Page 21 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

God help me. I was already in trouble.

The house was quiet. Midnight had come and gone, but I couldn’t sleep.

I tossed, turned, stared at the ceiling as if it had answers. But all I saw behind my eyes washer.

Riley.

Those big hazel eyes and the curve of her mouth when she smirked. The way her voice dipped low when she was being clever.

The way her body looked wrapped in flannel, like some walking contradiction… soft curves, sharp tongue.

I buried my head in a pillow and willed my brain to shut the hell up.

And then…

I heard footsteps. Light. Barefoot.

The door creaked open.

“Garrett?” Her voice was quiet, almost shy. “Can’t sleep?”

I sat up, the sheets tangled at my waist.

She was standing there in the doorway, wearing that same flannel sleep shirt, but this time, it was unbuttoned halfway, clinging to her curves like it knew what it was doing. Her hair was messy, skin flushed like she’d just rolled out of bed.

Or maybe like she wanted to get into mine.

“No,” I said, voice rough. “I was just thinking about…”

“You were thinking about me.” Her smile was slow, wicked. “Weren’t you?”

I didn’t even try to lie.

She stepped inside, shutting the door behind her with a quietclick. Each step she took toward me made my blood pulse harder. She crawled up onto the bed like a cat, straddling my lap without hesitation.

“I couldn’t sleep either,” she murmured, her hands skimming over my chest, warm and curious. “Kept thinking about how you looked at me across the table. Like you wanted to eat me alive.”

My hands landed on her hips instinctively, gripping tight. Her bare skin under the hem of that shirt was smooth and hot, no panties in sight. My cock throbbed beneath the sheets.

She leaned in and kissed me, and everything went white.

Her mouth was soft, then hungry. Her fingers slipped into my hair, tugging gently. I groaned against her lips, cupping her ass and grinding her down against the ache between my legs.

She gasped when she felt how hard I was.

“Wow, Garrett.”

“Tell me to stop,” I said, already tugging her shirt open, exposing her breasts. “Tell me now.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” she breathed. “I want youinsideme.”

Fuck.

I flipped her onto her back in one move, settling between her thighs. Her legs wrapped around me instantly, greedy and hot and so fucking wet against the head of my cock as I slid through her folds.

“You’re soaked,” I rasped, dragging the tip over her clit just to hear her whimper. “This for me?”

She bit her lip and nodded, her hips arching. “All for you.”

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