Page 51 of Red My Lips

“Oh yeah? What’s so great about it?” she grumbles, making me bite back a smile. She’s grumpy this morning, and it’s fucking adorable. Last night took a lot out of her. I can see the shadows of fatigue under her eyes.

“I’m waking up next to you. I’d say that makes it a pretty good morning,” I state with a smirk.

“Yeah, well. Last night was…” She trails off, not sure what else to say. I wait patiently for her to continue, but she doesn’t like my attentive expression. Her eyes narrow at me slightly as she flashes me a look. All vulnerability from last night has vanished with the sunrise. “I’m fine.”

“I know you are.” It’s the truth. Her breakdown, needed or not, was out of character for her, and she’s fighting the need to be back in control.

She doesn’t like when she shows vulnerability, but I do. I like that she came to me, cried to me. I was the one she wanted in her most vulnerable state, the one she needed. I like her needing me. I plan on keeping it that way.

She wants control, I’ll give it to her.

“Forget about that,” I say, rolling over until she’s on top of me. The raging erection I’ve had since she climbed into my bed presses between her legs as she straddles me, making her gasp. “Say good morning to me properly, and I’ll cook you breakfast.”

Jill looks down at me with a sexy smile that drives me crazy, rocking her full hips against me to have my cock rub against her clit. Even through her panties and my sweats, I can feel the heat of her. “Oh really? What will you cook for me?”

She reaches for the hem of her little t-shirt and pulls it over her head, letting her full breasts spill free. My eyes zero in on them, my brain short-circuiting momentarily. “Anything you fucking want,” I rasp, grabbing onto her hips. I’ll give her anything she wants. My fingers sink into the flesh as I hold on for dear life, reveling in the full weight of her pressing down on me. I want to feel all of her slamming down on my cock.

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” she hums, the spark in her eyes so breathtaking I almost nut on the spot. Then she reaches down to run her hand over my length through my pants, and it takes everything in me not to buck off the bed.

Goddamn.

Jill toys with me through the material for a torturous moment until my hands are clamped so hard on her hips I’m sure they’ll leave bruises—something we’re both happy about. Finally, she pulls my pants down to let my cock spring free. A bead of precum glistens at the top, more than ready to be inside her hot little pussy.

She wraps a hand around the head of my rock-hard cock, running a finger over the slit to spread the precum around the broad tip before pumping a hand down my shaft. My teeth clench as I fight against the urge to take over and fuck the shit out of her. But my patience only lasts so long.

“Inside you. Now.” There’s no mistaking the desperation in my voice, and it makes her smile. She scootches back onto my legs and leans forward. Her smile turns devious as she lowers to lick the tip of my cock.

“Like this?” Her lips wrap around me, and my shaft disappears into her hot mouth, those big green eyes gazing up at me like a siren. My hands fist the sheets at my sides until my knuckles turn white.

Christ.

Her tongue swirls around the sensitive tip before sucking the soul right out of my body. My hands clamp onto her head and thread through her hair, fisting to pull her head up. If she doesn’t stop, this is going to be over a lot faster than either of us wants. Jill releases the crown with a pop, the sinful smile returning to her full lips.

She’s trying to kill me.

But, fuck, that smile gives me life.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She feigns remorse as she crawls forward and rises up on her knees. Wrapping her hand around my erection, she guides it between her thick thighs. Tugging her panties to the side, she lowers herself to slide in just the tip. She’s already so wet and swollen for me. “I didn’t even say it, did I?”

Leaning forward to brace herself on my chest, she lowers until she’s fully seated and filled to the hilt. I release a groan—her tight, perfect pussy gripping me like a vice. She lets out a breathy moan, her next words said with a sigh. “Good morning.”

The unexpected knock at my door around noon has irritation bubbling inside me. This is only the third time I’ve convinced Jill to stay over after the night she showed up crying last week, and I don’t like our time being interrupted. The last thing I need is her getting spooked and pulling away from me again.

After trying to ignore the unwelcome visitor, the knocking turns more persistent until they’re all but trying to kick the door down. Keeping my loaded gun tucked into the waistband of my jeans, I leave Jill in my room to go handle whoever’s disrupting our morning.

The banging persists until I turn the deadbolt and yank the door open. A hand with long red fingernails remains raised mid-knock, almost at my eye level. I look down the hand to meet determined brown eyes.

“Finally,” the older woman says, pulling her hand back and gesturing to me wildly. “Don’t just stand there. Let us in.” My eyes move past her teased black hair to the older man standing silently behind her. He stares at me quietly, his thick, dark brows in a perpetual scowl.

“What are you two doing here?” I look back at the stubborn woman still staring at me expectantly. Connie Lawless lifts her brows, threatening to push past me if I don’t step aside.

“I want to meet her,” my mom states. I look over her head at my dad again, but his stern expression remains as he nods to his wife.

“She wants to meet her,” he says simply.

“I want to meet her,” my mom repeats.

“What makes you think she’s here right now?”

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