We both shake our heads.
“All right, then. Now for the grocery items.” He flips the paper over. “You both requested some specific things. Let’s see…energy bars, fresh fruit, eggs… And you wanted Lucky Charms cereal.”
Wren’s face lights up. “Yes, please. I haven’t had those in forever.”
“I could murder a bowl of Lucky Charms,” I say. “That’s a great call.”
“And last but not least,” Falkor says, “peanut butter.”
“The crunchy kind,” Wren and I say in unison.
The words hang in the air for a beat. We turn to look at each other. Smiles spread across our faces.
Falkor chuckles, making another note on his list. “I’m smooth myself, but for you two, crunchy it is.” He folds the paper and tucks it into his shirt pocket. “Now, don’t work too hard while I’m gone. Take breaks. Have some lunch. Take a nap.”
“We will,” Wren assures him. “You be careful out there.”
“Always am.” He pats his pocket where the list is. “If I see anything suspicious, I’ll just keep driving. Won’t lead anyone back here.”
“Thank you, Falkor,” I tell him. “For everything.”
He waves a hand. “Nonsense. It’s nothing.”
“Do you need some more money?” I ask.
“You already gave me five hundred dollars, which is more than enough.” He shakes his head. “See you later.”
I nod.
“Bye,” Wren calls after him.
Falkor heads to the door that takes him to the garage. He gives a wave before disappearing behind it. There is a mechanical whir of the garage door opening, then the car starting. It isn’t long before he is driving away.
Silence settles over the house.
I glance at Wren. She’s looking at me, her eyes wide and dark. Her chest is rising and falling just a little faster than normal. Her pulse jumps at her throat.
The air between us changes.
Three seconds is all the restraint either of us has before we launch ourselves at each other.
Wren’s hands are already yanking at her shorts and underwear, shoving them down her hips in one frantic motion. I barely get my jeans unbuttoned and shoved to mid-thigh before she’s jumping up, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I press her back against the wall, and my hand finds her pussy. She’s already wet. So damned wet I almost lose my mind right there.
“Fuck,” I growl against her neck, my fingers working her clit in tight, fast circles. We kiss. It’s frantic.
She gasps into my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders through my T-shirt. Her head falls back against the wall with a soft thud.
I keep strumming her clit, feeling her get wetter, feeling her thighs start to shake. I need to be inside her. Need it more than I need my next breath.
I position myself at her opening and thrust into her in one motion. Her mouth drops open, and her eyes turn hazy.
I start moving, hard and fast, driving into her heat. We groan. The sound is raw and desperate.
Her legs tighten around my waist, and she makes small, breathy sounds with every thrust. I kiss her neck…her mouth.
It feels so damned good.
