Page 47 of Creed
That was it.
That was exactly what I fucking wanted to hear. She dug her nails into my lower back as her hips bucked against mine, meeting my every thrust with more force and more intensity. I could feel the pressure building, causing a growl from my chest.
“Fuck,” I groaned as she tightened around me.
I withdrew, just long enough to drop my hands to her hips, lift and roll her over. She got to her knees and arched her back, waiting for me to drive into her once again. I took a fist full of hair and gave it a firm tug as I slammed into her over and over again, taking her to the brink.
She panted wildly, and she clamped down around me when I tried to increase my pace. I knew she was close, unable to stop the inevitable torment of her building release. I slipped my hand around her hip and raked my thumb across her clit, and that’s all it took.
The muscles in her body grew taut as her orgasm took hold. I continued to drive into her, the sounds of my body pounding against hers and echoing throughout the room until I finally came inside her. I was still trying to catch my breath when I tossed the condom in the trash and laid down next to her.
I rolled to my side, pulling her over to me, and the room stilled as she nestled up next to me. We both lay there, staring up at the ceiling in a haze, and I’d barely had a chance to catchmy breath when Dev looked up at me with a mischievous smile. “Just like old times.”
“Yeah, even better. And just so you know, I hadn’t planned on this happening.”
“You don’t really expect me to believe that do you?”
“Hell yeah, I expect you to believe it. I was really trying here. I had a whole night planned.”
“Oh, really?” She glanced up at me with a smile. “And what exactly did you have planned?”
“I was going to go all out. I had dinner and a fire and even bought that old, cheap wine you like.”
“Boones Farm?”
“Yep, strawberry and peach.”
“Well, enough holding out. Time to wine and dine me.” She got up and walked over to my dresser, then pulled out a clean T-shirt like she owned it. “Come on. What are you waiting for?”
“You’re serious?”
“Absolutely. I haven’t eaten since like ten this morning.” She grabbed her panties from the floor and started for the bathroom as she told me, “So, you’re either gonna make this fancy dinner you had planned or I’m going to go make myself a mayo and cheese sandwich.”
“Oh, God. You’re still doing that shit?”
“It’s good.”
“It’s sad.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have to go to such sad measures if someone would fix the dinner he promised.”
With that, she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. I loved that, even after everything she’d been through, she still had that sass. Smiling, I pulled myself out of bed, put on my boxers and a pair of old pajama pants, and headed for the kitchen.
I went straight for the fridge and started grabbing everything we’d need for dinner. I was still at it when I heard Devin say, “I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier, but your house is incredible.”
I glanced over my shoulder and found her standing at the counter in my old t-shirt, and I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight. I cleared my throat before telling her, “I’m glad you like it.”
“It’s so different than your old place.” She moved through the kitchen like she belonged there. “And I don’t just mean bigger. It’s more than that. It’s sophisticated.”
I huffed out a laugh and leaned against the counter. “I think you’re reaching there.”
“Maybe,” she teased, shooting me a look over her shoulder, “but I’m not exactly wrong.”
She pulled out one of the bar stools and sat, looking too damn good and too damn at ease for my own good. “So, what’s all this?”
“Thought we’d have an old-fashioned cookout.” I motioned my hand towards the hot dogs and brats like they were a five-star spread. “Hot dogs, chips, and maybe some marshmallows toasted over the fire.”
“You went all out,” she laughed.
