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“Forget the barbecue and beers,” Andy says, stroking his cock through the open fly of his jeans, smirking. “Looks like the party’s in here.”
The evening has barely started, and it already sounds like it’s going to be one hell of a night.
Chapter 14
David
Never in my wildest imagination did I expect Leighton’s first visit to my home to unfold like this—her letting go, bold and unfiltered, driving Shane to his limits. But the real thrill is knowing this is just the beginning. Whatever I’d pictured before doesn’t come close to the reality of her here, and the best part? We’ve only just begun.
Yet, something feels different this time.
Maybe it’s the contrast—how impersonal it was before, masked and anonymous. Or maybe it’s the fact that Iknowher now. Really know her. But as Shane collapses onto my piano bench, catching his breath, I catch the way his eyes linger on her, and how she looks right back at him.
There’s tenderness there, something unspoken, something that runs deeper than just skin. I haven’t seen that look on Shane’s face since his last serious relationship. And if I weren’t as worked up as I am, I might stop and consider what just shifted between them.
I know what caring looks like. I’ve been there before, in my marriage before it fell apart. Thought I’d sworn it off for good. But watching Leighton now, sprawled across the chaise, delicious and spent, there’s this little inkling inside me that wonders if maybe…maybeI’d be willing to try again. Not necessarily marriage, but something real. Something beyond a fling.
She’s all glistening skin and tousled hair, every inch of her tempting me to dive in. I stroke myself lazily, dragging out the urge to take her, keeping just shy of the edge. Timing is everything. Especially here. Especially now.
Andy starts toward her, eyes blazing with intent, but I reach out and press a hand to his chest, stopping him cold.
My message is clear. Leighton is mine right now.
I step toward her, scooping her up into my arms, and she lets out a deep sigh, her body relaxing against mine like she was waiting for me. I carry her through the room, past the piano, straight to my kitchen, where the scent of barbecue and beer still lingers in the air.
I settle her onto the wide, cushioned bench along the breakfast nook and head to the fridge to get her a bottle of water.
“Here you go, sweetheart. Bet you’re thirsty after all that.”
“Thank you.” She smiles, catching her breath. “God, it smells incredible in here.”
“Are you hungry? I whipped up a few of my favorite dishes for you. I—” I hesitate, trying to find the right words. “But… I didn’t exactly expect tonight to turn into less talk, more action.”
Her stomach growls before she can say anything. “Starving, I guess.” She laughs softly, drumming her fingers on the table. “But you know what?”
She rises, stepping in close, tilting her head up with those big blue eyes that could bring any man to his knees, and I swear I could get lost in them forever. Her voice drops to a whisper, soft and teasing against my chest. “I want you more.”
Fuck, that hits me like a shot of pure adrenaline, my cock swelling back to full mast.
Her eyes go dark with hunger. “I need you inside me, David. Now.”
She grabs my hand, guiding me back to the bench, pushing me down and climbing into my lap, her wet pussy hovering just above my cock, dripping, teasing me. It’s pure torture. The best damn kind.
“I’d never deny you what you want.” I crash my mouth into hers, dragging her into a deep kiss as she slides along my length, coating me in her slick heat. I pull back, just enough to say, “But you have to promise me something. You’ll have to let me take care of you after. I can’t let you walk out of here without eating.”
“I promise,” she breathes, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You can feed me everything you made for me.”
She rolls her hips, grinding on me, slow and deliberate. And then—fuck—she lifts just enough to angle herself and sinks down onto my cock before I could stop her.
“Leighton, wait,” I grumble, gripping her hips, my pulse thundering. “I’m not wearing a condom.”
She just smiles, breath hot against my lips. “You weren’t wearing one in the video room either.”
Shit.
The words hit me like a body check against the boards, the memory crashing into place. She’s fucking right. And that’s exactly why I can’t get enough of her.
Catching the turmoil in my eyes, she leans in and whispers, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
