Chapter Eleven

Cullen

I RUSHED OUT of the room, pulling the bedroom door closed, and arriving in the foyer just as Cricket walked in, obviously having used her key. “Ah, not a good time, sissy,” I said, cornering her in the foyer.

“Whose car is outside?” she asked, dropping her purse on my side table and shoving by me.

“Cricket, you need to go.”

Hatch glanced my way, then wrapped an arm around my sister’s waist. “Right, Christina, now’s obviously not a good time, we’re gonna go.”

“Why? Who’s here?”

“We’ll talk to you later, brother,” Hatch said, and virtually carried our sister back out my front door.

I closed and locked the door again, and Helena peeked her head into the hall. “All clear?”

“Yeah, baby, they’re gone.”

She made her way toward me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Close one, huh?”

I chuckled. “My sister has always had the worst—”

“I knew it!” Cricket squeaked, and Helena and I jumped apart like two teenagers caught with our pants down.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Cricket,” I hissed, guiding Helena behind me. “What the fuck!”

“I forgot my purse,” she said, reaching for it still sitting on the side table by the door.

Helena dropped her head between my shoulder blades, and I could hear her quiet chortle.

“Fucking hell, Cricket,” Hatch growled. “Sorry, brother, she actually outwitted me this time.”

“You’re getting slow in your old age,” Cricket sassed. “And you need to lock your door, Cullen.”

“Out!” I snapped. “Both of you.”

“But we haven’t had a chance to catch up since all of the shit got cleared up.”

“We can do that next week when we take you out to dinner,” I said.

“But I want to get to know Helena.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“How about you and I grab lunch soon?” she suggested, moving out from behind me.

Cricket grinned. “I would love that.”

“Grab your purse, sissy, and do not let yourself in again or I’m taking back my key,” I threatened.

She slid it over her arm with a sassy smile, and I realized right then she’d left it on purpose. “Gotcha.”

“I swear to Christ, if I didn’t love you so much…”

“Oh, I’m fully aware,” she retorted, hugging me then Helena. “My job here is done. Have fun you two.”

Hatch rolled his eyes.

“Sorry about that, sweetheart,” he said to Helena.

“It’s totally fine,” she said, grinning, and then he walked out the door as well.

I locked the door once again, only this time I engaged the alarm as well before facing Helena again. “I’m so sorry.”

She suddenly collapsed against me into uncontrollable giggles.

“Okay, so you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” she asked, looking up at me. “Your sister’s hilarious.”

“She’s a scourge.”

“Cullen, you don’t really believe that, do you?”

“No.” I sighed. “Yes. Maybe?”

She laughed. “No harm done. Come on, let me feed you and then we can do more of what we just did.”

“Wait, you’re really not mad that my sister nearly walked in on us fucking?”

“I don’t think she’d have gone that far.”

“You don’t know Cricket,” I countered.

Helena slid her hands up my chest and smiled. “She knew exactly what she was doing leaving her purse on that table. She might be nosy, but she does have boundaries.”

“Well, we need to set better boundaries, Helena.”

She shrugged. “Well, you can talk to her about that when you take her to dinner this week, but for now, let me get some food in you.”

I leaned down to kiss her. “Or, we could just head back and do more of what we were doing before we were so rudely interrupted.”

“And risk your sister letting herself in again because she forgot a chapstick a month ago?” she challenged.

“Shit, good thinking.”

She patted my chest. “I’ll get everything prepped and we’ll take a break once we know the coast is clear.”

“I like your thinking.” I kissed her one more time, then we headed into the kitchen and went about prepping dinner.

* * *

Helena

Prepping dinner hadn’t gone quite as planned considering we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, so in the end, I grabbed the tongs I’d been using to turn the potatoes currently roasting in the oven and waved them toward him. “Can you provide me three orgasms in…” I glanced at the timer, “…twelve minutes?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he promised.

“Let’s go,” I ordered, dropping the tongs in the sink and making a run for his bedroom.

I heard his bellow of a laugh before his heavy footfalls as he followed, and then we were each tearing at one another’s clothing.

His hand was in my T-shirt, and the warmth of it cupped my breast. I couldn’t stop a gasp as I stilled. I was still braless from our earlier sexcapades, so he had easy access, and I melted when the rough skin of his palm slid across my nipple.

“Fuck, you have the best tits,” he rasped, as he leaned down to kiss me.

“I can’t take credit for those,” I panted into his mouth as he rolled a nipple between his fingers.

Curling one arm around the back of his head, my other arm tight around his back, I leaned into his touch, begging for more. He moved his mouth down my neck, kissing the dimple at the base of my throat, and guiding me backward to the mattress. The second the back of my knees touched the bed, Cullen turned me away from him, and I whimpered with need.

He kissed the back of my neck. “Spread your legs, beautiful.”

I did as I was told and was rewarded with his fingers dipping inside of me as his other hand slid from my breast down my ribs, my belly, and then he bent into me so he could finger my clit with his free hand.

