Page 63 of Wanting a Family Man

“We don’t need Glenda,” Trystan said with exasperation.

“Excuse me for getting engaged.” Logan held up his hands like he was being robbed. “My mother asked when would be a good time to come see the only person she loves more than me.”

“Me?” Biyen asked with a silly grin.

“Definitely you, bud.” Sophie skimmed her hand over his hair.

The conversation turned to meetings that Reid had had with Cheryl, then other resort business, all of it interspersed with teasing and dunks on each other.

After dinner, they walked up to the house with Reid and Emma, where Cloe and Trystan took turns showering. Cloe kept it to a quick rinse on theStorm Ridgeand the water had a slight chemical smell so it was nice to have a proper scrub.

Once Storm went down for the night, she and Trystan meandered back to theStorm Ridge.

“That was fun,” she sighed.

“It was,” Trystan agreed. “But I couldn’t wait for it to be over.”

“Why—?” She caught the look he sent her and her whole body tightened with anticipation. “Oh.”

Chapter Fifteen

Cloe had becomea restless sleeper while she’d been in custody. Trystan had told her he was a light sleeper so she had planned to go to her own bed, but after they nearly screwed each other to death, they both fell into a hard sleep.

When she woke, his morning erection was nudging her tailbone. She drew a big breath and stretched against him, liking the rumble of gratification that resounded in his chest. His hand roamed across her front, petting and waking up her senses to his touch.

“Do we have time to do something about that?” She snuggled her butt harder into his cock. “What time is it?”

“Shh. The windows are open,” he reminded her in a whisper, mouth against her naked shoulder. “But yeah, the alarm won’t go off for another half hour.”

When he got to exploring between her thighs, she was already wet.

“You won’t take that long to go off, will you?” His breath teased her ear as his finger slid up and down, slow and sure, making her catch her breath and writhe with pleasure.

Much as she wished he could have thrust into her like this, raw and hot, she was equally glad that he rolled away to get a condom. She turned so she was facing him and they shared a few lazy kisses before he pressed her onto her back.

She could nuzzle his spicy skin for days. His tongue on the tautness of her nipple was pure aphrodisiac. When she spread her legs wider, and guided him, he sank in to the root on one long thrust.

The way he filled her was sogood. Her knee came up to his rib cage without her consciously moving it, but he guided her leg straight again, then the other. Levering onto his elbows, he slid his legs so they were outside hers, sandwiching her own legs closed.

The delicate pinch of her pussy around his steely cock had her eyes flaring wider. Her mouth opened to release an unintelligible moan.

“Okay?” He thrust a few times. It was more shallow, but the swollen head of his cock rubbed some really good places inside her.

“Yes” was her throaty response.

Her legs twitched between his, instinctively wanting to spread wide to take him deeper. He held her in the vise of his hard thighs, keeping her locked in this steady, merciless ride, which was kind of kinky and super hot.

“Fuck, Trystan.”

“Shhh.”

Other boaters would have their own windows open. She knew that, but this was the most ecstatic torture.

His foot must have found the bulkhead at their feet. He pushed deeper into her.

“Oh, fuck.” Her vision was just a haze of arousal.

“Shhh.” He sounded half laughing, half helpless and covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her moans as he kept up these slow thrusts that stimulated the hell out of her.

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