Her mouth curves into a smile I would kiss off her lips if only I had two functioning arms.
Since I don’t…I focus.
Stroking over her labia, her clit, and when her head drops back, moan gliding through the air, I slide my finger inside.
“Oh!” she gasps, rocking against me.
“That’s it, baby,” I coax, working her clit, feeling the inner walls of her pussy flutter.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to feel her clamp down around my cock.
“More?” I ask as she continues to move, to grind against me.
Her eyes open, bright blue depths burning into mine. “More,” she whispers.
I nearly come right there, have to clench my teeth together so tightly that a bolt of pain shoots through my jaw.
Then I slip another finger inside.
She gasps, and those flutters increase, grow firmer, until it’s like a vise is wrapped around my fingers.
“More,” she whispers, meeting the thrusts of my fingers, the slick sounds of the strokes loud, but not as loud as her moan as I slip in a third finger and…
She shatters, my name tumbling off her tongue.
I groan and bend forward, pressing my mouth to hers, parting her lips so I can taste her moan, and all the while I slowly coax her through the peak and down the other side.
It’s only when she’s limp, her eyes half-mast, that I help her back into her pajamas, draw the covers up and over us, and take her into my arms?—
Er. Arm.
My dick is still hard.
But when it comes to Kylie Connors, I’m used to that.
“No!” Knox cries, flopping back onto the couch as his stepdaughter, Evie, serves him another Plus Four.
Yup. Another.
Because Evie Adler (née Pierce) is a card shark.
Most especially with UNO.
Kylie giggles as we watch Evie put a world of hurt on Knox, and there’s something perfect about her being curled into my side instead of sitting across the room from me, giving me furtive stares I couldn’t discern.
Hell the last two weeks have been perfect.
I’m out of the sling and lifting tiny, baby weights under the supervision of Ivy and Doc and the rest of the training staff.
The residual concussion symptoms have faded.
The stitches are out.
And Kylie is still here.
We haven’t spent a night apart since she surprised me in Utah, and while it sucks being injured, part of me is thankful that we’ve had this time together?—
“Earth to Colt.”
