Page 42 of The Hero Next Door

She pulled out her phone and started scrolling, but her gaze wandered back to him. He moved back and forth in front of the stove, shifting pancakes to a plate and it looked like he was stirring fried potatoes in her cast iron pan. There was a rug in front of the stove and one corner was flipped over. It was making her worry. “How do you know where you are stepping,” she asked, curious. “Watch the corner of the rug.”

Brian barked out a laugh. “I don’t always. If you’re with me for any length of time, you’ll see me go down.” He kicked at the corner, and it flopped back into place. “Those are the days I really miss my meat feet.”

Sage barked out a laugh and walked across to him. “Your meat feet? Seriously?”

Brian grinned, his eyes laughing. “You’ll find that amputees sometimes have a warped sense of humor. Somebody in rehab called them that and it stuck.”

“I suppose it’s appropriate though.”

Nodding, he turned back to the stove. “Even though I have phantom pains if I kick something, the synapses don’t connect enough to keep my feet right. It’s kind of fucked.”

She stroked his back, wishing he’d never had to deal with this.

He nudged her back and slipped on her purple oven mitts. Then he pulled the bacon from the oven and her mouth watered. He set it on a couple of trivets and began moving the strips to the paper-towel lined plate. Then he placed the other half package of bacon in the same pan, strip by strip, and put it back in the oven.

“What’s your favorite food,” she asked him.

“Bacon is pretty high up there,” he said, stealing a hot piece from the plate. “Pizza, of course. A lot of things I’m not supposed to eat,” he grinned.

She sighed. “Same. They make them so good, though.”

Brian pulled one more pancake off the pan and turned off the burner, then he pulled her into his arms. “Did you sleep well?”

“Well, for as long as someone let me,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. Brian shifted in front of her and leaned in, pressing her hips against the counter behind her. And just that quick, breakfast was forgotten. Their hands roved over each other. It had only been a few hours since they’d made love, but it seemed longer. Sage felt her body ready for him, and she reached for the tie of her robe.

Brian drew back enough to watch it fall open. She still had her sleep shirt on, but her peaked nipples were so evident. Leaning down, he licked at one through the fabric. Sage gasped, loving how he did that. Just a few touches and she was ready to go at it.

Brian ground into her and she nibbled up his neck. Then, surprising the crap out of her, he lifted her up by her ass and turned to set her on the marble island. Suddenly, his hips were aligned with hers. She spread her thighs, regretting having put underwear on. They were just in the way now. As his strong arms held her tight, she reached for the fastening of his jeans. It took her a few fumbles, but she managed to get the button open and the zipper down, and then he was filling her hand. She stroked him, loving the feel of the super soft skin of the outside, and the rock hardness within.

Brian reached down with one hand and tugged her panties to the side, then, shifting to the left, he aligned their hips. Catching her gaze, he gave her a crooked smile and sank into her body.

Sage had never had sex on a counter before, so she was surprised at how good it went, and how easily they meshed. They lined up perfectly, and he stroked something deep inside her that was going to make her melt.

“Oh, fuck me,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Then she had to lean back, propping her arms on the marble. Brian’s hands held her hips, pulling toward him as he pushed into her. Sensations were crashing through Sage faster than she could register them.

Then one of his hands moved and something brushed at her clit. Oh, his thumb. Sage cried out, her body jerking as he brought her orgasm that much closer. Her attention focused on his touch and the fire he was sending through her body. “You’re driving me crazy, Brian. But don’t stop, please. Don’t stop.”

He pounded into her and teased her body until she couldn’t take it anymore. With a cry, Sage fell back against the island, pleasure slamming through her, making her twist against his touch. But he kept gliding deep, and that touch was enough to keep little mini orgasms rolling.

Brian obviously felt her release, because his movements sharpened, and he hit deeper. Sage cried out as he gripped both her hips with his strong hands and pulled her tight into his own body. He rocked, there, obviously savoring the feel as her body pulled at his. With a hard moan, he came, his head rocked back on his shoulders and his teeth clenched.

Sage thought she might have bruises on her hips by the time he was done, but even if she did, it would be so worth it to see him come so hard. He sagged against her, his legs going weak, and she thought he was going to go down for a minute. Then he braced his legs, looking up at her.

“I think I…”

That was when the smoke alarm went off.

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Adam wrinkledhis nose as he walked into the apartment. “Why does it smell like burned bacon in here?”

“Well,” Sage said, fighting not to blush, “We might have burned some bacon, earlier.” He stared at her for a long minute, but she didn’t expound on it. “Did you have fun at Max’s?”

Adam launched into a long, detailed story and it sounded like he’d had a lot of fun.

Maybe not as much as she had.

Brian had left about an hour ago, promising that he would be back later tonight. She invited him for dinner, though she had no idea what she was cooking. It didn’t matter. Even though they’d spent all weekend together, she found herself glancing at the clock, wondering when he’d be back.

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