Page 67 of Creed
Devin was mine—all mine—heart and soul.
Shifting her hips ever so slightly, she took me even deeper. I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her orgasm started to take hold. My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me. I damn near lost it when she started spasming against me and cried out, “Jameson! Jameson!I’m… I’m…!”
“That’s right. Come for me, baby.”
I thrust forward, repeatedly driving inside her. She was so fucking hot, so tight, and it was all too much. Damn. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. I drew back and slammed into her again, taking her harder and deeper.
“Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release. My fingers dug into her hips as I guided her forward in a feverish rhythm until I came deep inside of her. We both stilled, fighting to catch our breaths, and after several moments, our heartbeats began to slow.
“Now, that’s my kind of dinner.”
“I’d say more of an appetizer.” Looking slightly dazed and completely sated, a sexy smile spread across her gorgeous face. “That is, if you have another go in you.”
“Hell, yeah.” I glanced down at my cock still buried deep inside her. “I could go again right fucking now.”
“Well, I need a minute, and a drink… and maybe some dinner.”
“I can hook you up.” I glanced down at the table and said, “I’ll have to move some things around first.”
I withdrew and tossed my condom in the trash. Devin collected her things from the floor and darted out of the room. “I’ll be right back.”
I zipped my fly and eased the table and chairs back in place before heading over to the stove. I was pleased to see that the pasta wasn’t burnt all to hell and even looked edible. The bread was a little dark around the edges, but after the snack I’d just had, I didn’t mind a bit and doubted Devin would care much either.
When I spotted her coming back into the kitchen, I announced, “The bread burned a little.”
“That’s okay. I like burnt toast.”
“Oh, it’s not like that burnt-to-a-crisp toast you fix for breakfast every morning. This is just a little brown around the edges.”
“Then, it’s not burnt.”
“Well, it’s not ‘not burnt’ either. I was just warning ya.”
“I have two kids, Jameson. I’ll eat stale Doritos and frozen chicken nuggets all day long. I don’t care about toast that’s a little too brown.”
“Noted.” I winced as I said, “But I gotta tell ya, frozen chicken nuggets are a hard no for me.”
“You say that now.” She giggled. “Wait until you have two kids underfoot twenty-four-seven.”
She said it so matter of fact, like she hadn’t just stopped my world from turning on its axis. I considered telling her that I loved her. The words were sitting right there on the tip of my fucking tongue. It wasn’t like I hadn’t said them to her before, but the timing just wasn’t right.
I swallowed hard, hoping it would help the knot in my throat, before saying, “Sounds good to me.”
“Um-hmm.” She gave me a wink. “Why don’t you feed me before your delusions sink in more than they already have?”
“You got it.”
I made us both a plate while Devin poured us both a glass of wine. We decided to go simple and just ate at the bar. When we were done, we cleaned up the dishes and poured another glass of wine. I wasn’t in the mood to watch TV, so I asked, “What about a fire?”
“A fire sounds great.”
I grabbed the bottle of wine, and we made our way outside. Devin set up our chairs while I got the fire started. I threw a few logs into the pit, and it didn’t take long for the fire to engulf them. We sat back and watched the flames dance around.
It was nice.
Peaceful and quiet.
I don’t know how long we’d been sitting there when Devin announced, “I was attacked.”
