Page 92 of Calamity Rayne Knocked Up

“It happens.”

Who was this man?

Xander wandered over and Phina greeted him with a lemonade. When he smiled at me I scowled and turned my back on him.

“Rayne’s upset with you,” Hale explained.

“I couldn’t tell.” Xander winked when I gaped at him. “She gets annoyed with me so much I’m beginning to think she has a crush on me.”

I nearly choked on my virgin julip. “Hardly.”

Hale moved closer and put his hands on my shoulders, massaging the tension from my neck. I allowed it.

Xander watched us as Hale knelt in the grass behind my chair and whispered in my ear. “I keep thinking about last night. I want more.”

I laughed because he was tickling my neck, but my stare never broke from Xander’s. I swear, his nostrils flared before he abruptly turned and walked away.

“Whoa, get a room, you two,” Phina said.

After the game, everyone lingered on the lawn, enjoying the fall foliage. When the sun started to fade, hot cider was served, and one by one, the guests wandered back to the houses to change for dinner.

I glanced at my phone, and Hale noted the time. “Has he landed yet?”

“I haven’t gotten a text.”

Tyler was supposed to be there for dinner, but his flight had been delayed so I wasn’t sure when he would arrive. Hale arranged for Alphonse to pick him up whenever he landed.

“What do you say we grab a shower before he gets here?”

I was starting to get cold, so a shower sounded great. “Mom, can you stay with Elara for a while?”

“Of course.”

We weren’t far from the house, so it was an easy walk, but we only made it halfway there. “Come here.” Hale pulled me behind one of the outbuildings that faced the woods.

“Hale, it’s getting too cold.”

“Just five minutes.” He opened his pants and stroked his length. “Show me.”

“Are you kidding? Here?”

“Baby, it’s all I’ve thought about all day.”

I looked left then right, making sure we were completely isolated. Then, I dropped the picnic blanket to the ground as he helped me lower to my knees. “You’re so spoiled, it’s ridiculous.”

“I know, baby, but I can’t help it.” He cupped the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his cock. “You’re the oneaddiction I’ll never give up.” He fisted my hair, sliding to the back of my throat. “Fuck.”

The scent of his body mingled with the grassy scent of earth that clung to his clothes and the sweet smell of chimney smoke nearby.

“That’s it, baby. Nice and deep. Let me see those eyes while you take care of me.”

I looked up at him, mouth full, hands balanced on his thighs.

“Fuck. That’s it. That’s my good wife.” He rocked his hips forward, thrusting deeper. “You like my cock down your throat, don’t you, baby?”

I moaned, and he pumped his hips faster.

“Show me how much you like it.” His hand tightened in my hair, his hips thrusting as he cursed and sucked in a sharp breath, finishing faster than I expected. “Yes. Swallow it.”

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