Page 30 of Unexpected Love

He smirks at me. “Like you want to devour my cock with that sweet mouth of yours.”

Pulling the blankets over us, he pulls me until I’m lying half on and half off him, and his arms are wrapped tightly around me. “Hmmm…maybe later.” My voice sounds sleepy.

Joe places his lips against my forehead. “Sleep, baby.”

That’s exactly what I do.

***

Joe places a steak on my plate and then does the same to his. We take them to my kitchen table, where I have two glasses of sweet tea waiting.

Today’s been the best day ever. After we woke up the second time, he carried me into the shower. We took turns washing each other in between kisses and caresses. After we were done, he fed my cats and made us coffee and toast while I got ready. Our plan was to ride around on his bike and do some sightseeing.

I braided my hair and just put a little mascara, powder, and lip gloss on. In my bedroom, I threw on cut-off jean shorts, a red sleeveless t-shirt, and my black Adidas. In my closet, I grabbed the jean jacket I was bringing to wear while we rode around.

After toast and coffee, we rode to his hotel so he could get changed. I got to meet his friends, and apparently he missed a big party in their suite because the place was littered with beer and liquor bottles.

I’m no prude, but a girl in just panties came out of one of the bedrooms while I was waiting for Joe to change. Joe’s friend Chris was asking me about my band and where we played. He was nice enough, but he kept staring at my tits. I was saved, though, when Joe exited the bathroom, grabbed my hand, and shouted bye to his friends as we left.

“Chris was staring at your chest, wasn’t he?” His voice was slightly growly, which kind of surprised me and turned me on.

“Um…yeah, he was.” Joe shook his head. “It’s okay. Unfortunately, it happens.”

Once we were on the elevator, he pulled me to him, attacking my lips with vigor. My tongue reached for his in a duel that had me tingling all over. As soon as we reached the lobby and the doors dinged, Joe pulled me out of the elevator and out into the warm, humid air. The smell of the damp grass tickled my nose as we walked toward the parking lot to his bike.

After I climbed on behind him, my arms wrapped around his waist. Again, my hands rested on his hard abs, making it hard to concentrate, especially since I knew what those abs looked like while he fucked me.

I cleared those thoughts, and we made it to our first destination: the zoo. I’ve always loved going there. I felt like an excited child as we moved from exhibit to exhibit. We took pictures of each other and selfies. At one point, Joe carried me around the park piggyback.

When I had refused to go into the reptile exhibit, he’d picked me up and carried me in there screaming. Finally, the staff came over and asked us to leave the exhibit. “Oh my God, I could kill you!” I had screeched.

Then, of course, Joe felt bad because he had no idea that I was deathly afraid of snakes. When I was little, I had found a copperhead in the backyard, and it had chased me until my pops killed it with a shovel. They said my scream had taken years off both their lives. It took a long time before I’d even go in the backyard.

Thankfully that didn’t put a damper on our day. We ended our time at the zoo with the train ride. I had laid my head on his shoulder feeling content and happy—happier than I’ve felt since I lost the baby. I began to push the thought away, but I couldn’t help but imagine a little dark-haired, blue-eyed beauty sitting on her daddy’s lap, smiling as we rode the train as a little family.

It was like Joe knew where my thoughts had gone, because he sighed as he kissed my forehead.

After we left, we rode around for a little bit and then went back to my place to get my car to go to the grocery store and buy steaks and all the fixin’s.

Which brings me back to now. “What time are you heading back tomorrow?” The thought of him leaving makes me sad. I’ve enjoyed spending time with him.

“The plan is to be on the road at ten.” He takes a drink of his tea and then looks at me. “Is it weird that I don’t want to leave you?”

Shaking my head, I get out of my chair and move around toward him. Joe’s eyes darken as he scoots his chair back. I reach him and place both hands on his shoulders before straddling his lap. I lean forward until our lips are almost touching. “It’s not weird,” I whisper right before my lips are on his.

***

I grab onto the headboard as I begin to bounce up and down harder while impaled on Joe’s hard cock. I feel my orgasm build slowly. Joe’s fingers pluck at my nipples, alternately sucking a tip into his mouth. His other hand reaches between us, strumming my clit with his thumb.

“Chloe, I want to hear you come. It’s fucking music to my ears.” My neck arches back as he pinches my clit, sending me into oblivion. His hips buck up, and he pulls me down as he groans against my neck. He wraps his arms around me and falls to his back. The only sound to be heard is our matching, panting breaths.

My lips press against his rapidly beating pulse. “What a way to say goodbye.” His chuckle is deep and a balm to my soul. Joe squeezes me before rolling us. I whimper as he pulls out of me.

“I’ll be right back.” I roll to my side, tucking my hands under my pillow. My cats both come trotting in and jump on the bed, giving me stern “Meows.” Joe comes back in, and Ragnar gives him the stink eye, especially when he climbs back in bed and pulls me against his chest. He leans over me and reaches for Ragnar, scratching him behind his ear. “She wanted it, dude.” I giggle as he talks to my cat.

Ragnar answers. “Meow.”

“I don’t think that helped your case.”

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