“Oh no,” I warn, “you touch me, and this will be over before it even starts.” She lies back down. “It’s enough that when I sink my cock into you, I have to close my eyes for a second.” She giggles as I pull down my shorts, and my cock springs free. I fall on her, kissing her lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She moves her hips up and down, her pussy rubbing the back of my shaft, making me groan into her mouth. I move back, getting on my knees as she bends hers and opens for me. “Put me in you,” I instruct her. She moves her hand between us, gripping the base of my cock, rubbing it up and down through her slit, before placing me in her entrance, and I push my hips forward. My cock slides into her. I pull out and then slide in again. “Fuck.”
“Is it not good?” she asks as she raises her head to look at me.
“It’s better than good,” I breathe out, teeth clenched and trying not to go too fast, but not being able to stop myself. She puts her hands on my hips as I hold her ankle in one hand. “It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.” I move faster now. She puts her leg up and over my shoulder, her hand in the middle of my chest as I fuck her.
“You’re holding back,” she states. “Why?”
“I don’t want it to end,” I admit to her.
“Don’t hold back. Fuck me like you wanted to fuck me.” I lean forward, putting my hands by her shoulders. “Fuck me like you’ve dreamed about fucking me.”
I look into her eyes, pulling out and then slamming into her over and over again, until I feel her there alongside me. Until she closes her eyes and then opens them again to stare into mine. “It’s so good.” She licks her lips and moves her hand to play with her clit. “It’s—” She stops talking as she comes on my cock. She pulses, making it so hard to pull out, and all I can do is withdraw halfway. My thrusts become shorter and shorter, but increase in intensity. “I’m there,” I tell her, and she wraps both hands around my forearms as I pull out to the tip and then slam back in. She moans out again and bites her lower lip as I come in her. My mouth crashes down on hers, and I pull out a bit and thrust into her again. I give her everything I have to give. Finally, I plant myself to the root and then don’t move.
“That was . . .” She wraps her arms and legs around me tightly. I have never had someone hug me like this before, like she doesn’t want to let go. I don’t want to let her go either.
“I promise the next time will be better,” I assure her, and she laughs. “Round two is always better than round one.”
“I’m not sure about that,” she replies as I slip out of her.
I fall on top of her. My cock is still hard. “I need a shower.”
She grins. “This seems like déjà vu.” She rolls off the bed and then strips her shirt over her head. “I’ll start the shower.” My eyes go to her ass as she looks over her shoulder. “You can pretend to be doing whatever and then join me.”
I get off the bed, rushing to her and wrapping my arms around her, my hand going to the lower part of her stomach, holding them both in my hands. It fills my chest so full, it almost hurts to breathe. I kiss her shoulder as we get into the bathroom, where round two is way better than round one.
I get out of the shower while Collins is washing her hair. “I’m going to start breakfast.”
The corners of her lips curl up. “I thought you ate breakfast already,” she says, making me laugh. “Twice.”
“I meant for you and the baby.” I pull my shorts on. “Come down when you’re done. Unless”—I give her a once-over—“you want to eat in bed.”
“No, I’ll be down.” I nod at her, backing out of the bathroom and heading downstairs to the kitchen.
The sun shines through the window above the kitchen sink, filling the room as I move around the island and toward the coffee machine. I start the coffee before I look in the fridge and take out the bacon and sausage. I put them on a baking sheet and into the oven before I take a sip of coffee.
I snatch up my phone from the counter and step out onto the back porch, going to the small two-seater couch. The phone rings in my hand at the same time I put my coffee cup down on the small wicker table in the middle of the seating area.
“It’s 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday.”
“Yeah,” Caleb huffs out. His not laughing means it’s not a good call. “Sorry to call you so early, but I knew you’d be pissed if I didn’t tell you.”
“Oh shit.” I sit up, looking out into the distance of nothing but trees.
“The house, the one on New Haven, was broken into, and they took all the tools.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. We’ve been working on that house for the past two weeks. “I thought we told the guys to load up at night and lock it all in the trailer.”
“They did. Trailer was broken into. A shitty job, but they got what they wanted to get.”
“Shit.” I sit back. “How much did they take off with?”
“Not that much—the handsaw, the hand drills, a couple of other things.” I close my eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I’m thinking we’re being targeted.”
“Yeah,” I reply in a whisper.
“You still think it’s that chick, or do you think it’s the Cartwrights?” My stomach tightens.
