My fingers dive between us, unbuttoning his fly, tugging down the zipper, and pushing fabric aside until his member pops free, jutting up, as if eager to finally be joining the party. WhenI wrap my fist around his cock, Roderick’s growl morphs into a groan, and he rests his forehead on my collarbone. Each one of his panting breaths teases my wet, aching nipples.
A bead of moisture seeps from the tip of him, and I use the evidence of his arousal to help my grip pump up and down his length.
Roderick buries his face in my neck, palms moving to cup my ass. “I want inside,” he grumbles against my skin.
“Good thing I came prepared.” I reach over to my bag and extract a condom from the outer pocket.
If Roderick was going to form words into a response, he loses them to the growl that comes when I roll on the protection. This is secondary, not exactly necessary with the hormonal birth control I’m on, but I’m glad to have it anyway. More comfortable that I’m the one in charge of the contraception and that he didn’t try to convince me to go bare just because it might feel better for him.
Roderick always makes me feel safe in every possible way.
And, gods, it’s fucking hot.
I shiver with need, pressing my knees into the grass so I can lever myself up. Then gradually, inch by delicious inch, I lower myself back down. Only, this time, Roderick’s dick slips into my wet heat. I swear I can feel the length of him throbbing.
“Gods.” His word comes out harsh, like a curse. Then, “Juliet,” which sounds like a prayer.
He stretches me, and for a moment, I simply sit and enjoy the sensation. Then I set the pace that makes my insides want to melt, moaning encouragement when Roderick supports my thighs to help keep the rhythm.
“I want to fuck you forever,” I sob, brain addled from the pleasure.
“Yes,” he grunts. “Forever.” Roderick reaches between us to massage my clit. “Mine.”
And I come with that word ringing in my ears.
36
JULIET
I stare downat the invitation in my hand with cautious hope. The card consists of a creamy parchment with a golden shimmer, strategically placed maroon leaf tissue paper, and script I painstakingly lettered with my best fountain pen.
I know some people would find how long I spend crafting a single greeting card ridiculous, especially when paired with how short of a time the receiver appreciates my work. But that’s never mattered to me. I find the craft fun, and I have the sense that my messages carry more weight and vibrancy when conveyed by a handcrafted card.
So, maybe this one will result in an acceptance to my invitation.
As I walk down my street, I waver between asking her in person or placing the invitation in her mailbox, like I originally planned. I still haven’t decided when I reach the end of Hester’s driveway.
“She might be asleep,” I mutter, resigning myself to the mailbox.
It’s seven thirty in the morning, and just because she has a law practice in Pine Falls doesn’t mean she keeps normal working hours. How much legal defense do the folks of this town even need?
Still, with Thanksgiving in two days, I want my friend to know she has a place to go if she doesn’t already have other plans.
I’m reaching for her mailbox when the sound of a door opening has me twisting toward the front of Hester’s house.
I almost choke on my own tongue.
A naked man strolls out. And not naked in the he’s-still-wearing-briefs way. This guy is as bare as the day he was born.
A lot more tattoos than what he had that day though.
I might be able to recognize him if I could tear my eyes away from his dick. The thing is just hanging there, in the cool Pine Falls morning air.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen a penis. Not by a long shot.
But I never expected to glance the way of Hester’s front porch and find myself confronted with a man’s dangling bits.
But here we are.
