She watched his sun-kissed hand move between her legs, his fingertips dragging over her flesh in a touch so light she could’ve imagined it. He circled her mound, teasing along the inside of her thigh where it met her hip. Because she was watching, she noticed how her hips flexed as she tried to get closer to his touch. If Magnus noticed, he didn’t say a word. He simply continued to caress her until she was nearly panting.
When Magnus’s finger glided along her slit, she heard his sharp inhale.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his tone almost reverent.
“It’s because of you,” she admitted.
His gaze briefly shifted to her face. He met her eyes, but then they lingered on her lips for another second before he peered down between her legs again.
Magnus did what she’d done earlier, coating her clit with her slick juices before gliding his finger down to her entrance. When he dipped the tip inside, she gasped.
“Hurt?”
“No,” she exclaimed on a ragged exhale. “It feels good. So good.”
She heard the change in his breathing as he began to finger her, gently pushing his finger inside, pulling it out. He did that for a minute, maybe two, before moving his finger to her clit. He applied the perfect amount of friction to have tingles erupting in her womb. It didn’t take much before she was soaring toward that ragged cliff, clutching it because she didn’t want to go over yet.
Magnus must’ve known because his finger returned to her entrance. This time he fucked her deeper, a little faster. Ava rocked against his hand, loving how he filled her. She’d never felt anything this good in her life.
“You like me fingerin’ you.”
It wasn’t a question, but she nodded anyway.
“Let me show you somethin’ else you’ll like.”
Ava wanted anything and everything he was willing to give her, but she kept that to herself as he pushed up onto his knees and positioned himself at the bottom of the bed, his shoulders between her legs. She stared down at his face as he breathed against her sex. She whimpered softly.
Magnus pushed two fingers inside her, causing her back to arch from the pleasure that obliterated her. Her pussy clamped onto the intrusion as she waited for the delicious friction. He held his fingers still for a moment, and she felt the brush of his tongue along her cleft. He licked higher, lightly grazing her clit, then more insistently. As he drew her clit between his lips, he began moving his fingers again. He didn’t stop this time, fingering her while he flicked his tongue over her clit.
Ava gripped the comforter tightly as she bucked her hips toward his wonderful mouth. She began moaning in earnest as a steady tingling ignited in her core. It grew stronger and stronger as he fucked his fingers into her and suckled her clit. Warmth spread through her entire body, then the tingling followed until it branched out through her extremities. Her whole body was taut, her muscles locked as the sensation tore through her, wave after delicious wave. She thought it would never end, wished that it wouldn’t, but eventually, it passed completely through her, and she was left panting and smiling.
Magnus pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then returned to his spot on the bed where he’d originally started. He didn’t touch her, but he was smiling as he watched her face.
“You are so beautiful when you come.”
Ava smiled back at him. For the first time in a really long time, she felt beautiful. And she knew he was the reason.
Chapter Seven
Tuesday, July 26, 2022
By the time Tuesday rolled around, Treywas going stir-crazy. He’d spent the entire weekend tending to his house, cleaning out closets, throwing shit away. Not that he had a lot of stuff to begin with, but he did have a lot of junk he no longer needed. He figured there was no time like the present to make a fresh start.
And when he ran out of closets to declutter, he moved onto the kitchen cabinets, then into the garage. He got sidetracked in there, tinkering with tools. On Sunday, he mowed the lawn, and on Monday, he sat around and wondered what the fuck he was going to do with the rest of his life. Although he needed the brief reprieve, this wasn’t something he could sustain.
So, he was thankful that he’d agreed to drive Ava to her therapy session. It gave him something to do.
On his way out of town, he stopped at the bakery for a cup of coffee and a chocolate croissant. He sipped the coffee on the way to Embers Ridge, wondering why he’d thought he needed the caffeine. He was jittery enough as it was, but he had no fucking idea why. It wasn’t like he was the one who would be spilling his guts to a stranger.
When he arrived at Camp K-9, he noticed Magnus’s SUV was gone. He was both grateful and disappointed by that. It meant he wouldn’t have to (or get to) see him, something that he was conflicted about, obviously.
Ava came out of the house with a smile on her face, hurrying around to the passenger side of the truck. Today she wore a pair of denim shorts and a black and white checkered shirt with puffy sleeves and tapered over her belly. On her feet were a pair of black western boots. The mere sight of them flipped a switch inside him. For some damn reason, that was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen a woman wear.
“You’re in a good mood,” he noted when she climbed in and put on her seat belt.
“Do you realize I haven’t been away from this house for nearly five months? Of course I’m happy.”
Trey smiled because her excitement was infectious. “Well then, I guess you don’t need this,” he said as he passed the paper-wrapped croissant to her. He was hoping that would be enough to keep her from wanting to have lunch. Trey didn’t relish the idea of spending an hour alone with Ava. He wasn’t sure his heart could handle spending time with a woman who was so close to Magnus, regardless of whether Trey considered her a friend.
