Page 48 of What I Needed

“No, and they’re both greedy as hell and not shy about it, so make a lot of whatever you’re making. Oh, and we may have a few extra guests if my teammates come over.”

“Duly noted.”

I went to the kitchen to see what ingredients we already had. After making my list, I sat at the table with my phone, opened the grocery store app, and added what I needed to the cart, making sure I included a Plan B. The whole process took about forty-five minutes.

When I finished, River and Riverlynn weren’t in the family room anymore. I went upstairs and found them in the nursery. He was sitting in the rocking chair with her cradled in his arms. They looked adorable, and before he noticed me, I was able to sneak a picture of them.

“It looks like you got her handled, so I’m about to shower,” I whispered.

He looked up at the sound of my voice and nodded. A few minutes later, I stepped into the shower and released a deep, relaxing breath. After last night, I probably should’ve soaked in a hot bath with Epsom salt, but this would have to do for now.

I stood under the stream of water for a few minutes, sorting through my thoughts about the line that River and I had crossed. Things between us didn’t seem any different, but I couldn’t help but wonder if last night was more than a convenient fuck for him.

Before I could get too deep in my thoughts, I felt a cool breeze on my back. I gasped as I turned around, but I didn’t have a chance to object because River pressed my back against the cold shower wall and covered my mouth with his.

I relaxed into his kiss, closing my eyes and enjoying the way his tongue felt brushing against mine. He was a great kisser, and the longer we kissed, the wetter my pussy became.

The water sprayed down on us, filling the bathroom with steam. I’d never taken a shower with someone else, let alone had sex in one. It felt like I was living one of the scenes in the romance books I read.

He cupped the bottom of my ass, lifting me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His erection pressed against my stomach, reminding me of the orgasms he provided less than twenty-four hours ago.

The passion behind our kiss increased with every second that our mouths were connected. Last night, he said that if he kissed me, that meant I was his. I wondered if he was caught up in the moment or if he meant it.

He reached between us, guiding his long, thick dick into my awaiting hole. He entered slowly, stretching me with each inch before filling me to the brim and causing me to moan into his mouth.

After the very first time we kissed, he couldn’t keep his mouth off mine. I’d always felt that kissing that included tongues and the exchange of bodily fluids was an intimate act, but kissing during sex increased the level of intimacy a hundred times over.

The feelings the act evoked while he stroked me slowly and deeply were unmatched, and I needed to get a handle on them before this man had me completely gone. I pulled my mouth away from his, pressing the side of my face against the cool wall, refusing to look at him.

He grabbed the front of my neck and pressed his thumb against the side of my cheek, forcing me to face him. He looked angry, but not in a scary way, and I had no idea what I’d done to offend him.

“You don’t like kissing me?”

“No—Yes—I—We⁠—”

With his hand still gently holding my neck, he kissed me, hard for a moment before it softened but intensified, if that was possible. I couldn’t stifle my moans as his dick stretched me wide and deep.

“That’s a good girl. Open up for me,” he mumbled against my lips, then slipped his tongue back into my mouth.

My orgasm was nearing, so I wrapped my arms around his neck to brace myself for what I knew was to come. As my pussy throbbed around his dick, his dick pulsed against my walls.

“I feel you, baby. Let that shit go,” he urged with his lips against mine.

“Oh God!” I cried when my body trembled.

“Don’t call God, baby. Say my name while you wet my dick and I fill you with my seeds.”

“River!”

He pounded into me as his name bolted from my mouth, and the dam broke. My screams echoed through the bathroom, and his grunts almost matched them. Thank God I bought that Plan B.

“If you’re going to be in here, you need to keep your hands to yourself, or help.” Erissa fussed as I stood behind her, kissing her neck.

She stood in front of the counter, unpacking the groceries that had just been delivered. Well, she was trying, but I couldn’t stop myself from touching her, which was causing a bit of a distraction.

“I can’t help it. I think I’m addicted to you.”

She turned around, leaning against the counter while standing between my legs.