“Yeah but you were being all domineering,” she said. “You know, sometimes a girl likes to be in charge.”
“You can do this to me anytime you want,” he said. He raised up, elbows propping him up. She lay against his chest.
“Do you have to move,” she said.
“I’m not sure I can,” he said. “You may have paralyzed me.”
“Doubtful,” she said. “Your cock is getting hard again. I thought I took care of it.”
“You did,” he said grinning. She pushed her hair out of her face, grimaced a little at the stickiness. “Problem?” He couldn’t help grinning.
“You got me sticky,” she said. “Everywhere.”
“You pushed me down and took advantage,” he said. “You’re the one who demanded and took.”
“Are you blaming me for all this,” Sheridan said smiling at him.
“God, yes,” he said.
“I did make you whimper and beg,” she said sitting up, driving his cock deep into her. She rubbed her hips against his, liked the feel of him buried in her.
He cupped her breasts, felt the stickiness, knew her tolerance for sticky, figured a shower was in order. “If I beg again, can we do it all again,” he murmured as he sucked in one of her nipples.
She held his head to her, allowed him to tease and pleasure her. She pulled his head back, “I want a shower.”
“Shower sex is nice,” he said as she stood up, took away his favorite thing, her body.
“A hot long shower,” she said looking over her shoulder at him.
“Gods above, you’re killing me,” he growled and chased after her.
She squealed and raced to the bathroom. He caught her in the door. Laughing they stepped into the bathroom. She wrapped her hands around his cock, grinned at him.
“That’s how you got sticky in the first place,” he murmured before kissing her.
Chapter 7
“Why do you need a thousand credits,” Sheridan asked. Cade worked in the lower level and she did not want him to hear this conversation.
“We’ve had some expenses,” Hazel said. “Frannie needed new things. You don’t understand how fast babies grow. We’re in the middle of nowhere. Things cost more here.”
“You should ask before you buy,” Sheridan said. Looking at her accounts, she wasn’t sure she had enough to give them the amount they asked for.
“If you don’t want to help,” Hazel said.
“I don’t mind helping, mom,” Sheridan said. “But I do not have enough to cover such a large amount.”
“You have to,” Hazel said. “You haven’t been sending Mia as much.”
“How do you know how much I send Mia,” Sheridan asked.
“Your sister shares with me,” Hazel said.
“More likely she was complaining,” Sheridan said. Cade put his hands on her shoulders.
“Cade,” Hazel said smiling brightly.
“Hazel,” he said. “How much are you asking for this time?”