Oh, yeah.
Joey.
The delicious smell of breakfast overwhelms me. Getting out of bed, I take care of business before grabbing a pair of sweats and heading into the kitchen. Joey’s hair is piled on her head, my T-shirt ghosting her thighs.
Damn, does she ever look at ease standing in my kitchen. She’s humming along to a tune only she can hear. I could stand here and stare at her for hours and not get bored.
I pad my way into the kitchen, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her. “Morning, darlin’.”
She startles before peering up at me. “Did I wake you?”
“Not at all.” I press a kiss to her neck. “Missed waking up to you though.”
She flips the pancakes over in the pan, a perfect golden brown. “I thought I’d make you breakfast.”
“When I could have had you for breakfast?”
“Sam.” She groans, wiggling her ass against my dick.
Even after all the orgasms last night, I’m still a greedy son of a bitch and want more. We both do.
Our time today is limited with Max coming back from his camping trip this afternoon.
“Sue me for wanting to have you in my bed when I woke up.”
“We still have plenty of time.”
“Not for what I have planned for you.”
Reaching behind her, she pulls me in for a sweet kiss. She tastes of mint and coffee, doing little to quell the growing problem in my sweats.
“Go sit. Let me feed you and then we can do whatever you want today.”
“Including staying in bed all day?” I waggle my brows at her, pressing a kiss to her cheek before grabbing a cup of coffee.
“If you want.” She shrugs a shoulder.
“You say that like you don’t want to do that.”
From my spot at the table, I can see her smile. “I’d be more than happy to do that. Any time I get to spend with you is the perfect day.”
Fuck. I don’t know what I did to find someone as good as Joey, but I’m glad I found her.
“I have a better idea.”
She flips the pancakes onto a plate and carries them over to the table. Before I let her take a seat next to me, I pull her down on my lap.
“What might that be?” she asks.
“How about after breakfast, we get a shower—together—and then I take you for a ride?”
“What kind of ride?”
Joey grabs the syrup and pours it over her pancakes before cutting a small bite and popping it into her mouth.
“Not that kind.” I nip at her earlobe before taking the forkand having my own bite. “I figure we can take the horses out, check the trails, and I can show you my spot.”
“Your spot, huh? That sounds pretty good to me.”
