His eyes roll back and his hips begin to move to match my rhythm. “If you’re serious, I think we could work that out. Sounds kind of fun, actually.”
He’s fully erectnow, so I press down on him a little harder through his shorts. “What about me? Don’t you want to make a replica of my pussy to take to New Zealand with you?”
He leans forward, pulls his jockey shorts off, and tosses them to the bathroom floor. Then he leans back, putting his hands back at my waist. “Now that’s a great idea.”
I’m still running my fingers through his hair and with his shorts out of the way, I can feel him better and rub my slit along his shaft. The skin-to-skin contact makes me impatient as hell, but I want to tease him just a little bit more. “I could bend over and arch my back while you make a mold of my pussy. How does that sound?”
He’s breathing harder as his hand drops to his cock. I feel the tip first, then the rest of him glide into me. I toss my head back with a moan and thrust my hips harder against him. His hips match my every move as I run my fingernails down his neck and across his shoulders.
As I gyrate on him, his mouth comes to my breast. “Yeah, baby, like that. I’m going to fill that pretty little pussy. You want that, don’t you, baby?”
When he gives my hard nipple a gentle bite, I switch to a back-and-forth motion, rubbing my clit against him with each stroke and it feels so damn good.
“Let me hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”
He bites playfully on my other nipple, only harder, almost crossing the line into the realm of pain while he thrusts his cock deeper inside me. Something about it is primal and it draws a high-pitched moan from me.
“Say the words,” he growls. “What do you want?”
“I want your come inside me,” I exhale. I claw at his back. “I want you to fill my pussy.”
I grab fistfuls of his hair as I move faster, harder, while he matches my every move thrust for thrust. He’s so deep and I scream, “I’m going to… Oh God, don’t stop. It’s so—”
His cock throbs and he groans as his powerful hands pull my hips down onto his dick and he pumps his hot liquid into me. Feeling his cock throbbing with each release pushes me over the edge. I arch as a cry escapes my lips with a wave of hot pleasure that makes my whole body tremble.
Just when I think it’s over, he thrusts one more time with a low, loud growl that sends shivers down my spine and a new cascade of ecstasy bursts through me. I pull his hair as my body quivers uncontrollably and scream, “Riggs!” His fingers press into my hips as my pussy clamps down on his throbbing cock and he shoots his final load inside me.
“Fuck,” he moans, releasing his grip on my sides. I think he might have left bruises, but if he did, it was so worth it.
We just sit here, his dick still throbbing inside me as we try to catch our breath. “What the fuck was that?” I finally manage. “Back to back orgasms?I didn’t know that was even possible.”
He looks like the little boy who just hit the game-winning home run for his Little League team. “You’re welcome.” The cute as hell, proud-as-a-man-can-be grin he’s sporting is beyond adorable and I can’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss him.
He kisses me back and I can’t help wondering what I’m going to do when this man is gone.
CHAPTER 37
Riggs
The week is over, and I’m left with a single thought, I wish I had more time.
After Maddie went to work Monday morning, I was all set to have the money transferred into Keegan’s bank account, but he told me to hold off until his accountant could establish a business account at the local bank. I was surprised to learn that Zane’s wife, Chelsea, is his new accountant. Apparently, she’s everyone’s accountant around here. Keegan said he got Chelsea’s standard deal—the first six months free while the business gets off the ground, then she starts charging. I told him that’s a hell of a deal. These really are good people.
By the time I set up the sixty-thousand-dollar line of credit through Masters Roofing Supply, his new bank account was ready for my wire transfer. Keegan also rented the house next to Rhonda’s place, purchased a reasonably priced used truck, ordered some magnetic signs for the doors, and put Chelsea in charge of all the business funds. He said if the money has to go through her, he and Josh won’t betempted to make dumb decisions. That setup also ensured their dad couldn’t get his hands on any of it. I thought that was smart, and I was equally impressed when they spent a few days posting flyers around town and they even ran a small ad inThe Caller. Sweetbriar Hollow Roofing is up and running and Maddie couldn’t be happier about it. It’s one more thing she doesn’t have to worry about, and besides that, she seems to be getting along with them just fine. The whole thing is a win-win for everyone.
And speaking ofThe Caller, I picked one up along with a breakfast bagel and was more excited than I probably should have been when I saw the results. Maddie is Team Olivia, and I’m Team Sophia, so I did a little fist-pump when I read that Sophia kicked Olivia’s ass. Not only that, but my team took the top spot, and to my credit, I only purchased two jars.
On Tuesday, a customer at the fabric store told Rhonda and Maddie that Joe Emmerson’s bunkmate, twenty-two-year-old Bryce Stoddard, came down with a bad case of gonorrhea too. I was surprised when Maddie explained that six cowboys lived in a bunkhouse at Zane’s ranch. I didn’t know cattle ranches still did that sort of thing. Anyway, the same customer, an older woman who apparently is the only piano teacher in Sweetbriar, confirmed that all four women have the STD. Now everyone is wondering who gave it to whom. Did the new guy, Bryce, give it to one of the girls then she gave it to Joe Emmerson and that’s how it spread, or did something else happen that we don’t know about? Either way, the Jam Opera keeps getting better.
I managed to try everything on The Fool’s Grill menu and didn’t find a single dish I didn’t love. I also discovered that the pizza place on Main Street, called Thrice Slice, has a pizza menuthat’s just as crazy but also just as good. Their spinach and crab stuffed mushrooms on a feta cheese pizza accompanied by a blend of muenster, provolone, and mozzarella cheeses was insanely good. Maddie introduced me to the owner who turned out to be one of her friends from high school. I thought Delilah May sounded like a porn star’s name, and the girl was attractive enough to be one, but she was a legit chef who had traveled to Italy to learn from the best. When Maddie explained that the mayor paid for Delilah’s European culinary adventure with city funds just so Main Street could have one more awesome business, I could hardly believe it. It’s smart, especially when you consider how many people come down from Portland for the small town’s impressive shopping and foodie options, but I don’t typically see elected officials who think outside the box like this. Elsie would love it, which makes me want to bring her here for a visit when Ash and I return from New Zealand.
When I visited Maddie at work on Wednesday, I met her boss, Ms. Southerby. She’s like a woman out of the Victorian era—very proper. I also got to see her photo album of all the dresses Maddie has made. I’m no expert, but to me they were stunning.
As I flipped through the laminated pages, I kept wondering why Ms. Southerby kept the album since making the dresses was Maddie’s side hustle. But Rhonda explained how they use the photos to show customers what can be accomplished with a good sewing machine like the ones they sell at the shop. She said it seals the deal every time.
I walked out of the small fabric shop with a new appreciation for Maddie’s talent as a seamstress. I don’t know fashion, but to me,everything she made looked like it could be on the cover of a magazine. She even fixed all my pants. They fit much better now, not so loose and baggy in the butt, and she lined the front pockets with strips of leather. She made other alterations as well, and now they look more… rugged? I guess that’s the right word, maybe just cooler or more stylish. Whatever you call it, they’re way better than they were. When Ash saw them this morning, he asked if Maddie could alter his pants when we get back. Of course she said yes. She’s nice to everyone that way.
After work on Monday, Maddie brought her new sewing machine over to the hotel. She’s gotten up early to work on dresses every day since. The woman barely gets any sleep which doesn’t sit well with me. I got her breakfast every morning and would sit and talk to her while she worked. Then I’d drop her off at the fabric store and go explore the area until we met up for lunch. That was for only an hour then I’d be waiting in the truck in front of the shop when she got off.
