Page 45 of Shattered Dreams

I needed this. I needed to be in control.

My thumb slid through the bead of cream forming on his head, rubbing it in and around his crown. I know I’ve won when trembled beneath me.

“Oh.” He growled in pleasure. “Fuck … Jo.”

I felt each throb of his orgasm as it pumped out, coating my hand, spilling onto his stomach. His hips bucked as I gave him a few more strokes until I was sure his orgasm was done. Then I released my bite on his neck.

“You okay, Richie?” I licked the spot I bit.

“I am so much more than okay.” There’s a breathlessness to his voice as he lay beneath me spent.

“That was fun.” I giggled and pulled my hand from between us.

“You think so?” His eyes popped open. “Did you give me a hickey?” He hissed.

“Me?” I batted my eyes innocently as I looked at the deep purple mark my mouth made.

“Jo!” He flipped me over, pinning my hands above my head. “My turn.” He winked at me with a wicked grin on his face.

“Richie?” I bit my lip in anticipation. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking it’s my turn.” His head dipped down, capturing my lips for a kiss. The treehouse smelled like sex and I wanted more.

I wanted to feel him plunge into my core and make me come. Hell, I wanted a real orgasm again. Not one I had to fake.

My phone went off with an alarm sound, making me jump, head-butting him.

“Ouch!” we both yelled together.

“I’m so sorry.” I cringed.

He was rubbing his forehead when I apologized, and he stopped looking into my eyes. “I’m not him. You don’t have to apologize for an accident.”

Pressing my lips together, I nodded, then looked at my phone, feeling my face fall.

“Time to head back to see your kids?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“No worries.” He smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. “Can I call you later?”

“I would be sad if you didn’t.” He leaned down, kissing me deeply.

When we pull apart, I try to put myself back together before leaving the treehouse. My shirt has some of his stuff on it, and that made me snort in peels of laughter.

He joined in and we heard someone outside.

“Hey!” he called out.

“Yo.” Coop responded easily. “Need something?”

“Gimme a clean shirt.”

Cooper snorted in laughter, but a moment later handed a clean shirt in. I quickly changed and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then made my way out.

I took the long way back to my dad’s house, trying to get some of my giddiness out and to allow enough time for John to leave.

When I walked up the driveway, my boys ran out to me, hugging me tight. “We missed you, mama!”

“I missed you guys, too.” I hugged them back as we went into the house.

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