“But…” I gasped, my head falling back slightly. “If you ever treat me like you did last night, I’ll fuck you up.”
He ran his tongue down the length of my throat, stopping so that he could nip at my shoulder blade.
“You should have. At least then I wouldn’t be sleep deprived and thinking about you all damn night and day,” he teased.
I would’ve knocked him upside the head had I not needed to hold on.
My head hit the wall behind me a little harder than I’d intended, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was the way he was making me feel. The way his cock was filling me up each time he pulled back, then thrust inside.
The way I could hear my wetness as he pushed in and out.
“God,” I breathed. “I freakin’ love you. Love this. Love how you make me feel.”
That comment left my mouth, and everything stopped.
He froze half inside of me, his eyes going all intense and scary as he said, “Those words. Do you mean them?”
I tilted my head, studying him right back. “Of course, I mean them.”
He pulled out of me almost completely and then slammed back inside.
Stars exploded behind my eyes as the orgasm that he’d just put a freeze on when he stopped started up once again. But this time, I knew that I would be shattering.
There was no way to stop it.
It came barreling at me so fast that I barely had time to breathe, let alone think.
The moment it hit me, I felt the way his hands tightened painfully on my ass.
But I was too gone to care.
Future self wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow.
But present self felt like it was the best way to feel.
He grunted twice, his cock jolting inside of me, then he was stilling, pressing himself so deep that I knew he’d just come right along with me.
Seconds passed as we both caught our breath, and then I started to laugh.
“I tell you I love you, and you bruise my ass,” I teased.
He let go of his stranglehold on my butt, but not before he gave it a slight slap.
“In case you were wondering,” he breathed against my ear, “I still love you, too.”
I felt elation roll through me at his words. “Yeah?”
He pulled back so I could read it in his eyes. “Yeah.”
The back sliding door slid open loudly from the kitchen and we both froze.
“Yo, Haggard,” Shine called, opening the back door of the house, but not making a full appearance inside. “Shit’s hit the fan at the police station. Apparently, Blakely is talking because some man tried to break her out of jail, and she has some things to say about you. We need to go.”
I sighed and dropped my forehead to Haggard’s chest. “That woman literally ruins everything.”
He laughed as I allowed my legs to drop.
The feel of his large cock, still buried deep, pressed against such sensitive things, made me shiver in delight.
“She’s pretty good at it,” he agreed, sawing his cock back and forth between us and groaning. “God, I could go all over again. You make me feel so good.”
I bit my lip as he reluctantly pulled away, his hand automatically going to the condom to rip it off of his still very engorged cock before he tied it with an efficiency that showed he’d done it for a very long time.
Maybe he was right. Maybe I did need to go on birth control just so he could come inside of me.
Him doing something with me that he’d never done, not even with his ex-wife, felt like something that I seriously needed to do.
“Your eyes are working again,” he mused as he dropped the condom to the floor just as the door burst open, emitting a gaggle of teens.
Them, not seeing us since we were behind the door instead of beside it, walked right in with nary a clue as to what had just happened.
I, on the other hand, hastily yanked my dress down as he carefully pushed his cock back inside of his jeans and zipped up.
He’d just made himself presentable before the teens noticed us standing there.
One’s eyes gleamed as he saw the two of us.
“Hey there.” He grinned. “Are you the baby he stole from the cradle?”
Haggard’s eyes went cold as he said, “Get out of my house, and don’t come back.”
The kid’s mouth fell open, but it was Boston himself who escorted him to the door.
“I fuckin’ told you to keep your mouth shut,” he grumbled.
The door closed behind the still sputtering teen, and I sighed.
“That’s going to be normal, Haggard,” I teased him.
Haggard shrugged one large shoulder. “Don’t care.” He paused and looked at his son. “I have to go. Can you watch over her?”
I felt my eye twitch as Boston gave a jerk of his head.