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“I can make my own coffee!”
Me? I took that shit with a grain of salt. Because I knew full-well just how fucking miserable I’d been after I’d gotten shot, and needed to take it easy, relying on my brothers to bring me shit, and help me do basic life tasks.
I was used to being busy, to doing what I wanted when I wanted to.
It had been beyond frustrating to be waited on and treated like I was incapable of doing things that used to come so easily.
On that fourth day, it was fine for her legs and arms to go without dressing or ointment anymore. Her stomach wasn’t making her wince unless she bumped it by accident.
Really, she was back to normal, save for the bruises. I had just gotten used to taking care of it. What’s more, I enjoyed it.
But it was clear she was done being treated with kid gloves.
“What’re your plans today?” she asked when she came out of the shower, her long hair still wrapped up in a towel, and another one around her body.
I had managed to keep my desires to myself, despite her closeness that seemed to immediately overwhelm my system.
I had not kept my hands to myself, though.
Because when she got mopey or frustrated, I found that my mouth and my fingers put her back into a good mood in no time flat.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she got closer to the bed, that damn towel slitting up her thigh with each step.
My cock was straining already, pushing out against the sweatpants Levee had dropped off along with a couple other changes of clothes the night after we’d gone to the clinic to see Ama.
“You,” I said as she stopped at the end of the bed, taking a deep breath that had her tits straining against the material of the towel. “You’re my plans. For the next hour or so anyway,” I told her, watching as her lips twitched as her gaze moved over me.
I didn’t bother with a shirt like she often didn’t bother with pants, so her eyes roamed over the outlines of my abs before seeing my cock straining the material of my pants.
“Oh yeah?” she asked, and when her gaze moved back up, to my face, her eyes were heated, her lids heavy.
“Yeah,” I said, watching as she reached up to pull the towel off of her head, her long hair spilling over her shoulders. The body towel flicked off next, and my cock twitched just looking at her.
“Well then,” she said, lowering herself onto the edge on all fours, and slowly crawling up over me, stopping at my waist as she drew down my pants, freeing my cock, and immediately sucking it into her mouth.
My hips bucked up into her warm, wet, tight lips, going deeper as she started to suck me, her head down, her ass high in the air, giving me a great fucking view as she worked me relentlessly until I gathered her wet hair, and pulled until she released me with a little smirk, knowing how close she had me.
“Get up here,” I demanded, pulling as she kept crawling over my body, straddling my waist.
Releasing her hair, my hands drifted over her, teasing over her breasts, working her nipples into hardened buds.
The smell of her was everywhere—coffee and chocolate. My senses were overwhelmed by it, by her.
Rynn arched up slightly, reaching between us to slide my cock down her cleft.
She paused, looking at me, seeing if there was some objection.
If this was any other woman, there would be.
I didn’t fuck women without condoms. You couldn’t be too careful.
But this wasn’t any random woman. This wasmywoman now. And we didn’t have to worry about any unwanted—as of this point in our lives—visitors since I watched her pop her Pill every morning.
I pressed my hips upward slightly instead, and she lowered herself down on me with a deep sigh, like she’d been waiting for this forever.
“Wow,” she said after a moment, smile big enough to show her damn dimples. “This is better than I expected,” she admitted as she started to move.
A first for both of us then.
