Page 60 of Accidentally Mine
That was why she kept repeating, over and over again:I can’t.
“Fuck,” I breathed out.
Kyle was silent for a moment.“So, let me get this straight,” he muttered.“Are you telling me you’re banging the woman who nearly killed you and made the past two years of your life a living hell?Is that what this is?Please tell me it’s some kind of twisted revenge scheme and you’re not seriously falling for her?”
Revenge scheme?Who the fuck did he think I was?I leaned against the refrigerator and looked up at the ceiling, getting my thoughts together.
“Look, I’m asking you as my closest friend…let it lie awhile.”I lowered my voice to barely above a whisper.“Don’t confront her about it right now.Her father just died, and she’s in mourning.Plus, she’s scared about everything happening with her bastard ex.She’s—”
“She’s a flight risk again.If I let it lie…”
I stopped listening as Roselynn stepped into the kitchen, eyes squinting against the bright light.She was wearing one of my white dress shirts, so large on her that it grazed her lower thighs.Only one button was fastened, and it gaped, exposing her breasts.With her hair all wild, she was incredibly beautiful, and I lost the power of speech.
“Hi,” she said, pushing back the too-long sleeves and joining me at the counter.
“Look, I’ve got to go,” I muttered into the phone.“Just don’t.For me.Okay?”I ended the call, hooked the phone in the receiver, and wrapped my arms around her small waist.
“Everything okay?”she asked me, a doubtful look on her face.
“Great.”I motioned to the batter.“Pancakes.Chocolate chip.”
She licked her lips.“Yum.”
“I knew you’d approve,” I said, walking my fingers up her arm, cupping her face in my hand.I kissed her mouth.She tasted like toothpaste.
She closed her eyes, leaning into my touch.“Do you have to go somewhere?”
I shook my head, my hands roving under the shirt.No panties.Everything just laid out for me, like a perfect buffet of all my favorite foods.“Not right away.You have something in mind?”
I dropped the spoon into the batter when I saw the look of mischief in her eyes.“Not pancakes.At least not yet,” she said as she reached for the waistband of my boxers.She wrapped her hands around my ass and squeezed, then delved her hands under the band and started to tug them down.
So, she wanted me naked.I had no objections.She dropped my boxer briefs down to my feet, and I stepped out of them as she rose onto her toes and pressed gentle kisses to my neck.Then she turned over her palm and revealed a condom packet.
That made her intentions pretty damn clear.And I was game.
“I missed you,” she said, reaching for my hardening cock.“I want you again.”
I brought my hands down to her legs and lifted her shirt, finding her clit, and we just played with each other, leaning into each other’s hands.She wrapped her fingers around my dick tighter, and I made her jerk and squirm, eyes drifting closed as I found her sensitive spot.Her hands found my balls, gently caressing them.They tightened, and about a minute later, I felt myself careening full-speed toward another orgasm.
I pushed two fingers into her and she mewled, shifting to give me better access.
“Come up here,” I said, lifting her by the hips and planting her ass on the granite counter of the center island.
I ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it onto my rock-hard cock.Tossing the wrapper to the floor, I motioned her forward, wrapping her arms around my neck as I loosened that one strategically placed button and pulled open her shirt.I lifted it off her shoulders, letting it drop to the counter, capturing her hands in the fabric as she wrapped her legs around my back.Pulling her until her ass was off the counter, I let gravity do the rest of the work as she slid onto my waiting cock, enveloping it completely.
Gazes locked, we gasped together.She braced her lower back against the ridge of the counter, and I ripped her hands from the shirt, and moved my own under her ass, pulling her more tightly against me.I leaned down to kiss her beautiful, pink mouth, wet and ripe from all our lovemaking last night, and tugged at her bottom lip with my teeth.“You okay?”
She nodded, a look of fierce determination on her face.“Don’t hold back.Please.”
I did as she commanded, thrusting into her, making her beautiful tits sway to the rhythm.She moaned like an animal, clawing my back with her fingernails as I stroked into her with long, full movements.
I gripped her hips harder, biting, licking, sucking on her skin as I drilled my whole self into her.When I lifted my head to look at her, her eyes were glued to mine.There was pleasure on her face, mixed with something else.Something sad.
I forced back the intensity, leaned forward and kissed her lips, almost gently.
“You feel so good inside me,” she murmured, gripping my ass tightly to urge me deeper into her.“I wish this didn’t have to end.”
But itwasgoing to end.All of this.Was that what she was trying to say?
