Chapter 10

10

H e settled me on the edge of the sturdy table behind me and shoved my thighs apart, stepping between them. I linked my ankles behind his back, moaning as I ran my hands over his muscular body.

God, how was it possible that this man could be so perfect?

“Got to be quick, doll. I’m sorry,” he rumbled.

I didn’t care so long as he was inside of me.

He gripped my shorts and pulled them down my legs, groaning appreciatively when he saw I was wearing a thong. He kissed me again, his tongue probing mine. I clutched tightly at his shoulders.

“Fucking love easy access,” he rasped as he shoved my thong to the side and dipped his fingers in my sopping core.

I made quick work of his belt buckle before I pulled his thick shaft out of his jeans. Impatiently, he batted my hands away, shoved my thong to the side again, and slid deep inside of me.

He covered my mouth with his hand as I cried out. “God, you’re so fucking loud,” he groaned before he kissed me, fucking me with punishing thrusts. All I could do was grip his cut and kiss him back, allowing him to keep me quiet all while he bruised my pelvic bone.

As soon as I came around him, he came with me, groaning into our kiss, his hips jerking against mine as he soaked my walls with his cum.

The sound of movement upstairs had him cursing and moving back from me, his cum leaking out of me.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” he groaned as he bent to pick my shorts up off the floor.

“You made a mess,” I muttered, keeping my voice low so whoever was up wouldn’t hear us.

He flashed me that perfect grin that always melted my insides. “I like cleaning you up, too.” He gave me a quick kiss as he quickly helped me into my shorts. “Wish I could spend the time to do it today.”

He backed up from me just as Wren stepped downstairs, shrugging his cut onto his shoulders. He inclined his head to us. “Your old lady just came out the room,” he said quietly, striding towards the bar where I had a fresh pot of coffee ready for them. He lifted the pot to me. “Thanks, girly.”

Elijah muttered a curse when his wife emerged downstairs. I moved away from him, heading towards the stairs to go clean myself up. I was tired. I wanted to sleep, and I wanted some more damn time to myself.