Sighing, she got to her feet. “Well, I hate to cut and run, but since I now know that both of you are perfectly capable of getting into trouble on your own, I think it’s time your grandfather and I finally sold the house and flew the coup!”
“Wait, you’re leaving?”
“I know,” she smiled. “Just when you were getting interesting, but I’m getting up there in years, and I can’t wait around forever to see what you’ll do next. Send me a postcard.”
Then she moved to Sawyer.
“And honey, there is nothing wrong with bringing home a cougar. Just make sure she doesn’t have access to the bank account.”
“Uh…sure, Grandma.”
“Now, your grandfather and I will have to tie up a few loose ends before we leave. Expect a call from our lawyer soon.”
“You’re really leaving?” I asked, a little bummed that the visit was cut short now that she finally knew the truth.
“It’s too cold here and the sunshine is waiting for me.”
After giving me a kiss on the cheek, she did the same to Sawyer and grabbed her coat. Her visit had lasted only twenty minutes, but it took twenty years off my life.
31
JR
I openedthe door and was immediately attacked with two very luscious lips. Tugging Josie inside, I stripped her shirt over her head and guided her to the spare bedroom I’d set up yesterday. With Alyssa still in my room, this would have to do.
Clothes were stripped along the way, and we really only made it a few feet inside the door before I sheathed my cock inside her. Pleasure blossomed low in my gut the moment her warmth wrapped around me.
Fuck, there was nothing like being inside her. I couldn’t remember the last time any woman had given me as much gratification as she had. And it wasn’t just because she came to me. It was the way she kissed me, like she was desperate for my lips on hers. The way she clawed at my skin and pulled my hair.
She commanded everything from me, and I willingly handed it over.
“JR,” she whispered, her teeth nipping at my earlobe. “God, I need you.”
“I’m right here, baby,” I grumbled.
My lips had a mind of their own, licking every inch of her neck, over her collarbone, ducking into that dip in her clavicle,which I paid extra attention to. Her moans did nothing to quell my desire. For once, I wanted to hear her call my name, to have her nails rake down my back and mark me as hers.
And that was really fucking bad, but I couldn’t resist her.
Spinning her around, I carried her over to the bed, not allowing my cock to slip from her heat for even a second as I spread her out and feasted on every inch of her breasts.
Pretty pink nipples peaked for me, begging for me to tease them. My cock jumped as I took one between my teeth and nibbled slightly, drawing the most delicious moans from her perfect lips.
I wasn’t sure what made me do it, or why I was so fascinated with her mouth, but I slid two fingers between her lips and shoved them deep. Instantly, I was rewarded with her sucking hard, acting like those fingers were my cock and she was trying to bring me to orgasm. I pumped in and out of her mouth at the same time my cock thrust deep inside her.
My eyes locked on hers, carefully cataloguing the way the dark blue rings around her eyes contracted with pleasure, how her long lashes blinked tantalizingly slowly as I hit that one spot deep inside her that she loved so much.
Like a punch to the gut, I squeezed my eyes closed and refused to look at her for another second. I was only fucking her, but if I kept staring into her eyes, how would I ever be able to look away ever again?
Tearing my fingers from her mouth, I flipped her over and dragged her to the edge of the bed, then sank my cock inside her, forcing her to stay down with my hand in the middle of her back.
My jaw tightened with anger at myself as her moans grew louder and my thrusts grew stronger. I hardly saw it coming when my orgasm ripped through me and shot off deep in her pussy.
Panting hard, I yanked my still-hard cock out of her and walked away, shoving my fingers through my hair in anger. If it was just sex, then why was I feeling so fucking tense about the whole thing? Why couldn’t I look at her without feeling something stirring in my gut, telling me this could be more?
I spun around to yell at her or tell her this wasn’t going to work, but she was already gathering her clothes, not still lying on the bed where I expected her to be on the verge of passing out.
“What are you doing?” I barked.
