“Okay. Let’s go tell everyone bye and let them sort out their sleeping arrangements themselves. I think we also need to rescue Ryan before Jayme hunts these guys down.” Lana half-heartedly chuckled as she pulled away.
Half an hour later, they were pulling into Jayson’s house. Jayson helped Lana out of his vehicle and into the house.
Bypassing the rest of the house, he led her straight to his bedroom and toward the bed. He started stripping her of her clothes, fighting his desires for her.
He knew even when he was a hundred, she’d still turn him the fuck on no matter what. He’d probably go to the fucking grave with a damn boner thinking about this woman.
Once she was completely naked, he turned the bedding down and helped her climb in. Once she was in, he rushed to get his clothes off and climbed in behind her, pulling her into his arms.
In a matter of seconds, they were both asleep, holding each other tight as they got the much-needed sleep they had both been lacking from the night before.
When Jayson woke up the next morning, Lana’s side of the bed was empty. When he started to panic, he realized there was a delicious smell coming from his kitchen.
Getting up, he put on a pair of boxers and walked out of the bedroom. There in the kitchen, Lana stood, wearing one of his shirts, cooking.
“Good morning! You were sleeping good and I didn’t want to wake you up. I made breakfast. I hope that’s okay,” Lana told him sheepishly.
Fuck, this woman turned him on without even trying. Jayson pushed away from the door jamb he’d been leaning against to watch Lana in his kitchen and strode toward her.
He nearly stumbled over his own two feet when he saw her eyes darken with desire as he stalked toward her. Fuck thiswoman made him want to burn down the entire fucking world for thinking he’d ever hurt her.
“Smells good,” Jayson said as he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “But I bet you taste even better than whatever it is your cooking.”
Jayson nipped her ear as he lowered a hand from her waist down to where the hem of his shirt rested. When he snaked his hands underneath, he nearly came in his damn boxers.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath his shirt. Fuck yes, the universe was in his favor this morning.
Jayson’s hand snuck in between her thighs, sliding along her pussy lips as he nipped his way from her ear to her neck. His finger sliding in between her nether lips to the desired location he knew would make them both moan.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Lana whimpered lightly when she felt Jayson’s lips on her ear and then her neck. Her knees nearly buckled when Jayson’s fingers found her clit and teased her into a body shiver.
Fuck this man knew how to play her body like a fine-tuned fucking fiddle. When she felt the arm still around her waist tighten to hold her up, she put the spatula down that she’d been using to make the scrambled eggs.
“Mm scrambled eggs, bacon, and you even have the pancake batter and syrup already out. Good thing I’m starved.”
Lana screamed out when Jayson lifted her into his arms and carried her over to his kitchen table and laid her on top of it. He lifted the shirt she was wearing to just the top of her breasts and started feasting on her nipples, making them hard peaks before he started working his way down her stomach.
Her mom pooch, as she had called it. It was the one area of her body she had not been able to get rid of after having her twins.
She’d started to put her hands over her stomach when Jayson gripped both hands and held them down to the table. He keptstaring at her mom pooch and the stretch marks from where she’d carried the twins.
“Fuck, Lana. You’re so fucking beautiful. Why are you ashamed of your stomach?” Jayson asked point blank, without looking up at her, leaning forward to kiss where the twins had rested inside of her for months. “You carried two of our babies inside of you, right here for all those months. You’re fucking amazing, baby.”
Lana almost started tearing up listening to Jayson praise her for carrying the twins and telling her over and over again how beautiful she was to him. She screamed out his name when she felt his mouth start feasting on her pussy like a man who had been starved in the desert for years.
He used his hands, his mouth, his tongue, and his teeth. He left nothing unused when he made her a sobbing, soaked mess who came hard and fast.
When he surged up, boxers at his feet, he thrust in and started pounding as his hand reached for her throat, his eyes dazed as he looked into hers. She gripped his wrist as she reached for anything else to hold on to with the other hand.
This man was possessed as he pounded into her. Fuck he was fucking her six ways from Sunday, and she was loving every fucking second of it.
“You owe me two more pregnancies, Lana. I missed watching your sexy fucking body change with the twins. I missed your midnight cravings, watching your belly grow, your tits feeding our babies, feeling our babies kick. I missed holding your hand as you brought life into this world. I missed all of it, Lana. If you don’t want that, tell me right now because otherwise I’m fucking my kid into this sweet pussy.”
“I…think…you’ve…already…declared…that…Jayson,” Lana panted in between his heart pounding thrusts.
