Page 110 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

Slickwith sweat and drenched in my girl’s juices from the lap down, I sink back into the soft mattress. A custom mattress was definitely the way to go for this place. I’m not sorry at all either because after seeing the other beds they would’ve provided, I damn well know we would’ve broken it long before now.

I sigh as my arm drifts up and down her side, my fingertips brushing along her skin, feeling her warmth—her life.A split second later, Micki’s hand slaps my chest, shattering the brief reprieve. I cough out a laugh as my hand falls to her side.

“You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow morning.” Her tone is accusatory, but her expression is sated. Yeah, she’s so totally not mad.

Still, I keep up the act and groan as more sweat drips down the side of my face. I’d love nothing more than to roll back over her and slide right into her warm, wet pussy and make her forget my little fib. Unfortunately for both of us, however, she’s drained me. Totally and completely.

“Surprise?” I manage to say, though it comes out sounding like a question—earning myself yet another chest slap. I chuckle and snatch her hand in mine, bringing it up so I can press an open-mouthed kiss to the center of her palm.

“Are you really that upset?” I press, already knowing the answer.

She settles more firmly against my side and reaches down, dragging the sheets up to cover our sweat and cum soaked bodies. “No,” she grumbles, confirming that I was, in fact, right about my little surprise. “I just didn’t know I’d be performing for you like that … in person.”

“You liked it,” I tease, pinching her side.

Her lips twitch as she fights the urge to laugh and she takes her hand from mine to slap me lightly once more. “Yeah, yeah, big guy, keep telling yourself that.”

“I don’t tell myself that,” I say in mock offense. “You’re the one that tells me how much you like it.”

Micki looks up, propping her chin on my chest as she arches a brow. “Oh, I do, do I?” she asks. “When?”

There’s no fighting the grin that graces my lips. “Every time you come all over my cock and scream my name, pretty girl.”

Her eyes widen and her lips part as she inhales sharply. I wait—half expecting another playful slap, but instead she shocks me. “I always like what you do to me,” she whispers.

Oh, fuck. Me. Did I say she had me drained? Well … that was before…

A groan leaves her lips and she tries to roll away from me. “No,” she says. “No way, I’m too fucking tired. Not again.”

“I didn’t say anything!” I protest, pulling her back to me now with her back to my chest.

“You didn’t have to!” she replies. “Your dick said it for you!”

I bow my head against her shoulders. “Baby girl,” I chuckle. “You’ll have to forgive him—he’s a horny bastard with no sense.”

“Sounds like another man I know.”

I squeeze her closer, choking on my own laughter as I shudder against her. How the fuck is it possible to be so amused and turned on in the same breath? I don’t know, but somehow she makes it happen.

“Thanks for coming, Luc,” she whispers once I’ve managed to contain myself. “I missed you.”

“Same, pretty girl.” I squeeze her closer. “So much fucking same.”

Micki snuggles back against me and after a while, the sweat and other liquids start to dry on our skin. We need a shower—both of us—but the drive over was a fucking nightmare and the last half hour was downright torturous as I dirty talked her into getting ready for me. It was worth it, for sure, to walk through that door and have her so open and wet that I could just slide right in. Now, though, it’s left me exhausted.

Soft snoozing snores start to drift up to my ears, and I realize I’ve missed my chance anyway. Gently, I edge my arm down, snag a portion of the comforter and draw it up over the sheets covering us. The sun sets with me just like that—lying half asleep in a bed with the only woman in the world that could have ever held my heart in her hands.

I didn’t know what would happen when I brought her here to Haven Hills, but after the last talk I had with her doctors and therapist, I think she’s ready.

It’s time.

* * *

I’ll bethe first to admit that I’m not a morning person, but the morning after I spend the night with Micki is important. She doesn’t know it yet, but it’s her last morning waking up at Haven Hills. The second the sun peeks into the room, I’m up and in the shower. I leave her in bed, snoozing away as the sun rises higher and higher.

After my quick shower, I run through the overnight stuff I leave here for just these occasions. As I’m zipping up a pair of jeans, my phone goes off. The shrill ringtone has Micki rolling over on the bed with a groan as she rips up my abandoned pillow and smashes it over her head.

“No,” she grumbles, the word barely audible beneath the comforter and pillow. “Turn it off.”

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