“Show me how good I fucked you, princess.”
The man is coming before his next breath. I jerk him through the compressions around my dick, my hips stuttering, my own lungs seizing tight as I fall apart inside this person I know better than anyone. It’s not easy to catch my breath. To regain my equilibrium as I rest against Lawson, his cum surely covering the drawers in front of us. I unwrap my hand from around his softening shaft, blinking my eyes open to find dirt everywhere.
At least I had enough presence of mind to keep my hand from the top of his dick.
Lawson doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to move, but he doesn’t stop me as I slip from his body, my fingers leaving trails down his back. I give his shirt a tug, covering him somewhat, amused by the smudged handprints on his skin.
“You, uh…might need a shower.”
He pants out a breath. “What’s all the dirt for?”
I snort a laugh, taking care of the condom and nearly tripping over my shorts on the ground in the process. “You didn’t notice it before?”
“Noticed. Just didn’t care.”
“I brought home a few herbs,” I tell him, lips twitching as Lawson finally lifts himself to standing. The man has dirt on his cheek and the imprint of what I think is my thumb at the crux of his neck.
Lawson clocks the herbs on the windowsill and nods. “You’ll cook dinner while I shower?”
“Excuse you,” I huff. “You’re not going to help me clean up first?”
“It’s your mess,” he says plainly.
I point at his cum on my wooden drawers. “And that?”
“I stand by my position. You made the mess.”
With that, Lawson snags his clothes off the ground and walks toward the hall, butt-ass naked from the waist down. “Dinner?”
“I live to serve,” I call wryly, shaking my head, laughter bubbling up from my throat.
Bell catches my gaze from the living room, blinking her black eyes once.
“You have no room to judge,” I tell her. “You’re a cow.”
Her head flops with a thump onto the rug.
“Jesus,” I mutter to myself, grabbing a towel to clean up the cum and dirt spread everywhere.
I’m not sure how I got roped into giving my friend an orgasm, followed by a meal, but I can’t quite find it in me to mind.
Or regret a single damn thing.
Chapter 15
Lawson
“You think she’ll be safe?” Laura asks, worrying at her lip as Wendy bounds down the porch steps toward my truck, her bag for the weekend in tow.
“She will be.”
“Kids do stupid shit,” my ex counters.
“They do,” I agree. “But Wendy has a smart head on her shoulders. She’ll be fine.”
“Dad,” Wendy calls, clearly excited and wanting to go.
“Oakley and I will be there to keep watch,” I remind Laura. “Plus another half dozen adults.”
