Page 66 of Finding the Pieces

I slap her ass again. “Thatta girl.”

“I can’t believe we did that.”

“It’s been a while. You okay?”

“More than okay,” she says softly, her expression reassuring me that we didn’t take it too far. Relief floods me and any remaining tension in my body releases instantly.

Goddamn, she’s beautiful.

Her easy smile morphs into something I can’t quite place, until she swings one leg over to shift her body to my side. I expect her to lie down beside me so we can fall asleep, but then her hand confidently wraps around my dick through my briefs, and every thought clears from my mind. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of her firm grip.

“Fuuuuck, Ellie. Whatare you doing, baby?”

“I’m not tired. And based off this,” she says, gripping me tighter and pumping me once, then twice.Goddammit, I’m going to come in my underwear.She gives an appreciative hum. “Yeah, based offthis, I don’t think you’re tired either.”

She positions herself at my side, kneeling beside me as I lie on the bed. Before I can even process what she’s doing, she pulls my briefs down, freeing my stiff cock, and sucks me into her mouth.

I mumble something between a curse and a groan, and she takes me deeper, hitting the back of her throat. Her hair tumbles around my groin and I reach down with both hands to gather it all and pull it to the back of her head. My eyes about pop out of my head as I watch her bobbing on my dick, my hands gripping her hair tightly as she works me deeper and deeper.

I know it’s been a while since we’ve done this, but it’s still an embarrassingly short amount of time before I’m groaning Ellie’s name and warning her that I’m about to come.

I can feel her smile around my dick and that’s what does it. Little MILF is getting off on getting me off.Fuck.

My vision blurs, my hips stutter, and I still, filling her mouth before she eagerly swallows me down. “Fucking Christ. Shit. You’re perfect. That was perfect. Ten outta ten. Holy fuck.”

Ellie tries to sit up, but my hands are still gripping her hair and I sit up with her, using my hold to pull her mouth to meet mine halfway in a kiss so needy it’s like nothing just happened between us. But something did happen. Another small step in mending another piece of what I was so terrified was broken between us.

We talk for a while longer, reminiscing about all the firsts we’ve shared, especially in that first year together. I wake the next morning with Ellie’s body tangled in mine, and I can’t think of anything sweeter.

Chapter thirty-three

Dom

Luca shrieks and giggles, teetering on unstable, chunky legs before tackling Dee and crawling all over as she dramatically plays the weakling, letting him jump on her and have his victory.

“This kid is built like a tank,” she says, failing to recover quickly enough to avoid another leap from Luca onto her stomach before he holds her face in both his hands and laughs.

“That’s right, baby. You rub it in her face that you won fair and square,” Ellie says.

“Fuck, I’m going to be bruised tomorrow. He really got my cheek there,” Dee says, sitting up and rubbing her face.

“Shit, I’m sorry. You good?” I ask. Dee nods.

“He’s been super into roughhousing lately,” Ellie explains. “I’m never worried about him. It’s usually Dom and I who need help recovering afterward. Little guy has endless energy and no sense of awareness. He’ll clock you right in the eye and then hug you immediately after.”

“Lesson learned,” Dee says. “At least I can blame Luca for my eyes watering and not be exposed for crying atSesame Streetagain. Can they take a fucking chill pill? Goddamn, they’re not playing fair with these songs.”

“Are you crying over a kid’s show?” Dylan asks, smirking at Dee as he joins us in the living room.

“Uh, are youheartless? Did you not listen to the lyrics of Elmo’s song? Anyone with dry cheeks after that is a bigger grouch than Oscar.”

“My cheeks are as dry as a desert and I’m an angel,” Dylan retorts before reclining on the couch, one arm stretched over the back cushion.

Ellie scrunches her nose. “Ew, this feels weird. Let’s not talk about cheeks, wet or dry.”

Dee shoves her middle finger in the air, giving Dylan a snarky look.

“Don’t flick him off. I don’t want Luca to start giving everyone the middle finger,” I beg.

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