I pull my fingers out, and Molly cries out for missing being filled. But when my hands find her ass again and pull her forward onto my cock once more, her pouting turns savage. We pulse in time, every throb of my shaft echoed in the throbbing I feel from her walls. She squeezes me, urges me deeper, hugs me in so tight I could swear I’ll get lost in her.
And then, when I don’t think I can hold back any longer…
“Gray.”
She cries out my name as she spasms around my shaft. I drive it home one more time, parting those knees I drew up to her chest so I can press flat against her. I take the deepest thrust I have yet, planting my crown as far as I can. The orgasm rips through me, and my cum releases in white hot ropes that paint Molly’s cunt as mine, mine,mine.
When it’s over, we stay this way for a moment. Me between her legs, her arms still wrapped tightly around my back, nails still half-dug into the blades. The wind whips outside, and the whole barn shakes.
It might be impossible to will myself to leave this place.
CHAPTER TEN: MOLLY
This is the most delicious dream.
I’ve had it for years, ever since high school, really. It’s always the same beats. Always the same outcome. But has it ever been this… amazing?
In the dream, Gray is between my legs. I know I should be embarrassed—it’s first thing in the morning, and I can’t smell like fresh white lilies or have a perfectly landscaped lady lawn. But he doesn’t seem to care, so I can’t either. His arms are hooked over my thighs, making it impossible for me to wriggle away. His tongue scissors inside me, then laves over my clit before he draws the sensitive little button up into his mouth for a gentle suck.
At some point, my hands find his hair. That thick, amazing hair that somehow stayed so gorgeous since high school, where other guys his age have started thinning out. I have to fight the urge to contort to smell it, to breathe Gray in and drown in him.
When he moves an arm to finger me while he eats, there’s a rumble deep in my belly. My lips part and I moan…
I sit straight up, bracing my palms on my pillow, my naked chest dotted with sweat. That was not my moan.
I look to my bedroom door and remember the insatiable honeymooners staying just a few rooms away. My breath catches at the top of my chest—it was only the dream. The same amazing, mind-blowing, addicting dream I’ve been having since—
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Gray kisses his way up my thigh before poking his head out from under my covers. The thin rays of morning sunshine spearing through my gossamer curtains highlight a smear of my juices across his lips and chin. When his tongue flicks out to clean them, my pussy clenches with the remnants of an orgasm I thought I’d only imagined.
Good God. It’s a Christmas miracle.
“Are you real? Is Santa rewarding me early for what a good girl I’ve been lately?”
“You definitely haven’t been a good girl in the last few hours,” Gray teases, climbing up on top of me to kiss me long and deep. His morning wood presses against my thigh, dotting my skin with his own desire.
“I can’t care,” I groan as he licks my neck. “Drown me in coal. I’ll take it all if I can keep wake ups like this one.”
Gray laughs and pulls back the comforter to climb out of my bed.
In the light, he looks like a god. It’s my first good, long look at the cherry blossom tree on his chest. Its limbs jut this way and that across his ripped skin, unexpectedly delicate flowers dotting the ends. When Gray grabs his t-shirt off my dresser and pulls it over his head, a wave of disappointment washes through me.
Of course, it only lasts for a moment. I’m quickly recovered when I realize I’ve got an incredible view of his rock-hard cock jutting out beneath the cotton. This time, the ache that washes through me is the need to touch him and give him back what he just gave me.
I reach out a hand, but he holds up a finger and smirks.
“Bates conned me into coming to another basketball practice,” he says. “Saturday morning drills.”
“That’s it, Bates is evicted from the Little Haven Inn.”
Gray laughs. “I’ll come back. Believe me, I love the game, but I’d rather be around your hot, naked body than a bunch of sweating teenage boys.”
“Maybe I’ll burn down the high school,” I muse as I pick at a loose thread on my comforter. “Oh my God—remember how you and Hunter set a pig loose in the halls for your senior prank?”
He glances back at me, one eyebrow raised as he pulls up boxers and shorts. “And the cops were called, and they had to shut the whole place down to wade through pig feces and trap the porker?”
“It really was a genius prank. But where could I get a pig at this hour of the morning?”
Gray leans over the bed and kisses my forehead. My skin tingles when his lips leave me.