked as much as you talk, we’d be done by now,” she throws back at me. “Anyway, foreplay is overrated when you’re in a hurry.”
I lift her higher, her ass resting on the shelf, conveniently located at waist height.
“Well, I’m glad you said that.” I pump my hips, tapping her clit over and over with the head of my dick. Faster and faster, until she’s withering underneath me. “Because I don’t intend on holding back.”
She’s gloriously still coming when I shift and slide my cock inside her to the hilt.
“Z,” she cries. “Oh, god.”
“Forget how big I am?”
“Yes, actually,” she pants. “I’ve missed this.”
“No more of your stupid rules.”
“What about your stupid rules when I first got here?”
I slide out, just my tip inside her. “Are we gonna fight, or are we gonna fuck, Princess?”
She grabs my ass and juts my hips so I thrust back into her. “Shut up and do me, Lawless.”
I chuckle. “That’s my girl.”
We’re insane. But this is how she makes me. We’re in the storage shed, having sex when we’re meant to be at work. While the snow picks up and the wind howls, we go at it like a couple of starved lovers.
“Zane,” she cries. “Oh, oh, oh!” She comes all over my dick as I slam in and out of her rough and hard.
“So good,” I mutter. “I missed you in my bed. Mindy doesn’t like us bein’ apart.”
“You’re right, she doesn’t.”
“So you’ll move back in?”
“Y-yes,” she pants.
I kiss her hard, my tongue sliding into her mouth. I love her more than life itself.
