He screams out as the words leave my lips, and it’s a domino effect, my own orgasm ripping through me next.
The rigidity in our muscles finally gives way, and we collapse together, his head coming to rest between my tits.
“Okay, I take it back,” I say, beginning to laugh. “If you talk to me likethat, you can use your mouth for talking.”
Waylon laughs. “Duly noted.”
He rolls back over and lies next to me, both of us heaving as we try to regulate our breathing. After a few minutes, I feel myself relaxing a little too much. My eyelids are heavy and my body is tired from being tense all day. I needed that bath—and more importantly, those orgasms—more than I realized.
“You should go,” I say, pushing gently against Waylon’s shoulder.
He stirs next to me, popping his head up. I’m pretty sure he was a little asleep too.
“Right,” he says, lifting himself from the mattress.
I stay lying down as he shuffles around looking for his things. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if I don’t stay awake more than five minutes after he leaves.
“Well, good night, darlin’,” he says, pausing at the door.
“Shut up, cowboy.” I roll over to my other side, putting my back to him and the door and sinking into my bed. I pull the blanket loose from the edge and tuck it around me, unconcerned about anything else. I haven’t felt this satiated in a long time, and I don’t intend to waste it.
The door clicks softly behind me, and I fall asleep thinking only of how fucking good I feel.
CHAPTER 10
WAYLON
It’shard to say if sleeping with Lyric was a good idea or a bad one. Well, it was a very good idea in the moment. And this morning, my coffee tasted pretty fucking good. And so far at work, it’s been a breeze of a day. Of course, that could be because it’s my turn to cover Saturday, and I’m leaving earlier than I normally would, which means my weekend isn’t totally shot.
All of these reasons leave me to believe it was a good idea. I have a theory that when you fuck, all these sex hormones get released and sort of cling to you like a fog. A feel-good fog, if you will. And this feel-good fog made of sex debris makes everything better.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I set down my pencil and have a look at what I’ve been sketching. It’s for a longtime client who wants to extend a piece on his thigh all the way down his leg. He’s really into Norse mythology and Viking elements, so I’m working in some runesin the background.
I pull my cell from my pocket.
RIDGE
Darcy just took Lou to the store, so we have a block of time.
LYRIC
I’m free. I’m just sitting on the couch with Tater.
Ugh. I’m so jealous.
ME
I’m at work but I don’t have anyone in my chair. What’s up?
RIDGE
When can you guys throw the party?
ME
I don’t know. Is this weekend too soon?
LYRIC
