“Yes, Daddy. Only you.”
I press a soft kiss to her lips as I thrust in the rest of the way. We moan in sync as I start a slow, steady pace.
The same feelings I had last night when we connected for the first time come rushing back, and those three damn words areon the tip of my tongue. I have to close my eyes and bite my lip to stave off the urge to say them. It’s too soon, and it would scare her away.
Mikey’s hands cup my face, and I open my eyes. The only light in the room is coming from the clock on the bedside table, but my eyes have adjusted enough to make out the soft slope of her nose and the pout of her lips.
She brings my lips down to hers, kissing me tenderly. “Saint,” she breathes against my lips in a needy tone.
“Mikelle.”
“I feel… I don’t know how to?—”
“I know, sweetheart. I feel it, too.”
“Don’t stop, please. I’m going to come.”
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, relishing in the velvety feel of her skin. “Do it. Come for me. Show me who owns your pleasure. Say my name when you come around my cock.”
“Saint,” she gasps, pulsing around me as she comes.
“Fuck, that’s it. You sound so pretty saying my name.”
As I come in the condom, all I can think about is how I wish there wasn’t a barrier between us. How I wish I could mark her as mine and claim her over and over again.
The clickof the front door opening and voices chatting away are what pull me out of sleep the second time. Mikey has her leg thrown over mine, and her head is on my chest, her breath tickling the hair there.
I place a kiss on her forehead. “Mikey, wake up. Ruby and Stella are here for breakfast.” I wish they weren’t. Their arrival means Mikey’s impending departure is sooner rather than later,and I’d prefer to live in ignorance and pretend she’s staying here with me.
Mikey’s eyes blink open, and she sits up, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn. We didn’t get dressed again after our early morning romp, so I have the pleasure of seeing the way her nipples pucker in the chilly morning air.
“I’m going to tell them to leave,” I rasp, my eyes locked on the rosy buds. I want them in my mouth. I want to have Mikey naked in my bed for as long as I can.
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t do that. Let’s get dressed.”
Grumbling in protest, I follow her directions, slipping into a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. Mikey puts on a pair of my sweats, too, and I have to close my eyes to stop myself from tossing her back on the bed.
We head to the kitchen hand in hand, following the soft whispers of?—
“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask Slater.
“That’s what I was just asking,” Ruby grumbles.
Stella looks between the two with suspicion in her eyes. “He was here when we pulled in.”
“You usually don’t roll out of bed with your flavor of the day until noon after the festivities,” I say.
Slater shrugs. “I didn’t take anyone home last night. I figured I’d crash breakfast and say goodbye to my new best friend.”
Slater’s never wasted an opportunity for no-strings-attached sex. I guess he really is hung up on whoever he’s been hooking up with. I open my mouth to ask him about it, but Ruby claps her hands and steals the attention. “Our sandwiches will get cold if we keep yapping about Slater’s sex life. Mikey, you get first pick. They all have egg and cheese on homemade English muffins, but I have ones with sausage, bacon, and ham. I brought some avocado spread and salsa, too.”
“I’ll have a bacon one, thanks,” Mikey says. Ruby slides the sandwich to her with a small smile, then the rest of us pick ours.
There’s a tense silence as we eat. No one wants to address the elephant in the room.
“This sandwich is really good, Ruby. What did you do to the eggs? They seem extra fluffy,” Mikey asks, finally breaking the silence.
“I whisk the eggs until they look kind of like orange juice, then strain them through a fine mesh sieve. The secret is to slowly stir the eggs instead of breaking them up and making them crumbly.”
