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“Well,” she yawns again. “If he hurts her, I’ll kick him in the nuts, and you’re not going to stop me.”

“I’ll help you.” I kiss the crown of her head, and a few minutes later, she’s asleep, her rhythmic breaths the only sound in the room. I could get used to this.

Chapter Nineteen

Reese

I lean one hand on the counter for support, and grip Thorin’s neck with the other.

“S-so close,” I stutter, caught up in the sight if his dick sliding in and out of me. I’m perched on the kitchen island, feet spread wide, and at the perfect height for Thorin to take me like this. And good God, the angle. He hits me deep, every.single.time, and when that glorious spark ignites at the base of spine, my toes curl, and Thorin’s grasp on my hips tightens.

“Fuck, babe,” he grunts.

Yes, fuck indeed. And he does it so well, too. The man is relentless. And insatiable, it seems. He took me from behind only hours ago—I’m running on four hours sleep, people, but don’t mistake that for a complaint—and interrupted me while I was making breakfast, to, well, have me for breakfast. I bite my lip, and try to swallow the sounds crawling up my throat. At this rate, I’m going to make sure the whole of Horseshoe Bay knows what we’re doing. As it is, were anyone to walk past my living room windows, they’d get a front row view of Thorin’s ass.

“Get there,” he growls, pulling me right to the edge of the countertop. He rubs his pubic bone against my clit—this position gives the man full access—and circles his hips. My mouth pops open, and my pussy clenches. Rather than scream—because, let’s face it, this man’s fucking calls for screaming—I sink my teeth into his shoulder, and bite. Hard. Which is what sets him off. Our orgasms trip over each other, and his muscles tense, our bodies riding out the exquisite high together.

“Jesus,” he breathes, his hips slowing. “I thought taking you from behind made me come hard, but this…” he shakes his head, his forehead sweaty.

I look at where my teeth sunk into his flesh. “Well,” I exhale, “that’s gonna bruise.”

“Crazy woman,” he chuckles.

“Who knew, huh?” I wipe my hair from face, and he tilts my chin, kissing me deeply. So deeply, and so throughly, I squeeze his dick one last time.

His hips piston once in response, and I giggle. “Sorry.” It’s muttered against his lips. He slowly pulls out, and drags his sweats up over his ass.

“Don’t move,” he tells me, a glint in his eye. He stares at my bare pussy, no doubt at the warm liquid I feel is…my cheeks warm. Oh Jesus, he’s so watching his cum leaking out of me. He walks backward, and disappears into the guest bathroom in Mya’s room, coming back with a warm cloth to clean me up. I should be doing it myself, but my legs are kind of stuck. He realizes this, and once he’s satisfied I’m clean, he helps me stand, allowing his giant shirt to cover my lower half. My underwear’s around here somewhere. With my luck—oh look, it’s on the ceiling fan.

“Happy now, Caveman?”

He plants his hands on either side of my hips, and gives me a wolfish grin. “Very. But, after that, I think it’s best we eat. For real this time.”

On cue, my stomach grumbles, and so does his. He kisses my forehead, and it’s a sharp contrast, his tenderness, to what we were just doing. The man’s a beast. “Get comfortable on a chair, and I’ll cook, since I was the one who…distracted…you the first time.”

“Uh, do you think you could…” I point to where my pink cotton panties are hanging precariously from a fan blade. He spots them, and laughs. “Grab those?”

I swat his ass as he walks past, and with little to no effort, he swipes my panties. I slide them back on as soon as he hands them to me, and rather than have him do breakfast alone, I choose to help. It’s quicker with two of us, and in no time, we’re both seated, stuffing food in our mouths. He shoves his plate away, and wipes his mouth, chuckling when he sees I ate just as much as he did, if not more.

“Hungry, huh?”

“You worked up my appetite, fiend.”

He reaches for me, and puts me on his lap. I don’t think he’s stopped touching me at all since last night. Not that I’m much better because I’m reaching for his face, my fingertips brushing over his nose, his lips.

“Are you okay, after last night?” He asks quietly. “After our talk, I mean.”

“I am, actually.” It felt good opening up to Thorin, even if it was largely for his benefit. I wanted to assuage his guilt, or at least help put his mind at ease about our past. Whether or not I succeeded, only time will really tell. His brows furrow, and I use my finger to smooth the creases, aware of the shadows that linger in his eyes. “There was one more thing I wanted to talk about,” he says. He’s relaxed, but it’s his tone that’s cautious, like what he wants to talk about might upset me. I drop my hands to my lap.

“I never apologized for what,” he swallows, “Jessica did to you in high school, for allowing her to get away with so much.”

Now, it’s my turn to frown.

“Or for being a dick back then,” he adds. “For breaking so many promises, over and over again, and not being a better friend.” His frown returns, and whatever’s going through his head right now is clearly making him unhappy.

“It was high school. You’re not the same person you were back then, Thorin.”

“Still, I felt like I needed to say it. Last night couldn’t have been easy for you.”