“I’m fine. I kind of have to use the bathroom.” I jump out of the bed and scoop her up. “Have you lost your mind?”
“You’re probably sore.”
“I can still walk.” I set her down and turned on the bathroom light. She moves inside the bathroom a little unsteadily and then giggles. “Well, I guess not that well yet.”
“Let me know if you need anything.”
“I don’t have anything to wear to bed. All my clothes are in the car.”
“I’ll get them in the morning. Come to bed and I’ll get you something to wear.” I pull out a long shirt, but that’s all her sexy ass needs anyway. Frankly, I’d prefer if she’d slept naked, but I’ll take what I can. Besides, there has to be some barrier between us so I don’t lose it and drill her again.
When she comes out of the bathroom with the glow of the light behind her, my dick jumps up to attention. Her eyes land on my sturdy pole and she smirks. “I thought you said not again.”
“It’s what you do to me. Come over here and put this on, so I can try to keep my dick out of you.”
“That’s not a lot of incentive to put it on.”
“Don’t misbehave or I’ll have to spank you.”
“Again, failing to understand this whole incentive. Still, I’m tired. You can save your spanking for another time.” She grabs the shirt and slides over her gorgeous body and I fucking feel like I just punished myself. I wrap my arms around her waist and drag her into bed, pulling her back to my front only adding to the punishment when her perfectly curved body adds to the enticement.
Less than an hour later, when sleep doesn’t come and her ass is continually grinding on my length, my control breaks. I find myself balls deep inside my woman while she’s pinned to the mattress, popping her ass back up against me and letting fuck her hard from behind. We quickly come, and this time, we both give into sleep.
Chapter Seven
Vanessa
I wake up to the sound of his phone going off, but he’s nowhere around and the sun is still down. Damn, it’s got to be early in the morning. Groaning, I reach over and grab it off the nightstand and see it’s the station. I don’t answer it because I’m sure he doesn’t want anyone to know I’m here.
“Hey, sorry.” Jacob comes out of the bathroom, body glistening from a shower and a white towel wrapped around his waist, displaying his ripped muscles. “I didn’t want to wake you. I need to head down to the station this morning.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I can find my way back to Mack’s.”
“Didn’t I say I’d tie you to the bed?”
“That sounds tempting, but I don’t know when you’ll return. Also, my things are still in your vehicle, so I need them, and the rest of my things are at my aunt’s, so I need those as well.”
He pauses and then says, “I’ll get your things from the vehicle. You can get ready here and then I’ll have Mack or Wrench pick you up.”
“So, you can compromise.”
“Brat. Hurry up, then. I’m needed at the station.”
“Okay.” I slide off the bed and try to hide the fact that my pussy aches, but I let out an involuntary grunt.
“Oh no. Don’t fucking try to hide that you’re sore from me.”
“Hello, you fucked my virginity out of me. Of course, I’m sore, but I’ll be fine soon.” I roll my eyes at him and grab my clothes I wore yesterday. “I need to soak in the tub.”
“You do that. I’ll make sure they don’t come for the next couple of hours.”
“I can always call them when I’m ready. I don’t want to wake them too soon since they have to prep for the cookout today,” I tell him.
“Wrench mentioned that to me. If I didn’t have to be at work for part of the cookout, I would be pissed that I wasn’t the one taking you, but I don’t want you to miss out because I have to work. Stay away from the assholes.” He gives me a stern look that’s more adorable than serious looking.
“Yes, Jacob.”
“Good.” He pulls me in for a kiss, and his towel falls, kissing me harder and grinding against me until his phone rings. “Damn it. We ain’t had no damn emergencies in years, and now my phone won’t stop ringing this morning.”
He snarls and answers it without looking. “Lawrence.”
“Hey, Beast,” he says when the other guy speaks. I guess it’s not the station. Beast is one of the Riders, but I’m not sure which one that is.
“Fuck, son of a bitch. I know, I know. No. Of course, I wasn’t thinking of that. No.” He paces and then goes to his dresser drawer, pulling out some boxer briefs and sliding them on over his delectable bottom. He heads into his closet without looking at me while he snarls and barks on the phone with his buddy, but I can’t make out what they’re talking about. I dress and wait for him as he gets ready out of sight. A few minutes pass when he steps out of the closet, fully dressed in his uniform, looking so fucking hot that I forget all about the call and stare.