With every thrust, my control frays. As I tease her nipples, she lets loose the sweetest little sounds. I grunt and she whines. And when I can’t take it anymore, I give her the choice. “Where do you want it?”
She shakes her head. “Where do you want it?” she pants.
Roughly, I stuff myself between her lips and explode.
She’s perfect.
Tonight was perfect.
I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.
THIRTY-NINE
CAMDEN
Movingin with Savannah is like having a sleepover every night with my best friend. The best friend I fuck. It’s fantastic.
Every day for the last two weeks, I’ve made a point to get my ass home as quickly as I can. It didn’t matter where I was. Work? It can fucking wait. The guys? I’ve been hanging out with their old asses for years. I can handle a little time apart. Even hockey games don’t hold the same appeal. If I didn’t have to scout so many damn high school and college games, I think I could be perfectly content not watching another hockey game for the rest of the season. I need at least that long to get fully acquainted with every one of Savannah’s curves. Her every sound and smile.
I’m happy. In a way I never knew was possible. Sure, I witnessed my friends fall in love, one after another. I watched them trip all over themselves when their women were close by. I didn’t get it then. I’m a sucker now.
“Baby girl,” I call as I throw the door open. Damn, I’m already aching for her.
“In the kitchen.”
I toss my jacket on the couch, knowing she’ll tease me about not hanging it up later. I’ve discovered how fun it is to reprimand her for the mess she makes in the bathroom each morning, so it’ll be well deserved. I love the sight of every open lipstick and spilled eyeshadow because my once barren bathroom is now full of life. But I love spanking her for being messy even more.
As I enter the kitchen, tugging on my tie, I find Savannah bent over the open oven, wearing nothing but a tiny little tease of an apron. With her folded in half like this, ass in the air, her pink pussy taunts me, making my mouth water. Making me swell with need.
“Hungry?” she coos, swaying from side to side, giving me a show.
“Savannah,” I warn as I stomp up behind her and caress one cheek. “What if I’d asked one of the guys to come over for dinner, and we walked in and found you looking like a little slut?”
She stands, closing the oven, and turns around, a sexy smile on her face. “Guess you’d have to punish me.”
“Problem is you like the punishments.”
She breaks into a sexy little pout. “Seems like a you problem, then, huh?”
Chuckling, I dip low and kiss her. It’s messy and rough, one hand buried in her long red hair and the other squeezing her bare ass.
“Dinner almost ready?” I ask. “Or do we have some time?”
She smiles against my mouth. “We have some time.”
“Good.” I scoop her up and carry her into the living room. Settled on the couch, with her legs straddling me, she’s the most gorgeous sight.
“Missed you today,” she says, her hands on my chest.
Distracted by the way her nipples poke against the fabric of her apron and the way her tits spill from the top and the sides, I reach around her neck and untie the strings there. Then I lift her tits so I can see my name inked on her bra line on the left side. My name on her skin like this makes me feral. It’s taking everything in me not to demand we go down to city hall and make it official.
I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, and in response, she grinds against my lap, moaning.
“I always miss you. And I love coming home to you like this.” Iswipe a thumb over her other nipple, then tug on it. “But make sure I don’t on Wednesday.”
Savannah pulls back, her muscles tensing. “Why?”
I grin. “Because my sister is coming to visit.”
