“Yes, ma’am.”
She follows me onto the bed, then crawls up my body, smirking the whole way. “I would love to pull your cock into my mouth and taste your cum go down the back of my throat.”
Ho-ly fucking hell. What kind of siren have I created?
“But we don’t have time for that,” she says, getting on her knees.
“I don’t know what you’re about to do, but I’m all for it.”
She laughs, putting one knee on either side of me, with her ass facing me.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Audrey grabs my dick with one hand and then lowers herself down on me in one smooth, steady motion. She’s already so wet that she takes me easily until she’s filled with my cock.
“I seriously love this,” she says, grinding her hips in slow, sexy circles.
Well, I seriously love …
No.
That’s not what this is or ever could be.
My fingers find her waist, running up her sides until I touch the bottom of her tits. “You’re getting no complaints from me.”
She’s a goddess, and far too good for the likes of me.
Watching her ass move as she grinds against me takes the cake as the sexiest moment of this trip, and of my life. Her hair falls to the middle of her back and swishes with each movement. Whether she does it because she knows I like to hear it or just because she feels it, I don’t know, but her little moans and groans nearly send me over the edge.
“Lean forward,” I say. “Hold on to my legs.”
She grabs my calves, and her ass rises just enough to give me a clear view of her pussy accepting my cock.
Her tits drag against my legs as she moves, finding a rhythm she enjoys. I rub the apples of her ass cheeks, kneading them as she rocks. It’s perfect. The sounds, the view—the softness of her skin and the stickiness of her juices coating my groin—nothing could be better than this.
Well, maybe one.
But we don’t have all the time in the world, and she isn’t coming home with me.
And that’s a problem I’m going to have to deal with because all of that home shit Audrey was talking about earlier? It is about the people. And I’ve never felt more home than with her.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
Audrey
“I love how this cabin smells the same every time you walk in,” I say, carrying my computer bag while Brooks follows me to the bedroom with the rest of my travel gear.
“Oh, yes. Apples and cinnamon. It’s an Adler classic.”
I raise a brow as we deposit my stuff onto the bed and then head back into the kitchen.
“Gray and Hartley’s mom always burned apples and cinnamon candles or used the air spray things. I don’t know. But it’s the scent I associate with the Adlers.” He blows out a breath as the stress that he used to hide so well makes a comeback. “I think it’s kind of great that they keep up the tradition.”
“Probably makes them feel close to their parents.”
Brooks shrugs. “Come here and let me get my arms around you for a minute before I have to go.”
