Page 87 of Grumpy Sunshine

“Yes,” she hissed out.“So close.”

I yanked her down harder and faster, taking over everything.

She was being quiet, but that didn’t stop the obvious sounds of sex from filling the night air around us.

“Oh, I’m going to come,” she whispered.“I’m so close, Chevy.”

“Come for me, pretty baby,” I urged.“Let me feel you clamp down on my cock.”

She threw her head back, and the end of her ponytail tickled my bared belly as she started to pulse around me.

Hot squeezes of her sex caused me to follow right along with her, unable to stop myself.

Not that I would’ve wanted to try.

What’s the point in holding off when I’d gotten her off?

Just the idea of her coming set off a chain reaction inside of me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as I continued to fuck her through both of our orgasms.

Finally, I settled her into my lap completely, wrapped both of my arms around her, and pulled her in close.

I buried my face into her back and tried to relearn how to breathe.

It was long moments later when the lights from a vehicle flashed across us for a short second.

I grinned when I saw her bared thighs, but still went ahead and helped her up off of me.

Tucking my wet cock into my pants, I quickly helped her adjust her own clothes, then caught her hand with mine and said, “Come on.We’re going to my place.”

“Where is your place?”she questioned.

I slipped my hand into her front pocket and produced her phone.

“What’s your code?”I asked.

She gave it to me without question, and soon I was typing my contact details into her phone.Along with those of every member of the MC that I knew off the top of my head—which, surprisingly, was quite a few.

When I was done, I slipped it back into her pocket and said, “I live on the lake in a houseboat.”

“You what?”she gasped, eyes wide.

I explained where I lived, along with how I’d gotten the house in the first place.

“My dad died and left multiple parcels of land, all of which he’d bought in preparation to build a McMansion on it.He died, and the parcels were given to myself and my brothers.”

“Not your sister?”She sounded so offended that I had to snort.

“She didn’t want it,” I admitted.“She hates the lake, and everything that place represents.”

I paused, wondering how much to tell her about my dad and how he’d treated my sister.But then I’d have to explain about Copper, too.

“You have this weird look on your face,” she said, squinting at me.

We got to my bike, and I mounted it, frowning hard when I thought about the lack of helmet.

I hated the suffocating feeling of having one on my head.

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