I swallowed hard as I ground down on his hands.

“Fuck,” he growled, sliding his fingers out and then going back in again.

He finger fucked me for only a few seconds before he pushed me down, cheek to his duvet, and I heard the rip of the condom package. “God, yes,” I hissed, as he slid into me from behind.

“You good?” Cullen breathed out as he buried himself deep.

“Yes. Fuck me, honey,” I begged, arching back into his thrusts.

“Jesus,” he hissed as he slammed into me again as he grabbed my breast and twisted my nipple, his cock pounding. “You keep calling me honey and I’m gonna come like a teenager.”

“Then, come… honey. ”

He took me there, only letting himself go when I’d climaxed twice, after he’d managed to make me come once with his dick and once with his fingers on my clit.

Kissing me on the back of my neck again, he pulled out of me gently. “Gonna get rid of the condom. I’ll give you one more—”

The timer beeped before he could finish.

“ And we’re out of time,” I teased, turning to face him as I leaned against the bed for support.

He grinned. “Two seconds. I’ll get rid of this, turn off the timer and give you one more, then we’ll finish dinner.”

I chuckled. “Deal.”

He rushed through his chores, and I headed into this bathroom to clean up, then he met me back in the bedroom to continue our fuck fest.

* * *

I was on all fours, but I reached one arm out, hand flat against Cullen’s wooden headboard. He was behind me, fucking me hard. I was close.

“Brace, baby,” he warned, and I grabbed the headboard with two hands as he gripped the fleshy parts of my hips and slammed into me hard twice and I cried out his name. Again. This was my second orgasm since he’d turned off the timer and I had a feeling dinner might be forgotten.

Cullen dropped to a hip at my side and pulled me over him, kissing me gently as we both came down.

I ran my tongue over his pulse. God, I loved the taste of him. Salty, musky, all man. “It is highly possible I might just fall in love with you.”

He chuckled, his arm stroking my bottom. “You’re already in love with me.”

I slid my hand between his legs. “I’m definitely in love with your dick.”

Cullen kissed me again. “It loves you back.”

“Next time, my place, okay?”

“Absolutely.”

His stomach growled (loudly) and I laughed. “Maybe I should feed you, hm?”

Cullen rolled me onto my back, kissing me again. “One more round.”

“On your back,” I demanded. “I’m gonna ride you.”

“Hell, yeah,” he breathed out, rolling over.

I straddled him, wrapping my hand around his cock, and guiding the tip inside, impaling myself until he filled me. I groaned in sweet relief. He raised up, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby.”

“So are you,” I rasped.

His eyes were passionate, deep, like he was claiming me.

“Move, baby,” he begged.

My gaze held his captive as I braced my hands on his shoulders and raised up, then down again. He held me close so my body could slide against his as I rode him, his hand moving to the back of my head guiding it down, so my lips met his.

His deep groans mixed with my soft breaths as our bodies moved. I could not get enough of this man. His arm slid over my belly and down and then his thumb hit the spot and holy mother of god, I nearly came apart.

I mewed, my head automatically dropping back only to be caught by Cullen’s other hand and gently pushed forward so my lips were back on his, my mews sounding in his mouth. I kept riding him, faster, faster even as I came.

I didn’t stop because I knew Cullen wasn’t there. I moved my hands from his shoulders to cup his face, watching him through my orgasm induced glow. His face was intense, starved almost. I kissed him, running my tongue over the seam of his lips, and then he shoved his into my neck, holding me down on his dick and I felt him pulsate inside of me. He let out a deep grunt, the sound shuddering against my skin.

After a few minutes, he loosened the arm around my waist but continued to hold me close as his mouth moved up along my neck. I arched so he could get more access, and he continued down to draw a nipple into his mouth.

His stomach rumbled again, and it broke our orgasm haze, but we couldn’t help but laugh.

“I really think I need to feed you,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, probably a good idea.”

I kissed him and climbed off so he could get rid of the condom.

“I’m on the pill, by the way,” I said, as we cleaned up. “I haven’t been with anyone in three years, but I have my yearly OB appointment next week, so I was going to get a full bloodwork panel done while I’m there so we can go without condoms if you want.”

Cullen grinned. “I went down to the clinic and did bloodwork yesterday. Should have the results any day.”

“Really? I thought you said it had been fifteen years for you.”

“Oh, it has, but I wanted to show you that I’m taking our relationship seriously and I’d never do anything to jeopardize you.”

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”

He grinned, kissing me gently. “You’re easy to please.”

I slid my hand between his legs. “Getting this without a barrier? God, yes.”

Things started to heat up again, until his stomach let out another loud growl. I leaned down and poked him gently in the navel. “Okay, okay. I’ll feed you.”

Cullen laughed. “We’ll be quick. I’m not done with you.”

We dressed as fast as we could, then I fed my man.