“I’ll leave you my truck while I’m gone,” I say, running a hand up and down her back. “So you can get to work.”
She nods against my chest. “Thank you.” Then she shifts on top of me and groans. “I need another shower.”
My hand trails down her back, over the curve of her ass to her pussy. I can feel my cum leaking out of her, and I rub it back inside, completely aware of how possessive the gesture feels.
I’m going to knock her up. I want to put my baby in her belly. The image of her pregnant with my kid makes my dick hard again.
She giggles, wiggling her ass on my growing erection. “Again?”
“Seems that way.” I stand, lifting her with me. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her down the hall, her head nestled in the crook of my neck.
“You’re insatiable,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.
“You love it, butterfly,” I reply, kicking open our bedroom door.
I drop her onto the bed, watching as she bounces slightly on the mattress. Her pink hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and a hickey is forming on the side of her neck.
She looks thoroughly fucked, and it’s sexy as hell.
“Come here,” she says, holding her arms out to me.
I crawl onto the bed, covering her small body with mine, already thinking about all the ways I’m going to make her come again.
“I’m going to miss you while you’re gone,” she whispers, her fingers tracing the tattoo on my chest.
“I’ll miss you too,” I admit, capturing her hand and bringing it to my lips. “But I’ll be back before you know it.”
She smiles up at me, and my chest tightens with an emotion I’m not ready to name yet.
“And when I get back,” I tell her, nuzzling the soft skin behind her ear, “I’m gonna fuck you in every room of this house. Again.”
Her breath hitches, her body shifting restlessly beneath mine. “Promise?”
I grin against her neck as my cock slips inside her.
“Promise, butterfly. Now, shut up and let me fuck you.”
CHAPTER TEN
Pullingunder the carport in Aaron’s truck, I sigh with relief. It was a long day at the salon, and I’m exhausted.
Don’t get me wrong. Working feels good—like I’m finally getting my life back after months of hiding. I kill the engine and dangle my legs out the door, looking at the ground below.
God, I hate this monster truck. Not that I’m not grateful for Aaron letting me use it while he’s away, but seriously—who needs a vehicle this high off the ground? Getting in requires a running jump that makes me look like an idiot. Getting out is easier, at least. I just let gravity do its thing and pray I don’t face-plant on the pavement.
I slip off the seat and land with a little thud, my boots hitting the concrete. An icy gust of wind slaps me across the face, and I shiver violently.
“Jesus Jumpin’ Jupiter!” I hug my new parka tighter around me. Three weeks in Missouri and I’m still not used to this bone-chilling cold.
Clutching Aaron’s keys in my hand, I hurry to the door and fumble to unlock it. My fingers are already stiff from a few seconds of exposure.
Closing the door behind me, I start toward the kitchen, then freeze mid-step.
“Shoot!” I spin back to the door, locking it quickly. Aaron made me promise I’d keep the door locked and the security system armed while he was gone. Biting my lip, I punch in the code on the keypad.
“Double shoot!” I mutter when I realize I forgot to set the darn thing when I left for work this morning. Aaron would have a shit fit if he knew.
