Until I knew what the wire meant, until I knew who it was from, I had no move to make. All I could do was tell Lila at the wedding, show her the wire and the hand-written note, and see what she could find out. And tell Fluffy to keep a look out for anything suspicious.
“Ya know…” Ronnie’s voice tickled at me as I crossed the threshold, and I lifted my gaze to find her standing at the bottom of the stairs that connected the middle living area to the floor above. Naked. Groot stood at her side, watching me.
My breath caught in my throat. My balls throbbed. Hot, instant lust flooded my cock. “Ya know what?” I asked, although the words came out a strangled groan.
By now she knew exactly what her naked body did to me. And she also knew how insatiable I was for it. And her. Standing there naked on the step, getting my attention… She wanted me to fuck her.
She lifted an eyebrow. “Ya know, when you use taking the trash out as a cover to see what was left at the gate, you probably should take the trash out.” Her lips twitched. My gut clenched. “Just sayin’.”
“You watching me on the CCTV?” The question left me on a low murmur. I wasn’t pissed. I was turned on. Her feistiness, her sass…
Fate had put her in my life six years ago. She was perfect.
Leaning her hip on the stair rail, she nodded. “Going to tell me what you found?”
I shook my head, closed the door, and locked it.
She lifted her eyebrow again. “So if you’re not going to tell me, what are you going to do?”
“Groot,” I said, fixing the Doberman with a level stare, “go get on your mat.”
Groot looked up at Ronnie.
“On your mat, Groot,” she said gently.
He bolted for the oversize pillow positioned in front of the fireplace, claws clicking on the smooth floor until he was gone from the entry foyer.
I returned my gaze to Ronnie. My rigid cock ached, trapped by my shorts. “Go get on our bed, Ronnie,” I said.
“Woof,” she said back.
I grinned. “Doggy style it is.”
I lunged forward.
She let out a delighted squeal and sprinted up the stairs, her gorgeous naked ass bunching and flexing and making me so fucking hard I wanted to rip my shorts off my body.
I caught her before she made it to our bedroom. I snagged her wrist and hauled her back to me, slamming her to the wall with my body, pinning her wrists beside her head as I ground my imprisoned erection to the smooth curve of her sex.
“This isn’t doggy style,” she panted, eyelids half closed, lips parted.
“This is foreplay,” I confirmed, yanking her wrists higher up the wall until I could hold both of them in one fist.
“Oh, I…”
I dragged my free hand down her arm, and closed it over her breast.
“See,” she finished, the word little more than a husky groan.
Fuck, I loved the sounds she made when she was turned on. Those sounds fed my own lust, turned them hotter and more carnal than I ever imagined possible.
Palming her breast, I ground my groin to hers some more. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, babe. I’m going to make you come all over my hand, and then I’m going to lick and suck and bite my way down your exquisite body until I get to your exquisite pussy. And then I’m going to eat you out, fuck you with my tongue until you come on my face. Do you understand?”
Pupils dilating, breath catching, she nodded once.
I pinched her nipple, and a powerful spasm claimed my cock at her throaty whimper.
Yes, I was distracting her from asking about the box with sex.