Page 57 of Raspberry Cake
Was that it? Renley had expected a whole interrogation and review of his life, but as the evening went on, that was all he’d gotten.
As they all said their goodbyes, Curt shook his hand again. “It was nice meeting the man who has my youngest at the happiest I’ve seen her in years.” He then kissed his daughter’s forehead and gave her a hug. “I’ll see you Friday.”
Renley stared after the truck vanishing down the drive while the boys were ushered to bed.
“What’s the matter?” Eveline asked and laced her fingers with his.
“Why do I feel like this was too easy?”
“You want to know why?”
“Please don’t say because I’m a great guy—you’re biased.”
“Because youarean amazing guy, and Laira’s already approved of you. He trusts her judgement.”
Renley’s head slowly rotated as the dust in the driveway settled. “So, all this time I was freaking out abouthim,when I should have been worried about your sister?”
“I told you, you didn’t need to worry.”
Twisting his fingers through her hair, he bent down to her level. “You better get your fine ass in our room and on the bed. You tricked me, kitten.”
She bit her lip, hardly able to contain her grin. “Am I in trouble?”
“Big time. And by the time I grab us a drink you’d better be naked.”
Renley watched until she disappeared into the bedroom before taking his time pouring a glass of wine for each of them. When he stepped in, she was already sitting on the bed, wearing nothing but a shirt.
“You listen so well,” he praised, setting the glasses down.
She frowned, clearly not accepting the compliment. “I wasn’t fast enough.”
“Did you think I was going to miss the show?” He paused at the foot of the bed, grinning down at her. “Don’t be shy.”
The shirt vanished and, after a pointed look, the bra was tossed aside as well. There she was, fully trusting him, sitting stark naked for him to adore. And all he could think about was the way he was going to spank and fuck her pussy.
“Unbuckle me,” he demanded, whipping his shirt over his head and letting it flutter to the floor.
Delicate fingers worked his belt loose and once it hung open, her hands returned to her lap. Pulling the belt from the loops, he clicked his tongue.
“You teased me, kitten,” he scolded as he folded the leather in half. “Do you know how hard it was to contain myself in front of your family with you drooling over me all afternoon?”
“I’m sorry.”
He spread her legs, standing in the space between them. “But are you?” Her hands twitched but she stopped her movement, so he crooked his brow. “It’s okay, you can adjust yourself if you are uncomfortable.”
Eveline shifted her position, even if a shameful blush crept up her cheeks. As a distraction, Renley dragged the leather over her thighs, pressing his thumb to her lips.
“Suck,” he demanded with a rough husk. “We can’t be loud here.”
Softly, lovingly even, her lips sealed around his finger, sending blood rushing to his cock. Then the leather smacked against her pussy, her teeth digging into his thumb.
“Was it fun teasing me? Forcing me to restrain myself?” Her lips curled into a smile, eyes peering through her lashes. Another slap had her whimper for him. “God, kitten. I wanted to fuck you right then and there.”
Two more smacks and her fingers curled into the sheets to either side of her. He loved playing with her, thrived on how her eyes glowed with desire. He let the belt caress her thighs again before giving her two more teasing slaps.
“Unzip me.” The words had barely cleared his lips before she lowered his zipper.
Eveline reached for his underwear but paused, waiting for his permission. With a nod, she freed his cock, fingers wrapping around the base as a soft moan pressed around his thumb. They’d never discussed oral, so he didn’t push her despite the overwhelming desire to feel those lips around his shaft. Giving her the choice, he freed her mouth, instead threading his fingersthrough her hair. Eager, she lunged forward and kissed his cockhead, pulling a groan from deep in his chest.
