Page 89 of Our Long Days
His heart hammers against my back as he grunts with each thrust. “My perfect, perfect girl, letting me use you like this.” He drives impossibly deeper as I collapse into his embrace. Suddenly, the toy is gone, and he withdraws from my body carefully, tearing the condom off before thrusting into my soaked pussy.
“Oh god. Dex.” I fall forward, mauling the comforter and crying out.
“Told you I’d fill you up good with my cum, baby. Now, take it in this tight cunt. It’s all for you.” He shudders behind me, the grip on my hips bruising.
Filthy. Carnal. Depraved.
I’m on the pill, so the chances of getting pregnant are low but not impossible, a fact that shouldn’t excite me.
His hips pump lazily, his hot release leaking down my thighs.
A satisfied sigh whistles past my lips, completely boneless and wearing a hazy grin. Gentle kisses tickle my shoulder, his mustache feathering over my heated skin.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “Did I go too far?”
I snatch his hand up, pressing it over my heart. “It was perfect. You were perfect.” Turning in his hold, I smile. “Now, I need to be fed and watered, because you’ve fucked the life out of me, lumberjack.”
He snorts then slaps my thigh playfully, his softening cock still inside me. “You’re not putting any clothes on.”
And I don’t. Neither does he.
We’re so lost in one another, stealing kisses and exploring the other’s body, that I forget to ask how my brother’s bachelor party went.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
dexter
“All right,gently. Nico, easy on your side. That’s it. In we go.” My hands follow the horizontal log, cinched on either side with chains as the hydraulic lift lowers it until it aligns with the joints and locks into place. “Perfect. Let’s get the next side prepped.”
The yellow hardhat on Florence’s head shakes.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Something you want to say?”
Facing me, she nibbles her lip. “I’m pretty sure you said the same thing to me last night.”
“Jesus, Florence.” I chuckle and eat up the flush on her cheeks. “Get your head out of the gutter.”
She smirks, mouth moving, but with the noise from the lift, chainsaw behind us, and a truck backing up, I don’t catch what she says. We slept in this morning, and in our rush to get ready, I forgot my hearing aid.
Yes, it’s uncomfortable, but I never realized how much it helps until wearing it for long periods of time.
Today, the tinnitus and aural fullness are kicking my ass. The only way I can describe it is like the high-pitched ringingyou hear in movies after a grenade goes off. Today’s isn’t serious. These short spells happen—it’s the timing that’s inconvenient. We’re on a tight schedule, close to falling behind if we don’t get the four walls of the final cabin up before the shift ends.
Noting my confused expression, she tugs me away from the chaos.
“That better?” she asks.
“Hmm.” I shrug, tilting my head to ease the pressure.
“Why don’t you hang out in the office?” She nods toward the porta cabin. “The day’s almost over. They have it covered.”
“Nah, I’m good.” I bristle.
She bites back her argument. “Okay. Don’t overdo it. I’m gonna go find Megan and take some photos for the portfolio.”
As she goes to walk away, I hook a finger through her belt loop, tugging her into me. I shrug off my high visibility vest and drape it over her shoulders before adjusting her hat. “Safety first. Stay at the rear of the cabin, stick close to Megan, and don’t walk under anything suspended in the air. Got it?”
A cute frown wrinkles her forehead. “So grouchy and protective.”
