He raised himself up, his gaze meeting hers as he settled himself between her thighs. She reached down, guiding him as he buried his cock inside her.
He groaned, his big body covering hers. “Fuck. You feel …sogood.”
There was no latex now, no chemicals, no artificial lubrication, nothing to separate the two of them as he moved in and out of her, driving deep.
Kenzie wrapped her legs around him, pressed her heels into the shifting muscles of his ass, opening herself fully to him, urging him on. “God,yes.”
It felt so good.Hefelt so good, thick and hard inside her.
He shifted his hips to ride her high, stroking her clit with his cock, stretching her, filling her. She moaned his name, her nails digging into his back. Every thrust brought her closer to climax, leaving her desperate.
She cried out, pleasure washing over her, a tide of luminous bliss.
But he was right there with her. “I love you, Kenzie. God, I love you.”
He groaned, coming apart in her arms, spilling himself inside her.
* * *
Conrad shovedthe last box of his shit into Kenzie’s truck. “That’s it.”
Mrs. Beech’s house had finally sold. He and Kenzie had talked about it, and they had agreed that it was time they quit pretending that he had his own place. He was always at her house, so why not make it official? Most of his stuff was already there. Though he had more than enough money in savings to buy some showy mountain home for the two of them and the dogs, he knew it was important to her to live next to her business.
Besides, he liked her house. There were a few things that needed fixing—the Victorian trim, the roof, back steps—but he liked projects. It was homey and charming and had room for his gear and a couple of spare rooms for guests—or maybe kids one day. Not that he was making plans or anything.
He shut the tailgate and closed the topper.
“Are you leaving?” His neighbor stood on her front lawn in a bright yellow housedress and pink frilly apron. “I was just getting used to having you here.”
Conrad chuckled. “The house sold. It’s time for me to move on.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” the woman said. “You’re the most interesting neighbor I’ve had. Take care of Miss Morgan. Yes, I know you’re moving in with her. The two of you are all kissy-kissy. I might be eighty-two, but I still remember what it was like to be young and horny and in love.”
Conrad and Kenzie exchanged a glance, both trying not to laugh.
Conrad grabbed the box of chocolates from the front seat of Kenzie’s truck and carried them to the old woman. “These are for you. Take care, ma’am. If you ever need help around your place, give Kenzie’s kennel a call. I’d be happy to help.”
She took the box from him. “Aren’t you a sweet thing? You’re a handsome fellow up close—big, too. All the best to you.”
Then she turned and went inside.
They were almost back to the house, Conrad behind the wheel, when Kenzie’s cellphone rang.
“This is Kenzie. Yes, now’s a fine time, Sheriff.”
Sheriff Pella? Something must be up.
“Are you serious?” She turned to Harrison. “They found the other guy’s body. Some hikers spotted a leg sticking out of the snow at the base of the razor’s edge. He fell off the other side from his buddy.”
That was a relief.
Kenzie went back to her phone call. “Thanks, Sheriff. What? Really? I’m honored, but I didn’t do anything. Seriously you don’t have to… Really? You’re kidding. But I … Yes, sir. November twentieth. Six p.m. Yes, sir. Thank you.”
She ended the call, looked over at Conrad, a strange expression on her face.
“What did Pella want?”
“He said his department and the Scarlet Springs Town Council want to give Gizmo and me Distinguished Citizen medals. That’s bananas.”
