Page 43 of Babydoll

Chapter Eleven

Lu

I wake to the sounds of nature, birds, wind rustling through leaves, and creaking branches. Light pours into the room and the deep woodsy smell of pine and earth soothes my senses.

I’m safe, I’m in a real bed, and Jeff spent the night cradling me. I stretch languidly and smile because I may not be a glass-half-full kinda girl, but right now it feels as if it’s overflowing. Especially since—I breathe in—is that bacon?

I sit up, too quickly, noting the tweak in my spine where Slash bent me at an unnatural angle for too long, and then, the tightness in my other muscles but who doesn’t want that kind of ache? The kind born of indulgence in pleasure. My smile turns to a crooked grin and my eyes close as I let myself fall back on the bed, arms outstretched because the giver of that pleasure is here and all signs point to him cooking me breakfast—with bacon!

“Hot damn, Grizz Daddy, I hope you’ll help me stretch these muscles out after breakfast.”

“Anything for you.”

My eyes burst open and I fly upright to see Jeff, all sleep-rumpled and sex appeal, standing in the doorway. Before I can even think about being embarrassed, a wide, wicked grinspreads on his face. And even better than the steaming plate of food in his hand, is the way he looks with his hard chest bare and happy trail heading south, down his goofy but still sexy boxers.

“Call me that again, babydoll, and I’m pretty fucking sure this breakfast is going to be cold before we get to it.”

I swallow hard and for a second I’m really not sure which I want more, the aromatic food on the plate, or the manhood that’s tenting his blue undershorts.

That’s when I do it. Even though I haven’t known him for long, and we’re in a helluva mess with Satan’s Ransom, I repeat my earlier statement. Only this time, I say it slower, huskier, and throw the blankets off while saying it.

“Good morning, Grizz Daddy.” Only wearing his shirt, I let my legs fall open.

His smile halts, his gaze finding my open thighs. Heat flares in his eyes and he suddenly looks feral. In an athletic display worthy of his perfect body, he launches himself onto the bed all the while balancing the plate perfectly.

Straddling my waist, he sets the plate on the bed beside us. “Hands up,” he demands with a jut of his chin. I don’t even have to think about it. Not with him. Obeying, I raise my hands and he grabs the t-shirt. With a swish it’s off and tossed across the room. His mouth curves into an approving smile and he gently pinches my chin between his thumb and crooked forefinger.

“Now close your eyes and keep your hands where they are, babydoll.”

I open my mouth to speak, and he puts a piece of bacon in. It’s crisp and salty and I can’t help but moan.Holyfuckingshit!It’s been so long. I whimper as I chew.

He leans down and whispers, “Good girl,” in my ear.

Shivers scatter and dance all over my skin.

He feeds me like this, my hands above my head, my eyes closed and his legs straddling me keeping me in place. And inbetween bites of glorious food, he teases me with his whispers, caresses, tongue swirls, and love bites. God, it’s the best of both fucking worlds.

My belly sated, I open my eyes. He moves the empty plate to the nightstand and with a cocky grin, moves down my body. Not noticing or not caring that my eyes are open, he presses kisses between my breasts, down my belly and onto my mound. No longer pinned by his straddling legs, my hips tilt greedily. Jeff chuckles before tugging my legs over his shoulders and letting his tongue tickle a gentle stroke over my pussy lips.

I suck in a breath and let it out on a shaky moan, wiggling beneath him to open myself like a greedy, demanding nymph. Jeff’s vibrating chuckle is sexy-as-hell against my pussy and I press my head to the mattress, fighting for control.

“When do I get to return the favor?” I ask on a hot breath.

He ignores the question but slides his tongue through my lips to lap my folds. With a quick dart, his tongue flicks my nub. I clasp the sheets, gasping and squirming with pleasure.

“When I say so,” he says, finally answering me, but it takes me a few moments to remember my question in my sexual fog. A finger, and then two, slide inside me and he buries his face in my pussy again, licking, sucking and plucking my nub with his lips. His beard only adds to the pleasure. His fingers move, curving inside me to rub just there… I squeeze my legs, digging my heels into his back, shamelessly shoving my pussy against him.

It so good, so intense, so… My belly tightens like a coiled spring, my muscles clenching in spasm as an orgasm rips through me. Shards of light dance behind my eyes and my body spasms again, and again, making my fingers and toes curl and tingle.

“Please tell me there’s an encore with your cock. ’Cause, god, I need you inside me.”

He smacks my hip sharply and nips the flesh of my inner thigh. “Who’s in charge here?”

“After that? You. One hundred percent and… Any. Damn. Time. But please hurry up.” I watch him, looking down the hollow plane of my belly, and laugh at his arched brow.

He rises, bringing his mouth to mine for a quick kiss before he lands beside me, his head propped by a hand and bent elbow. “No condom, babydoll. That’ll have to do.” Another kiss, this time a little longer and a lot sweeter, lands on my lips. And as soon as he releases me, and I get my bearings back, I jump up.

“Where’s my purse?”

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