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Gently, I push back the golden wisps of hair that have fallen over her eyes and nose. Smooth my thumb over her soft cheeks dusted with freckles.
She grins.
“Morning, city girl.”
She curls into me burying her face in my chest. “Morning, country boy.”
“Why you hiding from me?”
She chuckles. “Morning breath.”
“Fair enough.” I hug her against me and kiss the top of her head. She snakes her arm around my ribs and slides a leg over mine. I’m already hard when her naked pussy bumps my cock.
As much as I want to fill her tight little pussy again, she’s gotta be sore. But I can’t stay much longer and I want to leave her with the memory of pleasure, not pain.
When she rolls her pussy up the length of my cock, I back away. “Slow down there, city girl.”
Skye lets out a pouty huff that quickly turns into a moan as I slip my hands between her legs to finger her clit. “So fucking wet.” I could slide my dick into her so easy. It’s going to be hard enough getting out of here without being seen, I can’t have her walking funny and giving us away if I am caught.
Skye’s body shudders telling me she’s close. Desperate to feel her come, I slip my middle finger deep into her weeping cunt. Another circle of my thumb over her clit and she comes fucking my hand and moaning into my chest.
I bask in her afterglow. I’m waiting for her to catch her breath before doing it all again when we both stop breathing at the light knock on her door.
“Skye?”
It’s her cousin, Marta.
Skye’s eyes look like they might pop out of her head as she mouths, “hide.”
I roll over the side of the bed picking up everything of mine I can reach before squeezing under the frame.
“Just a minute,” Skye calls as she kicks the rest of my things under the bed with me. Including my hoodie.
I watch her feet as she walks to the closet and then pushes them into a pair of shorts.
Another second later, as the light floral scent of Skye’s perfume fills the room, light from the hallway spills through the open door as Skye says, “What’s up?”
“Can I come in?” Marta asks.
Fuck.
As if closing my eyes will hide me better, I slam them shut as two pairs of feet walk toward the bed.
The bed creeks and dips beside me. “Is everything alright?” Skye asks.
“Yeah. I just needed to talk to you.” There’s a beat before Marta goes on. “Pete’s asked me to go on a trip with him.”
“Okay,” Skye says so quickly I cringe. It sounds like she’s trying to end the conversation and get rid of Marta. I want to poke Skye and tell her to chill out so Marta doesn’t wonder why Skye’s trying to get rid of her.
“Is it? I feel bad leaving you completely alone. I’m already barely home as it is.”
“You work two demanding jobs,” Skye says. “I understand.” Skye sighs. “You deserve a vacation. Besides, Boone will be here and I’m good at keeping myself busy.”
“Which reminds me,” Marta says. “I saw your paintings at Parker’s Place this morning. They’re so good, Skye.”
My chest swells with pride. Not that I can take any credit for Skye’s art but I like to think I had a hand in her finding the courage to put them on display.
“And Parker says you’re submitting a portfolio to her sister’s gallery in Chicago?” Marta half asks, half states.
