I roared as my release barreled down on me, stealing my breath as I came, spurting into her mouth.I didn’t close my eyes, wanting to watch as she swallowed me down.It was so hot I couldn’t seem to stop the damn thing from twitching.
While I attempted to recover, Reagan crawled up my body, her tits grazing my stomach, my chest, until her mouth was hovering above mine.Didn’t matter that I could hardly breathe, I grabbed her, crushing my lips to hers, darting my tongue into her mouth roughly.
She chuckled and pulled back before I could deepen the kiss.
“I think we should probably get out of this bed for a bit.”
My stomach rumbled as though that was the best suggestion I'd ever heard.
Reagan laughed.“And maybe we should eat somethin’ while we’re at it.”
“I know what I wanna eat,” I told her, grinning.
“Down, boy.”
Sage advice, sure.But I was finding it nearly impossible to do with Reagan around.
Not that I couldn’t get used to walking around with a perpetual hard-on.
I could.Especially if she was going to do those wicked things with her tongue again.
But for now, I could rein it in, give her a breather.
For a little while anyway.
Half an hour later,I dished up fried bologna sandwiches and chips.I'd been shocked when Reagan suggested them, considering that was one of my favorite meals.I wasn’t a complicated man by any means.I wasn’t a gourmet chef, either, but I knew my way around a kitchen.Hell, I was twenty-eight years old.If I didn’t know how to cook at this point, I'd be pretty well doomed.
We were eating at the small table in my kitchen when my phone rang.
After glancing at the screen, I peered over at Reagan, then answered.
“What’s up?”
“We got the entire lot cleared,” Ed told me.“The dumpsters were hauled away, so we’re ready for whatever comes next.Wanna meet up tomorrow mornin’?”
I kept my eyes on Reagan.“Yeah.How ’bout you come over to the shop around nine.I’ll have Reagan there with me.She can tell us what comes next.”
“Sounds like a plan.See ya then.”
Reagan was eyeing me suspiciously when I set my phone on the table.
“Why will I be at the shop tomorrow?”she asked, gripping her iced tea glass.
I held up one finger, signaling her to hold on.I got up from my chair, then headed out to my truck.I grabbed the spiral sketchbook I'd been using, then went back in.
“Now, don’t think I’m tryin’ to take over,” I began.“I was just messin’ around and came up with this.Obviously, you can do whatever you?—”
Reagan held up a hand, smiling.“Just show it to me, Lynx.”
I flipped open the notebook and pushed it toward her.
Once again, my breath was lodged somewhere in my chest as I watched Reagan study the rough sketch.Her eyes popped up to meet mine, then dropped back to the notebook.
“Youdrewthis?”
I nodded.
“Wow.This is…”
