Hadleigh: Yaaaasssss, girl!
I hunch over my phone, trying not to laugh. Apparently I’m no good at that.
From behind me, Liam’s rough morning voice grits out, “What’s so funny?”
I partially let out a giggle, still trying to hold it in. “Sorry. Just the girls.”
“Ah. You ladies and your girl talk. You just saw them two nights ago. What else could there possibly be to talk about already?”
“Uh. Duh.”
“Duh?”
“You, Liam.”
He circles my body with his arms, dragging my back flush with his front. “Me?” His hand cups one of my breasts, then squeezes before drifting down over my stomach and between my legs where he begins to touch me.
I nod, shivering. Molten desire flows through me. “Yes. Women talk.”
His hand slides from between my legs, and I pout, glancing over my shoulder at him. His eyes are dark and stormy as that same hand skims over my hip, grips my ass cheek for a brief second, then strokes my sex from behind. “You’re so fucking wet. Does that feel good?”
I mumble, “Yes,” semi-incoherently and scoot my ass back to give him better access. I don’t know whether it was the texting about sex with Liam, thinking about it, or that his hands are on me now, but I’m drenched and ready for him as he pumps two fingers inside me. He has me moaning in no time, my body straining for more from him. “Please, Liam. I want you inside me.”
Chapter 19
Liam
The head of my cock enters her, setting off a barrage of sparks throughout my body, and when I push all the way in, I burst into flames. She grinds against me as I power into her, my hands on her hips, fingers sinking down into the skin. My mouth finds a sensitive spot at the side of her neck that makes her moan like a siren when I kiss it. My tongue flicks out, savoring the taste of her skin.
We’re a writhing mass of need and desire, moving as one. I’ve never had it this good. Never been so in tune with someone else, mind, body, or soul. Never.
And, yes. I’m aware I was married for sixteen years. I’d feel badly about it, except … no. Nope, I’ve never felt like this before.
I lift her leg, opening her more fully to me. The way she arches back to take more of me blows my fucking mind. I reach around, my fingers finding her cli
t and rub in deft, quick strokes. Her entire body shakes, then her pussy pulses around my cock. She’s so responsive to me, I want to throw my arms up in victory every time I get her there. It’s the sweetest reward to watch Quinn come undone because of how I make her feel.
I continue to stroke into her, and each time, I claim her again and again as my own until I can’t hold back any longer and empty myself inside her. “Quinn,” I breathe, my heart racing. “Fuck, that was a good way to wake up.”
Relaxing later that morning feels like a daydream, like I’m living another life. We talk about anything and everything from her strange affinity for reality TV to my collection of vintage baseball cards. We swap stories about high school and college. I answer all of her questions on how the cider mill came to be, and she tells me more about working at the school. I don’t think I ever talked this much to Becky when we were dating. Come to think of it, that should have been a clue. But come on. How was I supposed to have known? She was my first serious girlfriend, and we hadn’t intended to get pregnant.
Still, Olivia is worth all those years of my life spent in a marriage that wasn’t working.
We’re still talking clear into the late morning, making plans to cook dinner together later tonight, when we finally each realize we may have to go our separate ways for a little while.
“I’ve got to change and get over to the bakery. Mom will likely need help. We’re usually pretty busy between twelve and four.”
I nod. “I should drop by work and check on how things are going. We have a hundred-person wedding reception tomorrow night.”
Quinn, wearing only her panties and one of my T-shirts, climbs onto my lap, straddling me. “Okay. So, reconvene here at … six, maybe? Should I run to the grocery store, or do you have stuff?”
My hands run up the outside of her thighs and under the shirt to palm her ass. “Six is good, and I have food. Why don’t you grab a few things in case you want to stay the night again?”
She slowly nods as she moves back and forth against my hardening dick. “I could do that.”
I’m two seconds from yanking my joggers down and shifting her panties out of the way when my phone vibrates on the coffee table in front of us. My eyes flick to Quinn’s, and she shrugs, gesturing to it over her shoulder.
“I don’t expect you to stop living your life because I’m with you. You have other obligations, I understand.”