Page 98 of High Intensity

“So now Lucasofficiallylives here?” Hayley asks, referencing a conversation we had last week.

“Looks that way,” he answers for me.

I wake up to a hard body curling around me from behind.

“I thought you were staying at the cabin tonight?” I mumble when I feel the familiar touch of his lips on my shoulder.

“I tried. Couldn’t sleep.”

He slips a hand under my nightshirt and plays with my breast, while his mouth kisses a path up my neck.

“Mmmm,” I hum at the dual stimulation.

We’ve snuggled, but haven’t progressed beyond that since we’ve had Hayley here, and I ended up with my arm in a sling. I’m more than ready.

“What about your things?”

My voice hitches halfway through my sentence when his hand slides down my panties, and his fingertips dip between my legs.

“I’ll pick them up tomorrow.”

Not only can I feel the rumble of his voice against my back, but when he presses his hips closer, I can feel the hard length of his cock pressed against my ass. My hips tilt back instinctively, seeking that connection.

“Eager much?” he teases, but I can hear the need in his voice. “Let me make sure you’re ready.”

He slides first one digit, then two, inside me. The walls of my pussy tighten on his fingers. He hisses between his teeth before he retrieves his hand.

“Please, don’t make me wait,” I plead.

Then he takes my top leg and lifts it high, spreading me open before he slides inside, filling my body.

The next moment he fills my heart, when his words whisper against the shell of my ear.

“I love you, Jilly.”

Twenty-Nine

Jillian

God, I’m so relieved to be done with that sling after wearing it for almost three weeks.

I’ll still be seeing the physical therapist on a regular basis, but at least I won’t be fumbling around with one hand anymore. I had a great night sleep, and even walking with the dogs along the creek is so much easier. It’s amazing how unbalanced you feel when you’re limited to one arm.

Lucas sees me coming and opens the back door, catching the dogs as they come in so he can quickly wipe their feet.

“You know what a good addition would be? Building a mudroom onto the laundry room with a designated back entrance. Room for boots and coats, dog leashes and whatever else,” he suggests.

“Yeah, right…” I start but promptly snap my mouth shut, because that’s really not a bad idea.

Right now, it’s mostly just snow and ice we’re tracking into the house, but come spring it’ll become mud, and that’s going to leave a much bigger mess.

“I’m actually not averse to that idea, but I’m thinking it won’t be easy or cheap,” I point out, shrugging out of my coat.

“I can look into it if you like, but first we need you to try something.”

He jerks his head to where Hayley is standing by the kitchen island, holding a plate of muffins.

“Where did those come from?”

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