Jace crouches down next to her. “Should we get a dog too, Lena?”
“Yah. I want this pup pup.” Lena runs over to the kennel.
He looks up at me with a smirk. We’ve been talking about rescuing a dog ever since he moved in. The sable-brown dog with black markings is called Mitch. His soulful eyes connect directly with my heart. His abnormally long, pink tongue lolls out of the side of his mouth. I love him. I poke my finger through the cage and scratch his forehead between his eyes.
Mitch is meant to be with us. I know it instantly. There’s a reason I have four million followers on Instagram. I’m an animal-rescuing badass. All of our animals on the ranch are either rescued or adopted.
“You’re in heaven, aren’t you?” Jace whispers in my ear.
I nod happily
“Daddy no kissy Mama.” Lena burrows between us. We both laugh.
He waggles his brows at me before swooping Lena up onto his shoulders. We return to the adoption desk, and I point to Mitch. “We’d like to bring him with us too.”
The girl handling the paperwork has Billie Eilish-inspired fluorescent-green hair. She looks me up and down, smacks her gum and nods at Jace. “Is he that drummer guy?”
“Nah,” Jace drawls, not giving me time to answer. He prefers to downplay his fame. To stay in the LTZ background. Jace likes being incognito as much as possible. Of course, the man is drop-dead gorgeous. People notice him no matter what.
Green-hair girl eyes him skeptically but goes back to processing our pet adoption forms. Takes her sweet, precious time. Finally, we’re piling Lena, the cats, and Mitch into the Range Rover. On the way home, Benjamin and Franklin wail like they’re dying. Mitch howls in camaraderie. Lena giggles and mimics the howling. Gawd, Jace joins in too.
Needless to say, it’s a loud ride back.
Once we load everybody into the house, I try to put a squiggly, squirmy Lena down for a nap. She whines and resists my efforts until I bring Mitch into her room. He promptly jumps up on the bed and curls up beside her, resting his head in the crook of her arm. Lena calms immediately and strokes his ear. Within minutes, they’re both sound asleep. I tiptoe down the hall to join Jace in the spare bathroom where we’re preparing the space for the kitties.
“Are yousurewe should leave them in a bathroom?” Jace tilts his head toward me and tosses towels in the bathtub.
My nose is scrunched up into my brain when I glance up from my struggle with the lid on the automatic litter box.
“Aha!” I pump my fist in the air when it clamps into place. “Yeah, I’m totally sure. They’ll be safe and isolated for a few days to get used to the smells of our house. I can work on some basic training with Mitch in the meantime. All of our new fur babies have great temperaments. I’m sure it will take a few days to introduce all of them. Doing this correctly will make life easier for us.”
Jace leans over and wraps his hand around my nape. Pulls my face to his until our lips touch. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re bossy,” he whispers against my mouth.
Moaning into our kiss, I grip his strong shoulders. Nuzzle the scruff on his jaw. Nip the cleft in his chin. Jace devours me like a starved man. His hand skims down my side to the hem of my black jersey dress. With one quick motion he flips it up, shoves my panties to the side and trails his fingers through my damp folds to my opening. I gasp when he plunges two digits inside me.
I buck my hips as he strokes my clit with his thumb. Squeak when he nibbles on my earlobe. It’s mere seconds before I’m literally gushing against his hand. “I never knew cat litter would turn you on so much,” he growls. “Oh, and if I’m not inside you within the next minute, I’m going to come in my pants.”
Jace pulls his fingers out of me and places them against my lips. I suck them clean. Leaning up to his ear, I urge, “What are you waiting for?”
In the mad dash to our bedroom, Jace sheds his t-shirt, sneakers, socks, and jeans. I pull my dress over my head and step out of my drenched panties. He lunges toward me and cups my breasts with both hands and presses them together. My nipples stand at rapt attention. He thrums my nipples then pinches them a bit. “I want to fuck your tits, Poppy. Then I’m going to fuckyou.”
“Yesss,” I hiss.
Lena’s nap time is a scant hour, so we don’t have time to waste. We’ve mastered the art of speedy, quiet sex since our daughter came into our lives.
I scramble to the bed and lie back against the pillows. Jace straddles my waist, reaches into the dresser, and squirts some CBD lube between my breasts and massages it in, paying special attention to my nipples. Tingles shoot directly to my pussy. Gawd, this lube is absolute euphoria. I squirm from the intensity each time he pulls and twists my tight buds.
“Your tits are what dreams are made of babe.” Jace slathers lube on his engorged cock. Pumps it by dragging his strong hand slowly up and down his shaft to work the lube into his skin. His face contorts with pleasure as the gel begins to do its trick. I cup and press my breasts together, creating a tight channel, tight enough to thrust into. It’s hot as hell watching the tip of his penis emerge from between my tits, millimeters from my lips. He groans when I bend my neck so I can lick his crown on each pass. “Holy mother of Jesus, Poppy. Keep doing that. Ah,fuuuuuck.”
My hips undulate in time to Jace’s tempo. I desperately want to finger myself but can’t because my hands are occupied. Ever the observant lover, Jace notices my distress and reaches one hand backward to rub my clit. The residue from the lube on his hand creates a magical tingle. “Ohmygawd,” I whisper-shriek.
Jace withdraws his cock from my tits and works his way down my body, laving and kissing my skin until he literally buries his face in my pussy. Drags his tongue through my folds. Wiggles it against my clit. I’m a goner. I bite my knuckle to keep from crying out too loudly when I come like a freight train.
I’m surprised I don’t break his jaw by how hard I clamp my thighs against his face.
“Put your cock in me.Now.” I splay my knees wide. Jace obediently moves into position and presses my legs farther apart. That’s where his obedience wanes. Instead, he impales me maddeningly slow. Inch by delicious inch. Rotates his hips. Snarls as he watches himself plunge in and out of me. I lean up on my elbows and peer down at our joined bodies so I, too, can enjoy the show.
“I. Fucking. Love. You.” Jace’s thumbs hold my pussy lips apart. My sensitive clit pokes up proudly. I reach between us and pinch it and rub. His hips buck into me with incredible power and speed. Our bodies slap together, and he cries out, “Holy fuck, Poppy. I’m gonna—”