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I skim kisses to her forehead, listening to how she whispers my name as if she’s happy I’m here.
She wants me.
That means something.
“Lachlan?” She mumbles in the dark a long time after I thought she’d fallen asleep.
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry for what I said. I don’t want you to have any other girls.”
I squeeze her tighter, knowing nothing will ever feel as good as Laney does curled into my side. “Don’t want anyone else. You don’t find grade A pussy and go back to scraps.”
She snorts a laugh so loud as I knew she would, then wallops me in the gut. “You’re a pig.”
I roll over so she can big spoon me as she likes doing. I thinks it’s fucking hilarious but I love her stomach dry humping my ass. “A horny pig.”
Her knees find the back of mine when she scoots all the way into my spine. After a few heavy sighs and wriggles, I know she isn’t any closer to sleep and I can guess what my girl needs.
I roll over. Making sure I have my arms tight around her, keeping her in that exact space. She buries her face in the side of my neck.
“Do you need it, baby?”
“Yes,” she whines quietly and pumps me with her hips. “Lachlan.Lachie...”
“Shhh, Laney, I have you.” I reach between her legs from behind. My fingers grazing all her wetness and with a little guidance, I push home in one sure thrust, making her cry into my neck. I grip the back of her head, my fingers using her hair as a hook. My other arm around her waist. “There we go, shh, Laney. Giving you it now, take what I have.”
“I don’t like arguing with you,” she confesses quietly, arching into my shallow shoves, working up slowly to giving it to her deeper, tears coating her voice.
“You’re mine,” I grate, more forcefully than is intended, relishing her cry of pleasure when I hit her favorite spot.
We stay awake for a few more hours, talking and loving each other.
C H A P T E R 21
Lachlan
For the next two days, Laney shows me how sorry she is.
Mainly by attaching her gorgeous little body to mine.
Her mouth.
Her little pussy.
Her greedy hands wringing climaxes out of me until I think she’s drained me for good.
And then shark week happens and my girl puts sex on lockdown like it’s Alcatraz.
“I’m sorry I snapped your head off last night,” she says sweet as can be, nuzzling my chest as we stand at her kitchen counter. She’s making toast; I took over making all the coffee when I tasted how badly my Laney makes it. “I’m hormonal, but youdidswitch channels...”
I chuckle. “No shit. Didn’t notice at all, mouse.”
She playfully wallops me in the ribs with the back of her hand.
“Don’t be a smartass, Lachlan. I could plead plausible deniability in your homicide right now and there’s not a judge in the land who would find me guilty.”
I tip my head and groan against the sweetest part of her neck where she smells of vanilla body wash. “You’re fuck hot when you’re Code Red. Can I have a handjob now? Just reach in and grab me, won’t take a second.”
