“Rafael,” his voice wavers.
“I’m coming, Honey.”
“Hopefully not yet.” He grins.
Snorting, I kiss the corner of his mouth. “You know what I mean.”
“Hurry and show me.” He squirms beneath me.
“So impatient. I made you come only hours ago, and you already need it again.”
“I need you,” he whimpers.
As soon as those words leave his mouth, I line my cock up with his and tighten a fist around us both. Bucking my hips, I start off at a steady pace and pick it up to chase the perfect friction building between us. Spit falls from my mouth and I use my hand to smear it around our skin. I feel us becoming one as I grip us together again, smashing his head against mine as I roll my hips faster. I fuck against him again and again, the sensations overwhelming the more we rub together in all the right places.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I say against his cheek, repeatedly gliding us together as I push my greedy tongue inside his mouth. The kiss is as off-kilter as the rest of me, my fingers trembling as my muscles tense from coming so hard I can’t think straight.
He spills his cum alongside mine, breaths coming out in gasps as his eyes gloss over. His bottom lip trembles as it lifts on one side with the top one. “I . . . yeah . . . there are no words for that.”
A laugh pushes past my lips, and I press a chaste kiss to his mouth, my fingers trailing through our release. I bring my hand to my mouth, making a sucking noise and slurping at my palm loud enough for him to hear what I’m doing.
“Are you . . . did you just . . .” His words trail off.
“I did, and damn do we taste so good together. See?” I bring my fingers to his lips and he sucks one into his mouth, eyes rolling back as he moans around my darting digit.
“Yeah. We’re good together.”
“We are. So good.” I kiss him again, because fuck does he look gorgeous like this, out of breath and flushed all over. I did that. Me. Not his ex but me. That loser will never know what he could have had because he never cared enough to put in the effort. His loss is my gain. I only hope it won’t end up being my loss too.
A loud snort comes from behind me, followed by a slew of oinks. A wet snout nudges my foot, and I look back at Huey, shaking my head with a giant smile on my face. “Shit. I almost forgot I have a pig I need to take to the bathroom.”
“Does he go outside?” He lays his head back against the cushion, running a hand through his damp hair.
“Yeah. That or the litter box, but I didn’t bring that with me.”
“I can go with you. We can go down that trail we talked about.”
“Sure. There’s some snow on the ground, though, and it might be falling again in a little while. You okay with that?”
“Yeah.” His lips lift. “I love the snow, remember? You’re the one who hates it.”
“Hate’s a strong word.” I maneuver myself off him, reaching for the wipes I left on the side table earlier. I hand him one and we both get cleaned up. Huey circles around me as I straighten out my clothes and try to remember where I put my jacket.
“I’m just gonna put on some proper outside clothes,” Henry shouts behind him as he’s halfway to his room.
“I’ll be here patiently waiting with my impatient pig.”
His laughter echoes down the short hallway, and I go to the car to get Huey’s harness. Outside, I notice foot tracks in the snow that belong to neither me nor Henry. They start from the woods and stop in front of the porch steps. My brow furrows as I lean down to pick up a pocketknife. Who was here? Was it his ex? My mind drifts to the man who was in the basement and I straighten my stance.
The man with the long hair tied back in a ponytail. It had to be him. Did I see him as a threat to either me or Henry while I was sleeping? That would make sense but . . . what if that’s not it at all? What if that guy was a friend of his? What if . . . I shake off my thoughts. I need to stop overthinking shit. It’s getting me nowhere and only taking my mind to worse places.
“Is he out here, boy?” A soft voice comes from the doorway.
I look behind me, lifting my head as I pull the leash from the glove box. Closing the door, I face fully toward him. “You two found me.”
“I was more than sure I’d take longer than you.”
“Yeah, well, there’s a point in everyone’s life when they need some extra time. I’m still trying to remember how to function over here. I did most of the work earlier, remember?”
