Page 114 of Traces Of You
“Showing me this is great, but I’m not sure I could do it if it came down to it. If I have the ability, I would have used it before.”
“No,” Clay said. “You wouldn’t have because you didn’t have the tools to show you how to succeed. Now you do. You’re stronger and you're more confident.”
“Whoa, two nice things you said to me today. This must be a record.”
Clay’s lips twitched. He almost wanted to smile but stopped himself. “I don’t make a habit of it.”
“We’ve done a lot today,” Ford said. “Let’s go back to your place.”
“Good,” she said. “I need a hot shower. I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”
When they were outside and walking back to her cabin, he leaned down. “Me too, but don’t tell Clay that. I’ll deny it and call you a liar every day of the week.”
She laughed. “That’s horrible.”
“That’s what brothers do,” he said.
They got to her place, she unlocked the back door and went in for a change of clothing, then turned the shower on. When she got out, Ford went in next; then she came back into her room.
She paused over the comforter being off center. She was meticulous about her things and always had been. Never living alone made her more aware of someone touching anything of hers.
Had someone been in her cabin and in her room while she was gone?
She was overthinking it again. Ford probably sat on it while he waited for her. She pulled it tight so there were no wrinkles in it, then decided to get undressed, climb in and wait for him instead.
She’d never done that before. Waited naked in bed for her man.
She let out a soft giggle.
She’d never thought of someone as her man before either.
The bathroom door opened, and she heard his footsteps, just four. His head turned into the room and she gave him a little wave, letting the sheet slip down, her breasts bare for him.
“This is a pleasant surprise.” He lifted his shirt over his head. She never could figure out how he found shirts to even fit his chest and arms, but they always stretched off of him from being snug against his body.
She climbed out of the sheets and got on her knees.
When he bent over to drop his shorts, she moved to the side of the bed and sat on it, then curled her trigger finger toward him to get closer. She held back the wince that movement caused.
She had other thoughts in her brain than that.
Like the big dick in her view. “Come closer.” She ran her tongue over her lips. His eyes darkened with her involuntary movement.
She only knew what she wanted and didn’t want to be denied.
He didn’t hesitate to comply, the bed being the right height that she reached for his hips and yanked him forward, her mouth opening and surrounding his dick.
She pulled him in, then pushed him out, controlling the movement of his hips with her fingers spread on his outer thighs.
She was sucking and sliding him forward and back, then stopped with that, swirled her tongue around, lapping up every bit of flavor he had. The pebble of dew on his tip, yeah, she gobbled that up greedily.
He was moaning more than he’d ever done before, the sounds fueling her to go where she’d never gone with another person.
She never wanted to.
But Ford Ridgeway fed her a power within herself that she hadn’t known existed.
He made her believe she could do anything she put her mind to.
