Page 84 of Housebroke

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Linc painted the guest bathroom, and placed a bigger bathtub. Yeah, it would be a good tub for the kids, or for the adults to take a good soak if they wanted. He was perusing vanities and tiles for both the floor and the wall, unable to decide which direction to go, when he looked out the window and caught sight of Hazel bringing the dogs into the backyard after a walk.

He grinned, feeling a spike of joy as he watched her frolic around the yard with the pups. Penny chased after Hazel while she crawled around on her hands and knees in the grass with Gordon, Lilith, and Mitzi, Freddie barking and running circles around her. It was comical to watch. It also gave him a punch to the heart to see how much those dogs loved her. How much they counted on her.

Kind of like he was starting to—

Nope. Not going there. He went downstairs and outside, following the sounds of laughing and barking. Hazel was sitting up now, playing tug-of-war with Freddie while throwing the ball for Penny. Mitzi sat on her lap, and Lilith was chasing a very slow-moving Gordon toward the shade trees.

“Busy?” he asked.

She tilted her head back, offering up that thousand-watt smile. “No. I’m playing. What are you doing?”

“Going to pick out tile and stuff for both the bathrooms. Wanna come?”

“I’d love to.” She held her hand out and he hauled her off the ground. They corralled the dogs, which took about ten minutes because Freddie was more interested in play and Lilith wanted to be the chasee instead of the chaser, so they had to indulge. But, finally, they got all the pups into the house where copious amounts of water were imbibed and all the dogs headed upstairs for a well-deserved afternoon nap.

Hazel had gone into the bathroom to freshen up. He stood there for a moment, admiring her in her pink underpants and white bra. Nothing memorable about either, but he was kind of into her body. Plus she had a great ass.

But they had plans, and he was distracted by a cute ass in pink underwear, so he needed to focus. He walked into the bathroom, staring over the top of her head while he washed up and changed into a fresh shirt as she wound her hair up into a bun on top of her head.

“How can you possibly look even prettier than normal with your hair all like... that?”

She laughed and pivoted to face him. “Not a fan of buns?”

“I like your buns.” He swept his hands around her and grabbed a handful of her sweet-ass cheeks. “The hair’s nice, too.”

She arched against him, and his dick went instantly hard. Hescooped her up and sat her on the counter, swept his hands across her neck, then grasped her nape and drew her lips to his.

There was something about kissing Hazel that was spellbinding to him. Her taste, the intoxicating scent of her, the way her nails felt raking over his arms as he deepened the kiss, the sounds she made as he moved closer, their bodies touching as intimately as they possibly could with clothes on.

He licked her throat while he lifted up the cups of her bra to tease and tweak her nipples. She moaned and bit the skin between his neck and shoulder, making him groan. He snaked his fingers along her ribs and down across her belly, her sexy sounds making him rock-hard and aching to be inside of her.

He slipped his hand inside of her panties and stroked, sliding two fingers inside of her. She was hot, wet, and drove him nearly over the edge.

“Oh no,” she whispered.

He started to pull his hand away, but she grabbed hold of his arm, her gaze intense as she looked at him.

“No. Don’t stop. Keep going. Right there.”

The words “don’t stop” were like music, urging him on, giving him permission to continue to stroke her slick flesh as she writhed against his hand. And while he busied himself with trying to get her off, he had his mouth firmly glued to hers, soaking in her moans and little cries of pleasure.

He rained kisses along her jaw to her ear, whispering, “Come on, Hazel. I know you want to come. Let me see it.”

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Yes. Yes.”

There it was, that moment when she hung, suspended for a fraction of a second, then let go, her entire body shaking like she was lit up by some electrical current. She rode that current for a good long minute, then relaxed against him. And by now he was so hard he felt like he might explode. He drew her underwear down and dropped his pants, reached around her into the cabinet for a condom, and as soon as it was applied, he eased into her.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and lifted, drawing him in, allowing him to feel every part of her. And every part of her was perfect, as if she’d been made for him.

He knew that was all bullshit and romance, but hell, that’s how he felt, and in the moment he wasn’t about to question it. He wanted to feel it—feel her—for as long as this lasted.

She moaned against his lips and he drove in deeper. Then she lifted her gaze to his and gave him a pleading look with her bright blue eyes. He reached underneath her and brought her closer, grinding against her until he felt the way her body seemed to close around his dick. She tilted her head back and cried out.

That was his undoing. He came with a hard shudder, gathering Hazel close to him while he rode that hot wave of bursting pleasure until he was spent and she was limp against him. He caught his breath, rubbing his hands over her back, sliding over the soft slickness of her skin.

“I’m sweaty,” she murmured against his chest.

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