Page 57 of Knotted Laces

I feel it, the flutters of her pussy, the orgasm rippling through her, and the taut rhythmic squeezing of my cock fractures the last bit of my control.

I come apart, thrusting up into her, knowing I’m groaning way too loud, but not giving a fuck as I come harder than I’ve ever come before.

My vision hazes. My nerves are on fire. I grind deep once, twice, maybe ahundredtimes more before I go limp, every part of my body lax and heavy.

“Jesus Christ,” she mutters what might have been minutes or hours later.

“Seriously,” I manage to say, though the words sound slurred, like I’m drunk. “That was insane.”

She’s slumped against my chest, her face pressed into my shoulder. “Yes.That.”She lifts up enough to meet my eyes. “We can just stay right here for the next ten hours right?”

Then she’s dropping her head back down, her cheek against my chest, her breath teasing my skin, her arms and legs limp—though there isonething that’s still tense.

That pussy of hers is still holding tightly onto my dick.

Which is why I don’t care about the storm outside.

Nor the bridge destroyed by the river.

Or the possibility that the generator might not do its job.

Or what will happen when we get out of here.

I just wrap my arms around her and hold her close.

“Yeah, cupcake. We can stay right here.”

“Jesus Christ,”I hear as I stand next to the river bank, trying to figure out if there’s a way to get across without drowning.

I turn and see Athena has picked her way across the mud pit that was my yard. She pauses at my side, staring out at the water.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen water move that fast.”

I shift a little closer, needing to touch her even though it’s been barely ten minutes since I peeled myself away from her gorgeous body. When my shoulder brushes hers, she glances away from the roaring river and up at me, eyes soft in a way that makes me want to claim her forever.

“Snow melt plus storm,” I say, giving into the urge to slip my arm around her shoulders and draw her a little closer. I hold my breath, half expecting her to pull away, but relief pours through me when she stays close.

Though that’s probably because she’s shivering.

Speaking of which, I turn us, start guiding her back to the house.

“Should we try to find a way out of here?” she asks quietly. “If the river keeps rising?—”

“It’s expected to crest in the next hour,” I say, pushing the door open and drawing us inside. “We have power and cell service. Yeah, we’ll keep an eye on the water height, but the safest place right now is staying put until we get the all clear.”

“Hmm.” She scowls.

“What?”

Her nose wrinkles and it’s fucking adorable. “Why are you being reasonable?”

“Are you that much of a workaholic that you can’t take the weekend off?” I counter. “It’s Saturday. Hopefully tomorrow the roads will be clear enough that we can make a plan.”

“And come Monday?” she asks, not addressing the fact that we both know is true—sheisa workaholic and would happily be in the office all weekend, even if she wasn’t doubly focused because of what happened with Tommy.

“You have your laptop?” I ask.

She just shoots me a droll look, as though to say,Do I have my head?

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