Page 66 of Love Song, Take Two

“Technically, these aren’t your clothes. I did start this morning in your flannel, though. So I think it’s a fantasy we can totally make come true. A lot.”

“Oh, I intend to make it happen every chance I get,” he said, eyes following her as she came around the side of the bed and held a mug out to him.

She climbed into bed and made herself comfortable, blowing on the hot coffee as his hand landed on her thigh, pushing the coat aside.

“I think I might like you in my Santa coat more than my flannel,” he whispered and she laughed, resting her head on his shoulder. His fingers drew abstract patterns over her skin, goosebumps following in its wake.

Humming softly, she said, “So, last night was fun.”

“I have my work cut out for me if you think it was fun.”

She laughed and nudged him gently. “I didn’t get to fuck Santa Claus.”

“Maybe I’ll get to fuck her instead,” he whispered into Micah’s ear.

“Yes,” she moaned, eyes rolling back in her head, her thighs parting to allow him further exploration.

“Did you really have fun, Mick?”

“Could you not tell from the moaning and the triple orgasm last night?”

He chuckled, the sound making her lips curve into a smile. “Good. I’ve read about how ice cubes heighten the whole thing, did it?”

Humming in acknowledgement, she clenched her thighs together, trapping his fingers between her soft flesh, as she took another sip of her coffee. The ice cube had been an interesting change from the drumsticks and the caramel poured onto her body. The sudden shock of cold had brought every inch of her alive and then when he used it on her clit and her pussy, everything else faded to exist.

“Shame we didn’t get to use the vibrator, though,” she whispered, not trusting herself to speak louder. “Maybe I can use it on you next time.”

“Vibrators, fruit roll-ups and ice cubes.”

“Sadly I don’t have any appendages that you can wrap a fruit roll-up around.”

He laughed loudly, shifting beside her and then she felt his lips against her forehead. “You already taste pretty fucking good, Mick, I don’t need a roll-up when I’m eating you out.”

She licked her lips, core pulsing because now she was imagining the brush of his beard against the inside of her thighs again. Right where his fingers were. The way his tongue lapped at her as she rode his face. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d let herself go that way during sex. Maybe when they first met.

“What do you remember of our first time together?” she asked, glancing at Fletcher with a smile.

“Everything. Why?”

“Do you remember us trying to have shower sex and failing because you couldn’t hold me up?”

He nodded, the corner of his mouth curved up in a smile. “Less about being unable to hold you up and more about being so nervous that I would drop you because I’d never done that before.”

“I guess groupies weren’t looking for shower sex if they could ride you into the sunrise after a show.”

“Even after all this time, it’s amusing that you’re jealous of people I never indulged in.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You never hooked up with a groupie?”

“Maybe in the beginning, but they got boring pretty fast. And when I was ready to hook-up with random strangers again, there was this curly haired stunner in the crowd who completely stole my attention.”

“Damn her for taking away your chance to experience magic with groupies.” Micah smiled into her coffee when he snorted.

“You know what I remember from that night? The four times you rode me.”

“Was it four?”

He nodded. “Almost five, but you started yawning as you climbed into my lap and I could tell that you needed to sleep.”

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