Page 66 of Harvest Moon

His lips were right against my ear, his moan that much louder, as his legs squeezed my hips. He went tense as a board, then with a gasp, he came undone.

He shot wet and hot between our stomachs, my movements only spreading the glorious mess. His ass clutched around my cock, and my vision shorted out for a second.

There was a pressure there—one I hadn’t felt before—and I bit my tongue hard. Knew about knots, but like a mating mark, it seemed like the kind of thing I shouldn’t just force on him.

I shoved the feeling down, and came hard. Inside.

God, the thought of my come inside Alexis’s willing, needy body—with a growl, I buried my head against his neck. I clenched my teeth, tight, to keep from biting him.

When I came back to my senses, I was panting, out of breath, slick and sweaty everywhere.

I also didn’t give a damn.

With my arms around him, I slipped out. He hissed, but let me gather him in my arms.

We lay there, panting and shaking, neither one of us expert enough to figure out what to do next. But it didn’t matter. We were together.

It’d take a crowbar to get me off Alexis right then. Or, well, a word from him.

But I hope he didn’t utter any such thing that’d force me to let him go, even if I’d only have to let him go for a little while.

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The tiny hairs on the back of my neck tickled, and I almost reached back to scratch it before I realized what it was.

Ridge, holding me, his face curled into my neck.

I could have melted into the bed right then and there.

We were pressed together from head to toe, his body a warm line all the way along the back of mine. The buzzing warm spot balanced on our hips could only be Banjo.

This was perfection. This was the life I had spent years fantasizing about.

Except that clearly, I had missed a few important things in my fantasy.

I needed to pee.

I had to go make Claudia’s breakfast.

Fortunately for me, Banjo stood up on our hips, stretching, and in the process, poking his little cat paws uncomfortably into our sides. How did such a tiny creature manage to poke so hard?

The motion made Ridge roll in his sleep, dislodging Banjo, who landed in the gap between our bodies. I turned to look at him, and he blinked at me, vaguely annoyed for a moment, but then finished stretching and curled back up on Ridge’s stomach.

Perfect. I slid out from between the sheets, slow and quiet, leaving Ridge snoring in my bed.

I ducked my head and couldn’t wipe the absolute grin off my face as I headed for the bathroom. Ridge, in my bed.

Everything about this was perfect. He was right where I wanted him, right where he belonged. And most importantly, right where he wanted to be.

I’d managed to put my boxers and a T-shirt on before we fell asleep the night before, and after examining it for any suspicious stains, I decided it was good enough to cook breakfast in.

When I got to the kitchen, though, Birch was already there.

He glanced up at me, concern in his eyes, but when he saw who it was, that turned to a smile. “Hey there, sleepyhead. You’re looking particularly self-satisfied this morning. Or maybe not so much self. Definitely satisfied.”

I couldn’t stop the single laugh that burst from my chest, but my cheeks flamed. Oh jeez. Mom would have killed me. We had sex. In Birch’s house. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

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