Page 52 of Raspberry Cake
He helped her clean and dress, holding her against his chest as she fell asleep. Pictures of their future filled his dreams—ones that he couldn’t wait to see fulfilled.
Eveline
The next morning, she woke up to heavy footsteps and screaming from the upstairs bedrooms. Her leg was still draped over Renley’s thigh, his arm loosely wrapped around her waist. He was wearing nothing but his shorts—something he seemed to prefer actually—so she couldn’t help but run her fingers dreamily over his abs. They quickly drifted south, teasing under his waistband where she sifted through the dense curls there to find his semi hard cock.
“Kitten,” he husked as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
“We won’t be alone all day, and I missed you,” she hummed, swiping her thumb through the liquid gathering at his tip, massaging it into his skin to slick up her movements.
His muscles tensed under her as he stretched and shifted to give her room to work. “So needy.”
“I am,” she admitted, kissing his chest and twisting her hand over his cockhead—just how he liked.
“How could I resist fucking you bare?”
And with that he rolled her onto her back, tossing her clothes aside, and knelt between her spread thighs. Her gasp was drowned by his lips, tongue spearing into her mouth. When the kiss ended, and he sat back his greedy eyes melted her from the inside out. He lifted her legs until they rested over his shoulders, his cock slowly taking her inch by inch.
“How does it feel?” he asked, pressing his lips to her ankle.
“Good,” she whimpered, the angle of his tender thrust hitting just the right spot.
With one hand holding her legs up, the other ran over her thighs. “Not uncomfortable?”
She shook her head, staring at the part of her body she hated the most. Watching him love and caress her legs was mesmerising. His kisses were soft, but his fingers added enough pressure for her to feel them. With each thrust he took her deeper and faster, his hips slapping against hers with the most arousing and lustful sounds coming from him. Her heart raced and though Renley had his eyes shut, she couldn’t take hers off of him. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever been with, in both looks and heart. Her hand trailed down her stomach until she circled her clit, hard and fast to match each of his thrusts.
She panted, her vision blurring but she couldn’t stop basking in the sight of him kissing her ankles and caressing her legs, fucking his hips into hers. When his cock began to pulse, she let herself fall off the edge, sinking into the pillow and finally allowing her eyes to flutter shut.
“Fucking beautiful,” he hummed. She pried her eyes open in time to see him kiss her ankles one last time before he lowered her legs. He leaned over her, kissed her forehead, and ran his nose over hers. “Shower and then face the little rascals?”
“Mmhmm,” she agreed, brushing her lips across him.
Renley didn’t pull out until he’d carried her to the shower and sat her down on the bench, handing her the shower head. As sherinsed off, a knock on the door had Renley scrambling for his shorts.
“Good morning,” she heard him say through the closed bathroom door. “Ready for a fun day?”
“Yes! Is Auntie Eve up too?”
“She’s taking a shower. Why don’t we have breakfast together while we wait?” Drew must have agreed, because the bedroom door shut and Renley entered the bathroom with her wheelchair. “What do you want to wear today?” he asked, locking it in place for her.
“You choose?”
Smirking, his cheeks flushed. “Are you sure?”
“I trust you to choose something appropriate.”
A few moments later he returned, dressed in jeans and a sleek black T-shirt that stretched across his muscles. “Take your time, I’ll hold the monsters back.”
She blew him a kiss that had him blushing. He’d chosen a rosy-tinted summer dress with leggings and judging by the smile on his lips when she entered the living room, Renley approved. He stood by the stove, flipping pancakes with Mathew and Drew sitting to either side of the counter.
“Uncle Renley is making breakfast this morning!” Mathew announced excitingly.
“I sent Laira back to bed,” Renley explained. “Apparently someone didn’t want to sleep in his own bed last night.” He shot an accusatory glance toward the younger of the two.
Drew looked rather guilty. “I don’t like sleeping alone.”
“Maybe cuddle with Mathew instead,” she suggested, earning an eyeroll from her other nephew.
Renley wrangled the two boys like a natural, which only made her fantasies about having his children more intense.
