I adjust and hear a soft grunt under me. Stretching my legs gets me a gasp. “Well, you’re ready now.”
I kiss across Sophie’s throat as she continues to pet the back of my neck, her fingernails sending shivers along my spine. We have a quick round of sex, then she joins me in the shower and I let her wash me clean before I slip my fingers between her legs, just to make sure she’s clean too.
“Holden.” She groans, bracing herself on me.
“I don’t know, you still feel wet.” I tease.
Her head falls back on my chest. “Because you’re touching me.”
“Well … I can fix that.” I let her go and her body relaxes against mine … making it all the better when I lift her hips and pull her down on my cock.
Sophie’s body shudders like electricity is running through her for a moment, then she nods. “So good.”
Which is absolutely what I should be saying. So I do. I tell her exactly how good she feels, how much I love her, how happy I am to wake up to her all while fucking her like she needs. She bounces on my cock to the rhythm I set, filling my bathroom with moans as her wetness coats me even more.
“Fuck!” She gasps.
“Not yet.” I swat her thigh and pinch her nipple in my free hand. I keep myself buried in her and grind deeper, not moving in or out, just around as she pants and whimpers. “Feel me, Sophie?”
“Yes.” She digs her nails into my thighs. “So deep.”
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes!”
So I do. I bend her over the carved-out chair in my shower and fuck her hard, holding her hair so she doesn’t hit her head on the marble. When she comes, she drags me with her, as always. I can’t hold out when she’s practically singing my name and her pussy clenches my cock like she needs me to stay right there forever to live.
My legs shake a little from all the unexpected activity and I have to sit again. Sophie cleans my cock and thighs, then herself, putting on a show that makes me wonder if three rounds before breakfast is acceptable.
I give her one of my shirts, drag on pajama bottoms, and we head downstairs together. She giggles and bumps my hip with hers. Nick shakes his head at us. “Holden gets to sleep in, but you Sophie?”
“I was working hard.” She wraps her arm around me.
Nick licks across his bottom lip and leans to check the other hallway. “I’d keep that down. Your parents are still here.”
She huffs. “Great. Where’s Valerie?”
“Talking to Gunner.” Nick motions to the balcony.
Whatever he’s telling Valerie has her on the fence. I watch Sophie slip out there and Gunner drags her close without even looking at her. He kisses her as he takes a pause between seconds.
Which means Valerie takes the opportunity to escape inside while shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
Gunner follows with Sophie in tow. “I’m just saying, you’re young, you’re single, why are you heading back to work after only two nights in New York. You should stay at least a week.”
“Because being single doesn’t matter and I have a job to do.” She looks at me and Nick. “Can I get some help here?”
“Leave her alone, Gunner. If she wants to go back, she goes back.” Nick sighs like an exasperated parent. “I told you not to meddle.”
“Meddle? What?” Valerie asks, then she puts her hands up. “I don’t want to know. Look, you may get to ditch your job whenever, but I can’t. I’m going.”
“Are you all packed and everything … already?” Sophie’s voice is heartbreaking.
Valerie points at her despite the sadness in her eyes. “You can visit me another weekend. I like this. But I really like what I do and I like making sure that everything is taken care of. Plus, I’m teaching tomorrow. Do you know how hard I’ve worked for that?”
Sophie leaves Gunner to hug her friend. “Of course I do. You’re going to knock their socks off. Let me get changed and we can eat breakfast and go.” She shoots Gunner a look. “Without anymore meddling.”
He puts his hands up. “It was attempted meddling. Worse than Scooby and the gang.”