My fingers played and dipped in and out until she tightened around them, squeezing to the point that I stoked the pulse beating within her wet heat. She was always so wet and ready. Fuck, I wanted her right now.
“Does my dick feel like it has an age limit when I’m fucking you?”
She shook her head rapidly, unable to get out a word as she gasped for air. Lips parted, her eyes were opened half-mass, and fluttering. The pretty freckles on her lust-drenched face were as seductive as her body, which bowed against my play and begged for release from the hold I had on her orgasm.
“What about now? Are you thinking about my age while you’re riding my fingers?”
“Oh. God. Ty! Please!” she yelled, squirming, and rolling her hips.
“You can’t tell me this isn’t my pussy,” I whispered hot in her ear.
While she got lost in an orgasm and screamed down the expensive walls of Arjen and Mecca’s bathroom, I continued with another round of questions. “What about now? Are you thinking about my age now while I’m making you cum, Patrena?”
“No. God. No. Ty!” she screamed her breathless answer into the air as her body continued to shudder.
After the smoke cleared, I gave her time to calm down before I helped her clean up and straighten her clothes. Her ripped panties went into my back pocket. She lifted up on her toes before placing a tender kiss on my lips, the only woman whose kisses I not only wanted but enjoyed.
I took her blush-kissed face between my palms and tilted her head up so that her gaze was on mine. “The first time I saw Arlo, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him and it only took that one look to know that I loved him and would do anything for him. The first time I saw you, I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. Although it took me longer to push through my denial, when I pulled you off of that semi, I knew then that I loved you.”
“Tywin,” she cooed, her chest heaving rapidly as glistening tears sprang up in her eyes.
I pulled her into a tight hug that she returned with strength, locking her arms around my neck.
“I love you too,” she whispered. Her precious words breezed into my ear and the impact of them closed my eyes. Instantly, I was flooded with pure uncut joy. A floating sensation hit me, and I melted into our embrace, breathing her in.
When we finally released each other, I knew we’d never have to discuss age or what we were to each other again. I did one last check to make sure she was put back together before placing a sweet kiss on her lips, unable to help myself.
When I opened the door, I pulled up short on the first step, causing Patrena to bump into my back. She peeked around my shoulder.
“Oh my God,” she muttered under her breath before dropping her face into the back of my shoulder.
The entire guest party was standing in the hallway as quiet as church mice, staring and I believe waiting for us to give an explanation for our behavior. I had assumed the party music would be enough to provide us an auditory shield of privacy, but they must have heard Patrena screaming over it.
“Is everything all right?” Mecca questioned, clearly fighting to keep from bursting out laughing based on the way her face kept twitching and the careful breaths she was taking.
Some in the group were cupping their mouths to keep from releasing their outbursts, some had their heads down, and others were turning their heads away, either embarrassed or hiding their grins.
“For a minute, I thought I would have to go in there and help my girl out,” Mecca continued, causing a few in the group to burst into roaring laughter.
“Everything is fine,” I finally answered before throwing a securing arm around Patrena and drawing her into my side.
“A lot of our questions were answered tonight,” Arjen added, glancing back and forth between us.
“I believe all of our questions were answered,” Desiree chimed in before biting into her grin, but she appeared happy for Patrena who hadn’t been brave enough to glance up yet.
Her face was buried in the side of my chest. It hadn’t been my intention to embarrass her, but we couldn’t allow something like age to mess up what I knew was a good thing.
“Not all of our questions were answered,” Mecca disagreed with one of her perfectly-arched brows lifted. This group had no type of shame about their nosiness, that’s for sure.
Arjen stared down at her. “Don’t you think we already know too much? What else do we need to know? You won the bet.”
“I want to know if Patrena still has a problem with his age,” Mecca teased. “I mean it sounded like it was getting sorted out, but I can’t be sure because we couldn’t hear everything. There was also so much begging and pleading going on, shit, I didn’t know if I should have been turned on or scared.” She stared, waiting for one of us to reply while the crowd laughed their asses off. I even had trouble keeping my grin from bursting free.
“You two got the age difference all worked out?” Arjen asked, following his wife’s lead. “I can’t have you scaring my wife and I damn sure won’t have anyone or anything else but me turning her on.” He’d made the statement with a straight face, and I don’t believe he was kidding.
“Lord, have mercy,” Patrena muttered, glancing at her friends under her lashes. Her face was flaming red with embarrassment, and I couldn’t keep the silly smirk off my face.
“I believe we have worked everything out just fine,” I answered the question for us, eyeballing the group no longer hiding their laughter.
I took it all in stride. Their taunting was nothing new to me, and I believe Patrena had begun to come around too when the group finally started to disperse.
Mecca glanced back on our trek to the dining room.
“The food’s getting cold waiting around for y’all. Are you two ready for dinner? Hands and things been washed?”