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Eventually, I fold. I’m not made of stone, and I’m pissed off. Turning, I reach over and grab Naomi’s knee, tugging her until she slides sideways across the couch to me.
Crawling on top of her, I pin her with my hips, my hand finding her chin. I didn’t kiss her sweet, plump lips last night, and I sure as shit regret it. All I did in my dream was kiss her mouth. It was amazing.
My lips tease hers, tasting and licking as my tongue slides into her mouth. So fucking sweet. Like a juicy peach. Releasing her chin, I shove up the skirt of her sundress, snapping off her panties and slicking my fingers through her wet folds.
She mewls, her hands gripping my shoulder and the back of my neck, her legs tangling with mine as I pinch and rub her clit, my other hand shoving down my sweats, snatching the condom I put there when I was hoping for sex this morning. I break our kiss, my eyes burning into hers as I use my teeth to tear open the condom packet, my other hand still teasing her clit.
The second the condom packet is open, my mouth is on hers again, my tongue sliding back into her mouth. With difficulty, one-handed and blind, I roll on the condom, positioning myself and sliding deep.
Stopping only when I’m balls deep, I groan against her mouth. Still just as amazing as last night. My fingers leave her throbbing clit, both hands coming up to tangle in her hair, tugging it out of its restrictive ponytail. I snatch off her glasses while I’m at it, dropping them onto the coffee table and snagging my fingers into her hair again.
Her pussy is heaven, wrapped around my cock as I start to pump. I’m fucking her like I wanted to when I woke up, and I’m also fucking her to send a message.
Breaking the kiss again, I slide my lips over her neck as Peaches tips her head back, allowing me greater access to her neck, thrusting her chest up against mine as my lips and tongue swirl and tease at the sensitive skin of her throat.
She whimpers when I stop pumping, my lips leaving her as I sit back on my knees. Smirking down at her panting, flushed form, I lift her legs, holding her knees together and pressing them against her chest, presenting her pretty pussy to me.
Holding her legs with one hand, I position my cock again, sliding the tip in. Peaches moans, her mouth dropping open as I grab her knees with both hands, slamming hard into her.
“Shit. Viper!” she gasps, her breath coming out in heavy pants. Yeah. I thought she might like that. I sure as shit do.
Gripping Peaches tightly, I hammer into her, watching with satisfaction as her eyes flutter shut, her mouth slacking as pleasure washes over her.
My balls start to tighten and tingle. I’m so fucking close.
“Come on, Peaches,” I growl. “Let go.”
My thrusts are almost frantic now, and her eyes fly open, her mouth twisting into a wordless scream as her pussy flutters and grips my cock like it’s trying not to get lost at sea. Fuck yeah.
Gasping, I let go as well, slamming into her and holding still, coming hard. When I let go of her knees, they drop to each side, and I collapse down on top of her, still buried balls deep.
My hand finds her chin again, gripping it and holding her head so our eyes burn together.
“Don’t walk all over town without letting me know where you’re going again, Peaches.”
She stares at me, blinking, surprise in her eyes.
“I won’t,” she gasps at last. That’s right. She won’t.
Withdrawing, I tug her skirt back down, snagging her torn panties to clean myself up when I remove the condom, throwing it and the panties in the trash in the kitchen. Tugging my sweats back up to cover my spent dick, I drop back onto the couch, where Peaches is now decently covered, eyes glued to a putting shot.
Chewing my lip, I glance over at her. She’s no longer at the other end of the couch but in the middle. Reaching over, I drop my arm around her shoulders, tugging her against me. She rests her head on my shoulder as we silently watch golf. I have no idea why the fuck I’m cuddling her, but it feels nice. She smells like sex and peaches. Best smell in the world.
Chapter 9
NAOMI
“Sorry, nothing like that in the first aid kit, sugar.” Lena makes an apologetic face and disappears into the kitchen. Damn it. Simon Killen has eczema, but we’ve run out of the mild steroid cream his mother suggested we use. She’s a nurse, so she knows what she’s talking about. Maybe they’ll have some at the tattoo parlor.
Shooting a smile, I set off down the road. It’s a lovely day and only a ten-minute walk to the parlor. The gas station and convenience store next to it aren’t too busy, nor is the parlor.
The door jingles as I walk in, and all heads swivel my way.
“Hi, Naomi.” Ray, the receptionist, beams at me. Her dad is the club treasurer, but I haven’t spoken to her much. She is married to one of the artists here. “What can we help you with?”
“I don’t suppose you have any hydrocortisone cream? We’ve run out, and Simon needs another application today for his eczema.”
“Yeah,” Cockerel – the owner – calls out. “There’s some in Kayley’s piercing room. She’s not in today, but I can grab it for you. Give me two seconds.”
