I screamed like a banshee when I came, as loudly and purely as if we’d been the last two people trying to repopulate the planet. There was nothing stopping me. No restraint on my part, to keep me from losing my lease.
Then again, how much did it matter? This could very well be my last time here.
“FUCKKK!”
Nathan came like an animal, roaring against my face as he shoved himself all the way home. I felt him go off somewhere deep in my womb; long, heavy spurts of his hot cream, filling me from within.
God, even his orgasms are sexy!
Somehow I wrenched a hand free. I reached back and grabbed him, digging my nails in deep as his ass clenched tightly against me. On the inside, things were growing even hotter. I could feel contraction after powerful contraction, as his cock thrummed inside me like a living machine.
“You’re such an asshole,” I sighed as we fell to the bed, my pussy leaking from his come.
Nathan pulled me against him with one long arm. As my head settled against his smooth, hairless chest, he laughed between breaths. “For what?”
“We could’ve been doing this years ago,” I admonished him.
“We could’ve?”
“Shit yeah,” I replied, adding a weak grin. “If only you’d come and found me.”
Sixteen
KAYLEEN
The rest of my day included unpacking, organizing, and setting up my new room. There were linens to be changed. Pillows to be fluffed. Clothes to be steamed and a whole host of things done to ‘pretty-up’ my own little corner of the bathroom, which the guys had graciously designated to me.
By the time everything was finished, I was pretty much exhausted. Which made it all the more fantastic when I dragged myself into the kitchen… and learned Chase had already ordered up a pizza delivery.
“Did I tell you I love you?” I teased.
Chase had three slices laid across two paper plates, and was already on his way back to his room. “Not yet,” he grinned through a mouthful of cheese.
“Well I do,” I said cheerily. “And if one of those pies has sausage sprinkled over it, we might just be getting married.”
The kitchen was filled with the delicious, savory scent of bread, meat, and cheese. The entire spread came complete with garlic knots, hot wings, and some kind of broccoli-and-cheese Stromboli that was already three-quarters the way gone.
“Damn,” I swore, shaking my head at Nathan. “You guys sure as hell know how to order.”
“Well we do have this fantastic live-in chef,” he smiled. “But we gave her the night off.”
“Did you now?”
“Yup. She had a long day on her feet.” He smiled at me and winked. “Well, mostly on her feet.”
We ate alone, Burke and Chase already having retreated to their rooms to continue working. Then we curled up on the couch, talking about nothing in particular while halfheartedly watching TV. A movie came on. We barely saw it. Each of us was wiped from last night’s activities, not to mention a day of moving… among other stuff.
Nathan was the first to yawn.
“I’m gonna call it a night,” he smiled apologetically. He stood up on his toes and stretched his elongated frame, before finally turning to me and extending one hand. “Come with?”
“In a bit,” I told him, “I might stay up a little more.”
He nodded down at me and smiled. “My door’s always open.”
“Good to know,” I smiled back. “Still, I think I might crash in my own bed tonight. Get a feel for the room, you know?”
“Gotcha.”