Page 73 of Tangled Up

“Okay!” she yells, throwing a quilt over my head.

“Here you go.” The door opens, and her aunt peeks her head inside. “Are you dressed?”

“I’m in my robe!” Carly’s voice is too loud, and I’m lying on my back with a quilt over me doing my best not to laugh.

“Okay, well, I’m headed up to the church to drop off these leftover items. I’ve made fresh coffee, and you can tell Beckham the scones are in the oven.”

“Ah… sure! I’ll just… shoot him a text!”

“Or you could just tell him right there in the bed beside you.” Her aunt’s voice is flat, and I chuckle.

“What do you mean?” Carly’s voice goes high.

“You don’t have to sneak around, Caroline. You’re a grown woman. I can see his big… feet.”

My hands shoot to cover my junk beneath the quilt. Her aunt’s voice pretty much wilted my morning wood, but I still have a semi going on.

The door closes, and I hear Aunt Viv call, “Don’t stay in bed all day.”

Carly drops to the bed with a groan, and I sit up, letting the quilt fall to my lap. “Come here.” I pull her into my arms and she leans back, looking up at me. “You are adorable, you know that?”

Her nose wrinkles, and she squeezes her eyes shut. “I don’t know why I feel like a teenager who just got busted sleeping with her boyfriend.”

“You’re not a teenager, but you did get busted.” I kiss the tip of her cute little nose before lifting her to her feet and swatting her cute little ass. “Let’s get those scones then head over to my house.”

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“Yes!” Carly screams as she holds the edge of the bar. “Oh, God, yes!”

Her top is down, and her small breasts bounce as I drive into her from behind. I grip her hips, jerking her to me and doing my best to hold out until she finishes.

Her skirt is flipped over her heart-shaped ass, and she pushes against me, bouncing on my dick like it’s a fucking ride. I can’t take much more of this, until with a loud moan, her hand stretches across the bar in front of us, and her sweet pussy breaks into spasms all around my cock.

I release with a low growl, leaning forward as the orgasm surges through my pelvis with so much force. Damn this sexy woman. She’d been kissing my neck and flipping her skirt up the whole walk to my house, giving me little glimpses of her bare ass, firing my blood and teasing my cock.

We barely made it through the door before I pushed her against the bar in the kitchen and ripped off that thong so I could fill her with my dick.

Coming down now, I wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her back against my chest and kissing the side of her neck.

“Mm…” She sighs, and I hear a smile in her voice. “Just what I needed, fast and dirty.”

It makes me smile. “My dirty girl. I told you not to tease me like that.”

“You fuck me like it’s the air you breathe.”

“It is.” I nip her ear with my teeth. “You’re mine.”

Her hand slides up to my cheek, and she pulls my lips to hers. Our mouths meet, and she turns to face me, kissing me roughly. I cup my hands around her cheeks and kiss her with equal force, pulling her lips with mine and biting the side of her jaw.

I slide my fingers into her hair and kiss her temple, her forehead. My decision to put a ring on her finger has been buzzing in my mind all day. We had breakfast, strolled around town, stopped in to say hello to Henry, then came back here, after that walk…Shit.

I know how to make her come, but damn if she doesn’t know how to make me ravenous.

“Be right back.” She rises on tiptoes to kiss my lips before skipping to the hall bathroom.

I reach down to straighten my jeans before stepping over to the kitchen cabinet. “Want a glass of wine?”

The toilet flushes, and she’s back with me as I pour us each a chilled glass of white wine. She takes it and sips as she walks into the living room of my family home like she belongs here—because she does.

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