Chapter 13
Lochlan
“Lucky, we’re not staying with my mother.” Callie argues nonstop from the hospital to the hotel and is still going at it as I swipe my key card.
“We are, too.”
“If you don’t agree, I swear I’m going to do something drastic.” Her hands snap to her hips and I chuckle.
“Like what?”
“I’m not sure but I’ll think of something.” She grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head then kicks off the stretchy pants I bought this morning
“God, I can’t wait to shower. Want to join me?” Her grin is inviting and my cock thickens.
She doesn’t have to ask twice. Here is the mother of my child, the woman who teased me to the point of almost losing my job when we first met.
I step behind her in the tub, start the water, then turn her. When she moans, my willy jumps to attention and pokes the lower half of her bulging belly.
Fuck me. What would I do if I’d lost her?
My mouth crashes down on hers, our tongues tangle, and her fingertips find that special spot in my neck. With chills running up and down my spine, I change my angle so our noses don’t meet, and take the kiss deeper.
Her whimpers, her nails, her scent, they all set me on fire. I caress her back, her neck, and down her shoulders. I need to touch every inch of her as if somehow that will erase what happened. She tries to do the same. Like two teenagers in the back of a car, making out for the first time, desire spikes off the charts.
Gasping for air, I remember her stitches. “Shower cap?”
She grabs the hotel’s plastic hat, puts it on, then I pull up on the spout.
Under the spray of warm water with her back to my chest, I open a tiny package of soap. After working the bar into a lather, I slide my hands over her stomach and cover both ripe breasts.
They’re bigger, softer, sexier… My willy shivers with want as I play with my favorite new toys. She leans back into me, pleasure written all over her face.
I pinch the tips of her breasts until they harden then knead the sweet flesh. Panting, she reaches her arms up. Elbows at the ceiling, she stretches and finds the back of my head.
“Fuck, I missed you.” I nibble the tender tip of her ear.
“Me too.” Heavy lids lift, she turns her head, and kisses me as the shower splashes over her.
I grab shampoo but her mind isn’t on washing. She dirty dances her butt into my swollen cock with a hot, sexy grind.
While she drives me mad, I massage her scalp around the bandage.
“Hold on a second, luv. Let me finish.” Keeping her stitches dry, I pour warm water over her beautiful blond locks until she’s squeaky clean.
Work done, my hands run down her spine and slide into her crack all the way to her sex. Holy fuck, she’s so wet and swollen, I’m not sure we’ll make it to the bed.
She spreads her legs to give me more access so I reach to her clit with my right hand and hold her in place with my left. I stroke her, circle her, and press where she likes it best.
“Loch…” Her breath hitches, my signal she’s about to cum.
She leans forward with a flat back, palms against the tiles, legs wide. “Now, Luck, do it.”
With my index finger on her nub, I slide in. There’s a moment of resistance so I pull out and press in again. Her muscles release and I’m in so far, my fucking world turns upside down.
I grab her hips, unable to stop the instinct to take her hard and fast.
“Luv. Hold on. I fucking need this.”
