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Her hands ran down my chest, scratching lightly. She seemed to be studying my tattoos. Every single one had a story, but now wasn’t the time to visit my bloodstained, regretful past. Right here, right now, with this woman in my arms, it felt like time to think about the future. I wanted to think about the future, for once, and it was all because of her and her damn hope.

She went lower, and all thoughts fled my head. Her hot breath hit my skin. She was pressing sweet little kisses down the treasure trail of hair that ran downward. My hard-on brushed the underside of her chin as she went, and then it was sliding along her lips.

She hesitated there, glancing up at me. She jerked when she saw my eyes were open, and on her.

I didn’t speak, I just watched as she flicked out her tongue and touched the head of my cock. That simple movement felt better than anything I’d ever done before I’d met Issy. Our physical connection was undeniable. The kind of bullshit you hear about but never believe until you feel it.

I slid my hand into the heavy curtain of her reddish-gold hair while she slipped her mouth over the entire tip of my cock and sank down as far as she could. Her tongue worked the top of my cock while her hand worked the base. She moved her hand, pumping me upward, as she sucked off the top.

Morning wood was a damn curse that usually took a while to get rid of, but not this morning. This morning, under her touch, I couldn’t hold back.

Before I knew it, my balls were drawing up, and pleasure was streaking through my veins.

“If you don’t want my cum as breakfast, you’ll want to stay back now,” I growled at her, my hand gently tugging her face up.

She shook her head determinedly, sinking only farther down on me. Her tongue teased my slit, and her hand dropped to my balls.

Then, I was coming. Pumping down her throat, my balls unloading every single drop into her waiting mouth. Her mouth filled with my spend, getting hotter and fuller around me.

I guided her head, as I rode out the pleasure, helping her to bob lightly on me.

“Swallow then, my stubborn girl, if that’s what you want,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “Swallow my cum, and keep part of me, deep down inside you.”

Like you’re inside me.

Her throat moved hard as she swallowed. The corners of her lips glistened pearly white. I wiped away a drop and pulled her into my lap to kiss her. I liked when she tasted like me. I liked it a lot.

I was about to show her how much when a loud growl sounded.

I pulled back and caught her eye, and we both laughed.

“I guess you’re going to need more than cum for breakfast?” I murmured.

Her cheeks tinted pink. Adorable.

“Come on, let’s get you fed.”

thirty

ISABELLE

We ate breakfast on the deck that overlooked endless pines, framed in the distance by the water. Sounds of the forest filled my head, easing the slight headache that had sprung up once I was vertical. God, I was quitting drinking.

I cradled my coffee like my life depended on it, alternating between watching the clouds moving, and Cole in the kitchen, through the open French doors. After a few minutes, he came outside carrying two plates. He put one in front of me and carried the other around the table.

“You did not make me pancakes and bacon,” I muttered, looking at the overloaded plate.

“You need fat, carbs, salt, and a little sugar to feel better,” he announced and sat opposite me. ”More coffee?”

“I shouldn’t. My head hurts,” I said, and pulled a face. “My own fault, I know. I’m sorry.”

“A swim after breakfast would fix that, and what are you apologizing for?”

“Um, I’m not sure. Being drunk and passing out?”

Cole just shrugged and speared a piece of pancake. “It happens. No big deal. You should have fun with your friends.”

“Hmm, but is that fair for the person who has to pick up the pieces?” I wondered, tasting the pancakes. Holy fuck, they were amazing.