One more thrust and I follow her over the edge, pumping my cock in and out as I go off. I coat every inch of my thick cock with her release and my own, needing her to mark me. I’m hers just as much as she’s mine, and this will be enough to hold me over. For now.
“You love getting into trouble,” I tell her when I eventually pull out and straighten my clothes. She’s still naked over the arm of the chair, so I sit down and slide her into my lap. “Miss me?”
“Yes.” She snuggles, and I feel her lips on my neck. “I love you, Tidas.”
“I love you too, babe.” I kiss the top of her head and hold her close, just enjoying the feeling of her in my arms.
“If you’re finished in there I’d like to see about a dress,” someone calls from the other side of the curtain, and Val stiffens in my arms.
She looks up at me with wide eyes, and when I shrug, we both fall into a fit of giggles like we’re teenagers. Maybe we still are, because the longer I’m with her, the younger I feel. Something about Valerie’s love is the fountain of youth, because no matter how long I’ve been looking at her, she’s still as beautiful as the day we met.
Maybe it’s my soul that sees her and not just my eyes, and I’m okay with that.
* * *
THE END!
The Fall Groom
BY ALEXA RILEY
Gracie is a mail carrier in Hollow Oak and knows everyone in town. When the recluse on her route complains that she’s taken the day off, it’s time she introduces herself properly.
Donovan’s scars force him to stay hidden from the world, but a pretty mail carrier with colorful bows in her hair makes him want to come out of the shadows. How can he make her his when he’s afraid of what she might think of him?
Warning: This beast has found his beauty and it’s just as adorable as you think! Come back to Hollow Oak for this new love story and stay for the cheesy goodness!
Chapter 1
GRACIE
“Why are you all dolled up?” Oliver asks, leaning up against the side of his truck and watching me.
“I’m not dolled up.” I grab another box and haul it into the back of my mail truck. When I come back out, Oliver is still standing there watching me.
“You are too. Your lips are shiny.”
“It’s lip gloss. I wear lip gloss all the time.” Maybe not the mascara, but I don’t mention that.
“Hmm.” He doesn’t sound convinced as he looks me up and down. “Something is different.”
Oliver is three times my age and very happily married. If he wasn’t, I’d be telling him to get lost. His wife makes the best sprinkle cookies I’ve ever eaten, and Oliver brings me some at least once a week.
“Did you cut your hair?”
“Nope.” I pull my braided hair over my shoulder. I always keep it braided when I’m at work so it stays out of my way. I also always keep a bow tied at the end. I might be a mail carrier, but I can make it cute. I’ve got to do something to liven up these navy overalls.
“All right. I’m only asking because you look extra nice this morning,” he says, giving up on what I’ve done differently today.
He’s right, though, not that I’ll admit it. If I do, he’ll start grilling me for information. People think beauty salons are full of gossip? The post office gets to see it all firsthand.
I have on a bit more makeup today, but that’s not saying much. Normally I put some gloss on my lips and call it a day, but I had some extra time this morning. It has nothing to do with a sexy recluse that’s on my route.
Maybe I checked to see if the mystery recluse was getting any packages today, but it’s not a big deal. He gets something delivered every day. What the heck is he ordering all the time? Since he’s always home, I guess everything. And I’m not only saying he’s always home because he’s there during the day. I’ve never run into him once in the town of Hollow Oak.
Everyone knows everyone here. It’s almost impossible not to run into people at some point, which is why I don’t date anyone from town. Though for him, I’d make an exception and not only because I wouldn’t have to risk running into him if things didn’t work out. That’s just how big my crush is.
“We need you at the front, Gracie.” Mick’s voice comes over my radio, and I grab it from off my hip.
“On my way,” I respond before waving at Oliver and shutting the back door of my truck.
I tuck my clipboard under my arm as I make my way to the front of the building. Most of the trucks are already pulling out, and I need to get going soon.