Page 106 of Stables

Paisley’s dark curls arespread over the pillow when I hear the water in the shower turn on.

I feel guilty that she slept in the bed with us. Every time I tried to get her to sleep in the next room, she would wake up as soon as I left.

To his credit, Dixon never once complained, just pulled the covers back to let me snuggle up to him.

But his body heat alone was almost too distracting to let me drift off.

Every time his fingers twitched as he held me.

Each hot breath that washed against my neck.

I want him toownme again.

It’s strange, I never used to want Matt. Quite the opposite, finding any excuse to avoid being in the same room as him.

Lying here, knowing Dixon’s naked body is only a few feet away, it’s tempting to find him.

Should I climb in with him?

I’m not sure if he’s ready for all of my bodily functions yet, so I use the other bathroom to get cleaned up.

As I’m filling the teakettle, his broad hands wrap my waist and he frames me in against the sink.

“Is she still out?” The knot of his towel presses against my lower back.

Wait. I don’t think that hard bulge is fabric.

“Yea, finally.” I find myself leaning into his body. “I was thinking about joining you, but I wasn’t sure if—”

His fingers plunge down the front of my shorts, quickly finding the seam of my pussy. “—That answer is, and always will be, ‘yes’.”

Oh my god. With only a short stroke, he makes my knees weaken and fire radiant through my limbs.

His damp hair presses my cheek as his teeth nip their way down my collarbone. With his knee, he pushes my thighs apart before plunging one of his thick fingers deep inside of me.

Everything tingles as he moves against me.

“I made you a promise,” he whispers as his other palm works its way up under my snug t-shirt.

My mind is dulling with his touch. The nimble circles he’s rubbing against my sensitive clit is sending jolts through me.

“What was that?” I manage to pant.

A little thrill of panic runs through me as the bottom of his hand slides over my throat, then two fingers push into my mouth.

“That I’m going to make you come for me every morning.” His bite on the tender lobe of my ear sends a spark straight down my spine to my belly.

Gripping the edge of the sink, all I can do is give in, letting the sensations build with each deep thrust, each shocking nibble down my throat.

My tongue moves over the tips of his fingers until everything becomes too much.

“Good girl.” His voice is a husky growl. “Show me.”

His words are the tipping point, pushing me over the edge into a shuddering climax.

Spasms pulse through me, arching me against his hard body until I collapse limply into his unfaltering hold.

Droplets of my release trickle down my thighs, making his chest rumble against mine. “So fucking wet for me.”

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