This time so that he could see my face.
The intense emotions I saw there were nothing less than beautiful.
“I was close,” he said. “But I want you to go first.”
He ground his pelvis into me, causing my clit to jerk in reaction.
The squeeze of my vagina around his cock let him know that I liked it, so he did it again.
His grin was wicked when he pulled back and shoved forward.
My mouth parted, and I could feel the orgasm getting closer and closer.
And then he closed his eyes.
Losing that connection of his intense gaze, I closed mine, too, concentrating on what was going on between my thighs and how good he was making me feel.
Then it happened.
The feeling was at the pinnacle, teetering over the edge.
Then I felt his fingers pinch down hard on one of my nipples.
And I lost it.
I soared so high and fast that I didn’t know what to do but hold on for the ride.
I heard him grunt at the way I pulsed around him, and then I felt him jerk inside of me.
Seconds later his thrusts stilled, and I reluctantly opened my eyes to see his still closed.
“God,” he muttered, eyes finally opening. “What you do to me.”
I lifted my hand and placed it over his heart.
It was beating so hard and fast that I knew he was tired.
But God, I still wanted him.
Something in which he read in my face.
“I’m fairly sure that I’d love to do that again,” he murmured. “But I have to be up in three hours for work, and I should at least get some sleep.”
I reluctantly agreed.
When I came back out of his bathroom, my panties were nowhere to be seen, and Dax was in bed with the covers pulled up to his chest.
He watched me walk toward him with an intense look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, only studied me in his sweatshirt and nothing else.
“I’m thinking that I’m never getting that sweatshirt back.”
I snickered. “No, you’re not.”Chapter 11Keep it up and you’ll be fertilizing my vegetable garden.
-Rowen to Derek
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“I’m not sure how to do this drop-off thing,” I said to my boss and new friend. “Are you sure I’m qualified to do it?”
Jenny looked over at me with amusement.
“I don’t think anybody knows how to do the school drop-off thing,” she admitted. “Honestly, everybody runs around like chickens with their heads cut off.”
That wasn’t the news I was looking to hear.
“Okay.” I squinted at the four older children staring at me with small smiles on their faces. “Let’s do this.”
Jenny had a court case to get to and Junior, the baby, was home sick with Clancy. Leaving me to take their kids to school.
Sure, I didn’t have to or anything, but I’d volunteered anyway.
I was a nice person like that.
“Let’s do this.” I clapped. “Jenny, keys?”
She tossed her entire purse to me.
I caught it with a grunt, surprised at how heavy it was.
“What do you have in here? Bricks?” I teased.
She looked at me with amusement on her face. “I have five kids. I have everything but the kitchen sink in there.”
She did.
I’d dug past a Lunchable, a full-sized flashlight and a tub of Vaseline before I got to the keys.
Once they were in my hands, I led her four eldest children outside.
When they were all in, I got in myself, and felt like I was in a boat.
“This is big,” I announced.
“It’s a van,” the younger version of Jenny said from her seat beside me. “Not a boat. Exactly like your car. No wider or longer.”
I’d have to agree to disagree. When I was in my car I felt like I could fit anywhere. Sitting here behind this beast, I felt like there was too much space. Like I could host a rave inside of the cab.
“Everybody buckled?” I asked, turning to look at the other three in the back.
Jenny’s twins both nodded. Twin boys that looked exactly like their daddy.
The one in the very back was impatiently waiting with his arms crossed over his chest.
Turning back around, I put the van into reverse and backed out.
“Hey, I can see everything.” I pointed at the backup camera.
“Look at this,” Caley said. Then she pressed a few buttons and I could all of a sudden see everything that was surrounding the car.
“Oh, cool,” I breathed.
“We’re going to be late,” the surly pre-teen muttered.
Realizing that the kid was right, I pulled forward then went farther into the road and started the short drive to school.
“Mom usually takes the back way,” Caley said, pointing. “But if you want, you can go the front way like Dad goes. He swears it’s faster, even though there’s always more traffic this way.”
Since I only knew the one way—the front way—I did what I intended to do and started toward the school. The closer I got to the school zone, the worse the traffic got.