Ellie nips at my ear with a devious chuckle and circles her hips. “Who says I’m not ready?”
This little menace.
I flip us back over, boxing her between my arms. “Oh, you’ve messed up now, baby. I’m going to fucking destroy that sweet little cunt of yours. By the end of the night, you’ll be a broken mess, begging me to put you back together in a way only I’ll ever be able to.”
And I plan on it. I plan to break her…to break us both into pieces so tiny we can’t possibly put ourselves back together without bits of the other. So that when tomorrow comes and she’s no longer in my arms, I’ll carry parts of her with me always.
Chapter 12
“Good morning, beautiful,”a husky voice drawls in my ear before a trail of kisses feathers down my neck.
“Mmmprh,” I mumble, pulling the covers over my head as the owner of the voice laughs.
“Not a morning person, baby?”
“Ugh,” I whine under the covers. “Iama morning person, but I use a five-minute snooze to prepare myself for the world. Before that, I’m a full-on gremlin. I don’t even want you to see how big my curls get when I sleep on them wet. Which I did last night,thanks to you!”
Soaking wet, in fact. Sweaty from being fucked within an inch of my life and from us rolling around in our own fluids like animals. My shy, sometimes bumbling Teddy was nowhere to be found between the sheets. No, he took charge and played me like a fiddle all night long. If anything, it sometimes felt like he was holding himself back, but that can’t be possible. Any fucking beyond that would have me dehydrated and in the hospital with all kinds of strains, sprains, and bruises.
“Alright.” He chuckles. “How about I go make some breakfast while you gather yourself for the day, and you can come meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready? Does that sound okay to you?”
I peek from under the comforter to find Teddy in the doorway to the bedroom, arms resting on the trim above the door, wearing only a pair of gray joggers. His abs are stretched taut in this position, and I eye his obviously semi-hard cock hungrily.Why didn’t he put that to better use before he left the bed?
When he sees my narrowed gaze on the appendage I’ve been denied, he quickly turns toward the kitchen, calling back, “No way, missy. Your stomach was growling! I probably don’t even have time to cook before you’re hangry.” He rummages around for a bit before walking into the bedroom, shoving a cheese danish in my mouth, and leaving again. “That’s your appetizer.”
God, am I in love?
Munching on my snack, I bask in my post-sex glow and realize I’m going to have to stretch a lot more if we’re going to keep this up. My hamstrings feel like they’re one wrong move from a cramp, and my inner thighs haven’t been stretched that far apart in…ever. By the time I shuffle my way into the bathroom to freshen up, I’m feeling more alive, and breakfast smells delicious and blessedly unburnt.
My hair is a lost cause, so I pull it onto the top of my head in a bun and call it good for now. Wrapping myself in a fluffy robe Teddy left in the bathroom for me last night, I make a mental note to ensure wethoroughlyexplore his giant tub later,and maybe the detachable shower head,and head to the kitchen.
He’s added an apron, but not a shirt, and his hair hangs over his glasses where it’s gotten a little longish. I could trim it for him, having watched Mama trim Papa’s hair over the years, or…
Before he hears me padding into the kitchen, I turn for the bag I brought last night and left in the living room, full of necessities in case I stayed over. After some quiet digging, I find the treasure I’m after and hustle back toward Teddy. As he reaches into a high cabinet, I duck under his arm and gather his dangling bangs into a tiny ponytail before securing them with my daisy clip on top of his head.
“Perfect! Now you can actually see what you’re cooking!”
He takes a second to look at his new accessory in the reflection of the microwave.
“I like it, babe. It gives you a jaunty Pebbles Flintstone vibe.” I giggle.
He looks for a moment longer, then kisses me on the forehead and goes back to chopping fruit for pancakes. “If you like it, I like it, baby. Maybe I should grow out my hair even longer, if you like seeing it up like this? I could even—”
At this point, he realizes that all I’m wearing is his robe, and his attention shifts from the pancakes to me with a predatory gaze. Just as he’s about to reach for the tie on my robe, his cell rings, blaring a song I wasn’t expecting.
He rolls his eyes and drops the tie. “Don’t ask. It’s the guys on the team. Uh…my new work team. Will you flip the pancakes for me?”
I salute him and take over the kitchen while he goes to answer his phone, and instead of taking the call in another room, he puts it on speaker and cuddles up behind me while I flip the last few pancakes.
“Hey, Bugsy, what’s up?”
Bugsy?
“Good morning, sleepyhead! Nikki and I were talking, and we—”
Nikki? Bugsy, Nikki…I step away from the stove and flip it off since everything is finished just as there’s a knock on the door.
“So the mariachi band should be almost there!”
