Page 88 of All The Happily Ever Afters

LYSA

It’s quiet between us all the way to my house, the dogs padding along as Dean pats them and occasionally scratches their backs on the way.

The crickets are out, the early autumn night has just a slight chill to it, but still warm enough. And the moon is clear, shining down and giving me enough light to see the rough stubble on Dean’s jaw.

He keeps his arm around my waist the entire walk and it makes me feel weak because all I want to do is lean into him.

The backdoor shuts with a loud groan and I lock it, feeling Dean’s eyes on me. The house has charm and features from a century ago. Just like the bar. It’s expensive to maintain, but every penny tile, and carved molding feature is worth it.

Some people say I’m an old soul. I just think I have good taste.

Dean doesn’t waste his time taking off his boots and stretching out his back. Maybe he’s trying to hide it, but I know he’s tired too.

“You want to just go to bed?” I ask him, feeling a ping of vulnerability. He could stay at the truck stop, and sleep in the back of his truck like I know he used to. He could get a hotel.Or he can come here, where I give everything to him freely. My girlfriend Laura had something to say about that a while back. Two years ago before she moved to Texas with her boyfriend, now husband.

I told her then, I do what feels right. And Dean… everything about him feels right. Up until he’s gone, that is.

“I want you in bed, if that’s what you mean.” His strong muscles coil as he pulls his shirt off, dragging it along and revealing himself to me inch by inch until the shirt is nothing but a crumpled ball of cloth he tosses carelessly on the floor. The way he looks at me, like he wants to devour me, steals my breath.

His barefoot self only in blue jeans making his way to me forces me to take one step back. This man is too much. He has a power over me like no one else.

My back hits the door at the same time his strong hands grab my hips, pinning them there, and his lips meet mine in a heated kiss I’ve missed for far too many nights.

Everything is hot instantly, my body dying to be touched, begging him to press against me, so I can feel him and only him. I don’t want to feel anything else.

His left hand stays where it is, but his right roams up my body, slipping up the curve of my waist, barely touching me and teasing me. All the while my lips part for his deepening kiss, letting him take me as he wants.

With a deft flick of his fingers, he undoes my bra and before the straps can even slip down my shoulder beneath my shirt, his large hand cups my breasts and he moans into my mouth with need. His cock hardened and pressing against my lower belly through the denim of his jeans.

When he pinches my nipple, pulling it ever so slightly, I have to break the kiss to throw my head back. I writhe under him and he doesn’t waste another second, pulling me into his arms and taking me to my bedroom, a room he knows all too well.

Even though his gait is large, and his steps swift, he peels the clothes away from me as we go, until I match him in attire.

I can’t help but to let out a small squeal of surprise and glee when he tosses me onto my bed. The moonlight peeks through my curtains and that’s the only light I have to see him as he kicks off his jeans, along with his boxers and stands in all his glory.

“Pants off,” he tells me, stroking himself. The sheen from precum already leaking from him has me licking my lips as I obey. He spreads it around his thick head though, pushing me onto my back even though I got on my knees to lick him.

“Not now, I need to be inside of you,” he groans when I mewl in protest. What this man does to me… I just don’t know how or why but he plays my body like it was made for him. Bracing himself on top of me, one forearm above my head, he spreads my legs and I spread them even wider in response, tilting my hips for him.

His hand cups my heat and when he presses his palm to my clit, my back arches from the sudden touch and instant desire. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” his whispers the rushed words out, his lips finding my neck as he pushes two thick fingers inside of me. With his stubble tickling along my neck, his kisses roaming carelessly as he fingerfucks me, the heat inside of me intensifies, burning along my skin and igniting every nerve ending that I haven’t felt since he’s been here last.

Curving his fingers, he hits that sweet spot inside of me, and rubs my clit with his rough palm at the same time, turning over the waves of pleasure until they finally crash inside of me.

“Dean!” I cry out his name like I need him, like he’s the only one I’ve ever needed as my toes curl and my neck arches with the pleasure rolling through me.

He doesn’t wait for me to finish, he doesn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. He slams inside of me to the hilt and I scream out in utter rapture. He pistons his hips and it feelslike it’s too much. My body instinctively curls around his, my legs around his hips as he picks up his pace.

His breath is hot along my neck and every small touch, every deep groan, every thrust from him takes me higher and higher, prolonging the pleasure and keeping me on the edge of falling until he finds his release with my second for the night.

I can’t breathe, I can barely move onto my side to close my legs when he leaves the bed to go to the bathroom. The heated waves leave me and the cool air would give me shivers if he hadn’t pulled the sheets up around me.

When he comes back, he makes sure I’m alright to fall asleep, before climbing back in.

If tonight is anything like the other nights, he’ll have me again in just a little while, and I’ll wake up to another round, longer and more gentle, but with just as much pleasure in the morning.

If only I could have him always. If only I knew he wasn’t going to leave again…

The thought keeps me from sleeping. It keeps me from feeling the comfort I usually have with him.

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