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“And…”
Rolling my eyes, I keep my mouth shut, pressing my chest into his in search of sweet contact.
“Say it,” he whispers, leaning forward and running his nose along my jaw. He holds me completely still, my body so taut with desire I think I might actually explode if he doesn’t move soon.
“No.” I’m holding out just a little longer.
And then he bends down, raises me up just enough to keep the tip of his cock inside of me, and sucks my nipple ring into his mouth. “Say it,” he growls against my flesh, his tongue toying with the bead and lapping at my nipple.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. My head falls back against the wall as pleasure races through me, desperately searching for the finish line. A song spills from my lips as he licks and sucks, licks and sucks. My internal muscles flex against the head of his cock, begging for more. He knows I’m close, yet refuses to give me exactly what I want – what I need.
“Say it, Harper.”
I gasp as he tugs on the ring with his teeth. An invisible line strung from my breast to my pussy pulls tight. I can’t take anymore. I’m desperate, and he knows it. “Fuck me, Latham. Now.”
He growls, his mouth vibrating around my nipple. “Fuck yes. It would be my pleasure,” he roars as he grips my ass hard and thrusts upward, sucking hard on my ring. The combination sends me soaring, flying over the edge of pleasure and freefalling into pure bliss. Latham is right there, grabbing at his own release with each powerful thrust of his hips. My body latches on tight, refusing to let go, as wave after wave of pleasure courses through my body.
A moan spills from his lips as he brings them to mine and sweeps his tongue into my mouth. His body begins to slow as he releases himself inside me, mimicking his movements with his tongue. When his body finally stills, we sag together, sweaty and sated, against the wall. He continues to hold me up, but I’m not sure how. I’m deadweight at the moment. There’s no way my legs would hold me if he put me down.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he turns toward the open door behind us and climbs onto the made bed. Even though it’s not even two in the afternoon, my eyes are heavy and my body ripples with exhaustion. I don’t even argue when he snuggles against me, his warm, hard body actually quite soft and comfortable. My neck moves to the crook of his arm as he gently shifts us into position. His cock (did I mention how large and magnificent it is?) falls free from my body. At first I don’t even register the wetness. In fact, my brain function is nil, so I don’t quite register it at all. It isn’t until he speaks that the force of what we just did hits me.
“Uhh, Harper?”
“Mmmm,” I mumble, trying to ignore his words and snuggle into his embrace.
“Sweetheart, wake up. I didn’t use a condom.” His words are like an electric jolt to the system. My eyes fly open and I turn to look at his concerned face. “I’m sorry, I’ve never forgotten before.”
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him, thinking back to my last annual exam and testing. “I had a test at the beginning of the year when I broke up with Joey. I know I’m clean.”
The vein at his temple pulses. “I fucking hate you had to get tested because your boyfriend couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.”
I shrug, worming my way back into the comfort of his body. “He’s a stupid mistake. I don’t want to talk about him,” I reply through my yawn.
Latham wraps his arms around my shoulder, holding me close. “I’m clean too. I was tested in the Army, and it’s been a while since I was with someone.”
That piques my interest. “Define a while,” I coax.
He sighs, his warm breath fanning against my forehead. “About a year and a half.”
“Really?” I ask, a bit shocked by this revelation. I mean, Latham is hot – when he’s not running his mouth – and clearly knows what he’s doing in the bedroom department. Or wall department, would be more accurate.
“Yeah, I didn’t date much in the military. I was gone too much for that shit. I had a short-term girlfriend for a while, but during my last deployment, we ended it. It was too hard on her to be back in the U.S., while I was off on some foreign soil I could barely talk about. Plus, the time zone difference made communicating difficult. We decided on ending things by email.”
I don’t know why, but that makes me laugh. “I’m sure that was hard on both of you,” I add with a yawn.
“I’ll show you something hard later. First, rest.” He kisses my forehead and sets his stubbly jaw against me.
I can hear minimal noise from downstairs, and even though Bud said it was well-insulated, a part of me is praying like hell Latham’s dad and whoever else was downstairs didn’t just hear him pound me into the drywall like a nail.
I really should get up. I should find my clothes and head back to my store. Free is there, sure, but she’s not expecting me to be gone for half the afternoon – especially for the reason I’m not there. In fact, she’s probably starting to get a little worried I killed him and am trying to dispose of the body. She’d be the first one to help shovel (best friends are awesome like that).
That reminds me… “I hate Tammy Wynette.”
“No one hates Tammy Wynette.” His voice is deep and gruff with exhaustion.
“Well, when you have to listen to the same song on repeat for four hours, you might change your tune.”
“I thought after five minutes you’d be beating down my door.”
I exhale. “I’ll admit, I didn’t think it was you for a while. Not till Free showed up. She’s the one who walked over and unplugged the external speakers.”
Latham snorts a laugh. “Sorry, not sorry. You deserved it.”
“Payback’s a bitch, Latham Douglas,” I whisper, as I wrap my arm around his bare chest and drift off to sleep.
