CHAPTER 7

TOMMY

Being woken by my Sprite and her hot as fuck mouth would go down in my memory bank as one of my favourite memories. The woman knew what she liked and what she wanted, and she wasn’t shy in making it known. I found that I enjoyed it when she got bossy in bed. It’s not something I’d ever had. Most of the sex I’d had in my life had been on a mutual understanding that it was once and once only. A way to fill a mutual need and that was it.

There was something to be said about having sex with someone you were starting to feel something for. This feeling in my chest when it came to Lana had taken me by surprise. I never thought I’d ever want to be with someone, and I sure as shit never intended to have kids. I mean, with a father like I’d had, I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to be a good one. Although I’d sure as fuck know what not to do. Top of the list would be that I’d definitely not beat my kid until he had to be taken to the hospital.

And now I was lying in her bed thinking that having kids with her wouldn’t be half bad. If I had her to keep me on the straight and narrow, I could do it. I’d had more years with Uncle Colm than I’d had with my father. I figured he’d be there to give me advice.

‘Jesus,’ I thought, wiping a hand down my face, but all that did was remind me of the deliciousness I’d just had perched on top of me. Once my Sprite had got over being embarrassed, she’d enjoyed the fuck out of riding my face.

“Come on,” she nudged me. “It’s time to get up and get started on the food or we won’t be eating today. And after last night and this morning, I’m going to need food.”

“Well then, let’s go,” I agreed, getting up and out of the bed, pulling her along with me. Picking her up, I tossed her over my shoulder. Grimacing slightly at the pain in my ribs. On the whole, I was doing better than expected, but I still hurt all the same, the road rash being the worst as it started tightening up as it healed.

Walking to the bathroom, I set her down on the bathmat, holding her steady as the blood that had rushed to her head when I’d had her over my shoulder settled.

“Ugh,” she muttered, slapping at my stomach. “That shit may seem romantic, but the head rush you get from it is crap.”

Chuckling, I started the water for the shower waiting for it to warm up.

I don’t think I’ve laughed so much in years as I’ve laughed in the last few days.

Sticking my hand in the shower to test the water, I found it hot enough and got in, tugging her along behind me. Smiling as she stuck her entire head under and stood there with the water cascading down her body, darkening her red hair.

‘She is so beautiful.’

Wiping the water from her face, she stepped out and caught me watching her.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing, I was just thinking that you’re beautiful.”

She flushed, dipping her head shyly, smiling, “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Sprite, I’m just speaking the truth.”

The smile she sent me was blinding with happiness. Picking up her body wash, I squirted some on her loofah and proceeded to wash her. This was another first for me—I’d never cared enough nor trusted any of my previous my bed partners to even attempt anything like this. The appreciative noises coming from Lana while making my cock stand up and take notice were making me happy. I liked knowing that what I was doing was appreciated.

“Turnabout’s fair play,” Lana said, taking the loofah from me and running it over my chest, down my abs towards my legs.

“Jesus,” she muttered, her forehead hitting my chest, before she tilted her head up at me, resting her chin on my chest, “does that thing ever go down? Are you sure you’re forty-five because I don’t think your cock’s got the message.”

Howling with laughter at her words, I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. I had to agree. It had been a long time since I’d been able to get hard so often and I put it all down to the delightful package in my arms, who was watching me laugh with amusement lighting up her eyes.

Bending slightly, I gripped the back of her thighs and lifted her up, her legs automatically went around my waist bringing her hot pussy in alignment with my cock. With a gentle thrust of my hips, I nudged at her opening.

“It’s all you, Sprite,” I assured her with amusement.

She grinned at me, gripping the hair at the back of my head, she brought my head down to her.

“Well, then, Mr. O’Shea, let me take care of it for you. Kiss me and fuck me quick because I’m hungry and not just for your cock.”

Who was I to argue with her? An O’Shea man didn’t keep his lady waiting.