Page 3 of Redbird

I hear a step in the hall, heavy like Gerard’s boot. It’s followed by the light patter of my son’s bare feet. Cash tears down the hall and I hear him scramble up the stairs, probably heading for the shower. I know he’s covered in grime, but I’ve got him trained to wash up before dinner, despite his frequent protests.

For a second, the house is quiet. But I know my husband is right outside. The kitchen door opens. A tingle moves up my spine and my nipples tighten under my dress.

His big, broad hands slide around my waist. My hands go still as he kisses the nape of my neck.

A hint of warmth. The tickle of his beard. The graze of his teeth.

“You smell good,” he murmurs.

He turns me around abruptly, bending me back over the table. I’m in a thin sundress with a ruched bodice. When he presses up against me, my breasts spill from the neckline and the skirt rides up my thighs.

The feeling of his work clothes against my bare skin takes my breath away. Rough, creased to his hard body underneath. My lids flutter as he bends in, takes my face in his hand to turn it, and kisses my mouth. Then he pulls away and flips me around, pressing me back against the counter. The warm palm of his hand skims over my stomach and slides down the inside of my thigh.

And back up again. Stopping an inch below my pussy.

Fire floods my veins.

My head spins.

He’s so good at this. He starts out gentle, then gives me just a trace of his tongue. He holds back until I’m begging for it. Then he kisses me like he’s starving, only tearing his mouth from mine to drag it over my neck.

He kisses my cleavage and my hands, covered in flour, dig into his shirt. This isn’t the first time he’s interrupted me in the kitchen and left with dusty white handprints all over his body.

“You’re so pretty,” he says distractedly. “My beautiful redbird.”

Heat radiates from my face. “You’d better stop distracting me if you want dinner.”

He glances up. “You can take a break while Cash washes up.”

Before I can speak, he picks me up and wraps my legs around his waist. I grip his shoulders as he carries me around the corner and into the walk-in pantry.

The door slams and he crushes me against the wall.

Kisses burn down my throat. His teeth graze my breasts. My head falls back as his rough fingers slip between my legs. Instead of stopping this time, he cups my pussy in his rough hand. Making it pulse under the pressure.

“Good girl,” he says. “You did good, keeping your pussy bare for me to use.”

He didn’t lay out panties this morning, just a bra, so that’s all I have on under my dress. It gives me such a thrill when he praises me for obeying him. My toes curl as his touch slips over my sex and out from below my skirt so he can rub himself against me.

I can feel him, big and hard, under his work pants.

My hips rise of their own accord, up against the enormous ridge. I can already tell my pussy is drenched, as it always is for him. All it takes is the darkness of his voice, like thunder over the mountains. The brush of his hand, so rough, but so gentle for me.

And I’m at his mercy.

His hand slides up the back of my neck and gathers my hair, wrapping it twice around his fist. My breath catches as he drags my head back. Forcing me to look into his impassive, blue stare.

Then he reaches between our bodies and his zipper hisses. My eyes flutter as he unleashes his cock and the head hits against my clit. Without prep or ceremony, he wraps his hand around the base and guides his heavy length into my pussy.

Inch by inch.

I groan softly, trying to rotate my hips to fit him. That familiar burn starts and my body responds like wildfire. Aching and trying to thrust against him. He’s written himself into my veins and my body wants nothing but him. Nothing but his taste, his scent, the weight and fullness of his cock deep inside me.

I gasp as he settles up against my cervix. At this angle, he can’t get in all the way, but that doesn’t stop him from trying.

Our eyes lock and I whimper. He brushes my hair back from my face.

“I think you can take it, redbird,” he says gruffly. “You’ve been a good whore for me, you can do it again.”

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