Page 26 of The One Who Got Away
Her nipple a matching cinnamon to the freckles that sprinkled her skin.
“Ride me. Take what you need,” I said against her skin.
Her hips worked and the heat of the fire had me sweating, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t stop until she came for me one more time.
When the cries turned to a sob, I shoved back down her sweatshirt to cover her mouth. To swallow and own that orgasm.
When she sagged in my arms, I tucked her in close and detangled my hands from her clothes and simply banded my arms around her as we both slowed our breathing.
“We could have been doing that for years.”
I laughed. “My bad.”
She hit me in the arm. “My bad. You jerk.”
I rested my chin on her head. “Maybe we weren’t ready until now. Did you ever think about that?”
“Maybe.” She burrowed her face in my neck. “Maybe.”
I held onto her for a long while, letting the crackle of the fire and night sounds curl around us.
Chapter 8
Eloise
“If you don’t getthat smug smile off your face, I’m sending you home.”
I laughed and backed my way through the swinging door into the kitchen. “I dare you to!” I called out before I let the door swing closed.
I hummed along to a Matt Nathanson song as I refilled our basket of Get Stuffed--aka our whoopie pies.
I was happy if a little frustrated. Every time I got a moment alone with Gus, my mother found a way to push her way between us for the last few weeks.
A text, a request for help. Heck, she even sat between us on the couch one night.
We made out like teenagers in his truck before he left, sometimes with a mutual orgasm. It was hard to do anything with the neighborhood busy bodies always flicking their porch lights on to see what was going on.
But still, there was no denying the big grin staring back at me in the shiny fridge like a funhouse mirror. I picked up the basket and backed my way through the door.
I came to a stop when I spotted Michelle, our new hire.
“I didn’t know you were on today.”
Michelle smiled and took the basket. “Special request.”
I glanced at Jessie who was holding a backpack and a soft sided cooler “I got an SOS from Gus.”
I grinned. “No, you didn’t.”
She nodded. “Don’t tell your mother you got out early.”
Guilt swamped me, but I shook my head. “I won’t.”
“Go have fun.”
I took the backpack and unzipped it, quickly closing it. “Jessie!”
“What? I’m just helping with a little inspiration.” She nodded to the bathrooms. “Go on, get changed.”
