Page 42 of Extra Witchy

“You’re getting so wet and squirming so much. It’s incredibly hot.”

“So is your mouth.Pleasestop talking.” The truth was, even the rumble of his voice felt good, but she needed more.

He pulled back long enough to strip off his boxers, then he returned to her, and stroking her just so, his body hanging over hers. Leanne pulled him down on top of her, twining their legs together. Then he rocked against her, seeming in no hurry to push inside. More tantalizing thrusts, and he shuddered, so hard that it must have been torture. She couldn’t remember ever wanting to fuck more in her life.That’s it.Leanne shoved him back and straddled him, taking charge the way nature had designed her.

Trev’s lips parted, but no sound came out as she sank on his throbbing cock. He clutched her hips and then shifted the touch to a slow and gentle massage, rubbing her butt as she rode him. It felt so good that she wanted to scream, but she bit him instead, marking his shoulder with hungry teeth. That snapped the last of his control, evidently, and he pushed up as she dropped on him. Their bodies made slippery, liquid sounds with each movement, and he couldn’t hold in the groans, nonsense promises of the filthy things he’d do to her next. Everything about this man drove her wild.

His cock was fucking glorious.

Maybe it was shallow, but she loved riding it, rolling her hips just right until her clit rubbed against him perfectly. And he knew exactly when to thrust, exactly when to hold still—that was when she ground down in a tight circle. Then there were the kisses, drugging and soulful, each time he could reach her mouth. He breathed hard and fast, the sounds gone urgent and uncontrolled. Partners who fucked in silence didn’t do it for her; she needed to hear their pleasure to get there herself. The sounds played into her own satisfaction, filthy, delicious stimuli driving her out of control.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she gasped, brushing her hair over one shoulder.

The orgasm built up as he shaped her back, dragging his fingers down her spine. She watched his face, drinking in his dazed pleasure, the way he spilled for her without even trying to stop it. Trev got there a little ahead, his body going rigid, and she felt the pulsing heat of his come deep inside her. She rubbed her clit frantically, peaking with a moan right after he did. Her heart thundered in her ears, and she would’ve fallen over if he hadn’t caught her, cradling her in his arms with absolute reverence.

“That was one hell of a wedding present,” he said, breathless.

Leanne smiled, closing her eyes. “Guess I can return the ceramic knife set, then.”

Tickling fingers scraped over her ribs. “Don’t you dare.”

“Mmm. I’m too tired and blissed out to mess with you more tonight. Probably it’s the sex haze talking, but your dick is flawless, seriously.”

Trev burst out laughing. “I’m so putting that on my business card, whenever I figure out what job suits me.”

“Being my husband suits you.”

“That’s not a job.”

“Isn’t it? Because you totally aced the interview and accepted the position.”

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A week later, Trev was back in his own life.

Oddly enough, it didn’tfeelthe same. At Leanne’s invitation, he’d moved into the main bedroom, and they’d set up his game console in the guest room, configuring it as a place where he could hang out if he wanted to game while she watched something in the living room. It was incredibly sweet, an accommodation she didn’t need to make when he contributed so little.

Or at least that was how he felt when she went off to work. He started getting up when she did to make her breakfast and pack her a lunch. Hell, if his dad got wind of this, he’d be calling Trev a pretty little wife. Gender roles were bullshit, but both Dad and Tanner went all in on them, and his mom never contradicted them. Now that he had some distance from his family, he entertained the idea that maybehewasn’t the problem.

They’re toxic.

The condo was so quiet. He studied his phone, scrolling through the gallery of wedding photos. Seven pictures, proving he’d really flown off to Vegas and gotten married without saying a word to anyone.That’s one way to get out of a rut.Gathering his courage, he chose the best photo and sent it to Titus with the caption:Guess what I did last weekend?

It didn’t take long before his phone rang. At this hour, Titus was normally up to his elbows in baked goods, and the fact that he was actuallycalling?Yeah, the dude must be intervention-level worried.

“What did you do?” Titus demanded, as soon as Trev picked up.

“It’s not a costume party, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Did you seriously get married without me? What the hell, I thought we were friends.”

He blinked a bit over that. In all honesty, he expected to hear how foolish and impulsive he was, but it sounded like…Titus was hurt? “We are.”

“But you didn’t tell me, didn’t ask me to be your best man, or even invite me to watch a livestream of the occasion. You always know what’s going on with me. I told you everything about me and Danica, about my dad, and…fuck. You’re my first call whenever I need a friend, but I guess you don’t feel the same way.”

Oh shit.

“I’m sorry,” Trev got out. “Truly. I guess I thought I was more…convenient than anything else. I didn’t know that I…”

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