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Her eyes flare with mischief as she says, “No way.”
Memories of last night and the rawness of her skin have me taking her bottom lip between my teeth and sucking. I drag my tongue across it. There’s a hint of coffee, enough to wrap my hand around her head, where I tilt her perfectly and disappear into the flavor of her mouth.
A grumble runs through my chest at the taste of her, and it doesn’t take long before we’re both glancing down at the tip of my dick as it pokes out of the elastic waistband on my underwear.
“I think your underwear is in his way.”
I smirk, lifting my hips and both of us at the same time, so I can yank them down to free myself. Her hand wraps around me, then twists, and she moves it up and down. It feels so good having her touch me, but I need her to stop. I’ve never been opposed to a hand job, but currently, I want so much more.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask, slipping my hand between her legs.
“Always,” she whispers, and my heart thumps almost painfully in my chest, as I find that she is.
I have fallen for this girl so hard.
Pushing up on her toes, she positions me, then sinks down. The sensation is out of this world, and my head drops to her shoulder as I exhale shakily.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, and I mean it.
I’m not quite certain how we got to this place, where intimacy is so easy and so consuming, but you’ll never hear me complain.
Slowly, she begins rocking back and forth as she adjusts to my size. My hands on her hips help guide her, and her head falls backward as she enjoys the feeling of us joining together over and over.
“So good,” she agrees, and my mind shuts off.
Instinct takes over as she rides my lap and pleasures us both. I pull off her shirt to feel her skin against mine, and the only word that comes to mind is perfect.
Her hands are in my hair, her lips devour mine, and as I feel the flutter telling me she’s close, I send my hand lower to help push her over the edge.
She tightens.
My spine tingles.
And as her muscles lock tight and a gasp slips through her lips, I follow her over the edge, only in more ways than one.
26
CORA
Yesterday afternoon, Briggs and I finally decided it was time to call the pilot and head home. As much as I wanted to stay in the bubble of the condo, we both needed to get back. I need to water my plants and start working on a few of the ideas Emma and I discussed at dinner, and Briggs needs to get back to relieve Cole of watching Duke and the orchard.
After the flight, the dinner we scrounged up and ate when we got home, and the hours we spent in my bed, I’m sore in places I didn’t know I could be sore and wonderfully tired today. Tired and blissfully happy.
I’ve fallen for Briggs Warren, and it feels amazing.
He was right, I don’t need to be scared about what happens next, just excited about the possibilities.
Briggs left just after the sun came up. He complained about me needing room-darkening shades, and he kissed me on the forehead. Then he slipped away while I drifted back to sleep. It was the best sleep I’ve ever had in my life. His side of the bed was warm. It smelled like him, like us, and it was easy to roll into his space and drift off.
I’ve just spent the past two hours working on accompanying instrumentals when I hear, “CORA!” float through my open windows.
At first, I’m alarmed because he’s used my name, and then I start laughing because I remember today is the day his special present arrives in the mail. Needing to see his face, I jump into my boots and race from my house to his. He’s still standing on the front porch, only now Cole and Jane have rushed over to see what he’s yelling about too, and both are laughing.
Slowing to a leisurely pace, he locks his gaze on me as I stroll up the front steps and take in the scene before me. Instead of ordering a standard prank glitter bomb, Juliet and I found a guy online who custom makes them and the packaging. This one came in a FedEx box. By that, I mean it is the whole box, and the entire floor of the box is attached to a spring. There’s a label that instructs which end to open, and when you do, your color choice of glitter comes flying out, and I just happened to pick hot pink.
Glitter is everywhere, and I squeal with delight.
Briggs is covered in hot pink glitter. It’s all over the porch, a little inside the front foyer of the house as the door was open, and there are flecks all in Duke’s fur. Also, Briggs’s face can’t decide if it wants to turn red or laugh, so I pull my phone from my back pocket and start taking a video.
