Page 53 of A Major Puck Up

“I’m just sitting on your lap,” she reasons, grinding over me in a way that brings me dangerously close to detonating. “You’re keeping me warm.”

“And you’re keeping my cock warm.”

“See?” Water sloshing, she picks up her pace. “Totally reasonable explanation. But if I did this,” she slips her fingers beneath the inner edge of one triangle of fabric of her top and pulls it to the side, “maybe you could use your mouth to keep this warm too.”

Hands trembling, I dig my fingers into the flesh of her hips and suck her breast into my mouth, teasing the perfect peach nipple with nibbles and bites, then licking away the sting. God damn, I missed these tits.

“Yes, just like that.” She clutches at my shoulders, her nails no doubt leaving crescent-shaped indentations. “If someone walks out, I’ll take the blame. I threw myself at you, forced myself onto you. Needed to have you. How could I not when you take care of me so well? You make me feel so good. Better than anyone has ever made me feel.”

I chuckle against her soft flesh. “Your father and brother would still kick my ass.” Tilting my head back, I grasp her chin, stroking it softly. She’s so goddamn beautiful. “But it’s all worth it. I’d lose it all for you. Now be a bad girl and fuck me until you come so I can fill you up.”

With her tits thrust in my face again, she picks up her pace. I match her, frenzied. Hot water sloshes as she rides me, grinding her pussy against me while I suck on her nipple until she’s pulsing around me, then gripping me tight and crying out.

“Come now, Gavin. Fill me up. Make me yours.”

Her sounds, her cries, her warmth overwhelm me, and when she clamps around me, I come so hard from the feel of her vise-like grip, from the way she milks me, squeezing every ounce of my pleasure into her body, filling her completely, just like she asked. She collapses on top of me, her chest heaving just as frantically as mine.

Pulling in one deep breath, then another, I rub slow circles on her back. “Thank you.”

With a satisfied hum, she sits up and presses her palms to my pecs. “Come on, Coach. Take me to bed.”

EIGHTEEN

GAVIN

“You need to go back to your room, Peaches.” I press a kiss to her lips.

The sun is barely up, and I’ve already made her come twice this morning. Once on my tongue and then on my cock. Being inside Millie bare is an obsession that could never get old.

Keeping her quiet is another one.

I held my hand over her mouth as I moved over her languidly, and fuck if the way she nipped at my palm didn’t send zaps of need straight to my cock as she writhed and spasmed and milked my orgasm from me.

The image of her golden eyes wide and lust filled is burned in my memory.

“Fine. But don’t leave before I come down. I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

That glimmer of vulnerability pulls at my heart. I slide off her but keep one palm pressed to her skin until she’s out of bed and wrapping herself in a blanket.

This setup couldn’t be more convenient. The guest bedroom shares a Jack and Jill bathroom with Millie’s bedroom, so there’s no risk of being caught as she slips back into her own space.

After I’m showered, I head downstairs and find Ford sitting at the table alone.

“Looks like it’s just us old guys up right now,” Ford says with a nod to the coffeepot. “Cups are in the cabinet, and if you want creamer, you’re shit out of luck. I drink it black, and Lake doesn’t drink it at all.”

“Black is fine.” I pull a mug down and lift my chin. “The bride sleeping?”

“Yeah. My kids are too.” He lifts a brow at me over his newspaper. “I guess Daniel had a late night.”

I fill my cup, then head back to the table, sipping slowly. “Oh yeah? Why do you say that?”

With a low laugh, he sets the newspaper down on the table. Then he glances toward the stairs before angling closer. “I think he had company in the hot tub,” he says, voice low. “Gonna have to empty the damn thing.”

Panic clutches at me, making it hard to breathe. “Hmm?”

“Noises from outside woke me up. When I got up to check, Lake was stepping back in from the deck off our bedroom. Apparently, Daniel was in the hot tub with a girl.” He drops his head and shakes it. “That’s the last thing I want to see, so I went back to bed.”

Palm pressed over my mouth, I hide my horrified expression and force out a noise that I hope resembles a laugh. “Guess that’s why they call him Playboy.”

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