Page 16 of Darling Bride

Her lips curve. She hands me a mug and I set it on the bedside table.

“Come sit,” I say, patting my leg once.

She sets her mug down and straddles me, knees on either side of my waist. Her hair is messy, the prettiest golden tangle down her back. I love how she looks, in the morning, a little makeupunder her still sleepy eyes. I cup her chin, turning her head, and kiss the dip below her ear.

Right away, my dick is rock hard under the covers. She feels it and pink tinges her cheeks.

I love that I can still make her blush.

“Do you need to take care of that so we can cuddle up and have coffee?” she asks coyly.

I look down. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

Looking up at me through her lashes, she backs up until she’s straddling my legs. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Arousal pours through me like hot water and concentrates right where I need her touch most.

She dips her head and my jaw goes tight as her mouth wraps around my cock. I slide my hand over the nape of her neck and gather up her hair, holding out of the way. My other palm slips around to cup her throat. So I can feel when she swallows.

Never in my life prior to Diane did I think I would end up with someone like her. She’s a one in a million. I’m in awe of every part of her—from her sass, to her little flashes of moodiness, to how willing she is to do whatever dirty thing I ask.

Her head bobs. I’m right on the edge, still restless from not getting round three last night. All it takes is for her to drag her tongue up my length and curl it while she sucks. I come, emptying everything I have into her mouth. She moans, vibrating my cock as I pump. Then her throat bobs and she lifts her head, primly wiping her mouth with two fingers.

“Fuck,” I say, breathing hard.

She sidles up until she’s in my lap again and reaches for her coffee. “Don’t forget I need you to run into town and get more chicken feed this morning.”

I laugh, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Was that my motivation?”

“Like you would ever tell me no,” she says.

“That’s true,” I say. “Can’t say no to those big brown eyes, darling.”

She’s blushing again, turning to look out the window. I pick up my coffee and have a sip. She makes it in a percolator and it’s always good and strong. Her’s is swirled with thick, sweetened cream, mine is plain black.

“I was thinking…about the selling season,” she says.

“Yeah? What about it?”

“You go to the city so you can make sales for the fall,” she says. “Maybe you and me could go this time.”

My brows rise. “You want to go into the city?”

She shrugs. “Maybe, I need to think about it more. But I’ve only been three times in my entire life.”

“You getting antsy, darling?”

She shrugs. “Not really, but it might give us some time alone. Maybe the kids can go up and stay at Sovereign Mountain.”

“As long as somebody keeps an eye on them,” I say. “I don’t trust teenagers for shit.”

She narrows her eyes, studying me. “Not everyone shows up and compromises women far too young for them the second time they meet.”

So the button pushing hasn’t ended. I give her ass a light slap, not hard enough to make her spill her coffee, but enough she shivers. My touch lingers on her hip, enjoying the warmth of her bare skin. I can tell my face is sobering because she gets a crease by her right brow. Her lips purse.

“What?” she asks.

I shake my head. “You’re not getting tired of our life here, right?”

She leans in and kisses my forehead. It’s the sweetest little touch.

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