Dropping my chin, I watch my cock stretching her, working in and out. Gathering everything pooling in my mouth at the sight of her gorgeous body taking me, I spit. It hits the target and streams down to my dick, mixing with her arousal. I work my fingertip back and forth to coat it and work her up. “Relax, baby,” I whisper, before circling one last time and gently breaching the tight band of muscle.
We both moan. “That’s it. Let go.” My hips engage, and rather than picking up the pace, I go deep. Short, powerful thrusts that feel like heaven. I want to lose myself in this woman and never return. When I nudge her again with my finger, I go further. And further.
The combination sets her off. “Oh,fuck. God, that’s…Fuck…Yes…”
And that’s all it takes before her release is wringing me out, and I’m unloading inside her. I’ve never been exactly quiet during sex, but this is primal. The sounds coming out of me don’t sound human.
Spent, I slump over her and kiss the base of her neck. It’s dewy with sweat. Closing my eyes, I focus on the final aftershocks of her orgasm shuddering through her and smile. The room is warm and smells like sex. This is heaven.
Her chest rises and falls dramatically beneath me, and she sighs contentedly. “I’ve never come that hard in my life.”
“Same,” I agree, standing.
When she stands, she turns to face me, and I can’t help but kiss her. What begins soft and slow, soon turns into her ontiptoe, hands curled into the hair at the nape of my neck, tongues intent on sparking round two.
Abruptly, she pries herself away and steps back with a hand on my chest. “We need to stop, or I’m gonna climb you.”
“Finish this in the shower before they get back?” I suggest.
She grins, and it’s the smile I see more and more. It’s the one she wears when the world isn’t bearing down on her, and true happiness glows like the sunrise on the horizon.
“You drive a hard bargain,” she teases.
She strips her T-shirt over her head, and I follow her naked form to the bathroom. The evidence of what we’ve just done running down the inside of her leg.
And just like that, I’m hard again.
twenty-nine
“Why in thehell is that fucker here?” Lola’s glare is menacing as she stares out the front window.
“Who’s he?” Jesse stands to join her, unaware of why he’s backing her up but more than willing to do so.
There’s a knock at the door.
“Who?” I whisper from the sofa in front of the window.
“Ken,” Lola hisses.
Ever’s eyes are on me. “Your ex?”
I nod.
“You know he already got dumped, right?” Lola asks. “I’ve been lurking, and the sidepiece hasn’t posted about him in over a week.”
Another knock, harder this time.
That’s news to me, though I don’t care. “I unfollowed him and blocked him everywhere a long time ago.”
Lola’s wicked smile blooms. It’s the one she wears when she’s up to no good. “There’s only one reason the weasel’s here then.” She glances at Ever, “Take your shirt off, this might requiremuscle,” and then charges to the door and flings it open. “What the hell do you want?”
God, I’m glad I’m related to her because I’d hate to be on the bad side of Lo.
I can’t see Chance, but I can hear his voice loud and clear. “Let’s skip the bullshit, Lola. I need to talk to Sophie. And before you tell me she isn’t here, I see her car in the driveway.”
I read a lot of romance, and alphas have never really done it for me. But watching Ever rise slowly and stalk to the door, posture tense and fists balled, I know he’s converted me.
Lola steps aside to let Ever pass and whispers to Chance, “It’s your funeral, asshole.”
