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He pushed her to her back and settled between her legs. “Fast. Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Her legs wrapped around his ass, and he slid into her and eagerly moved in and out. She met him thrust for thrust, just as excited for her release as he was for his.
His skin heated, but so did hers. The glow of her eyes in the dim moonlight mesmerized him as he slid into her warmth repeatedly. When he could hold back no longer, he shook his head. “Babe.”
“Yeah,” she whispered, and he let himself release into her warm, smooth body. She wasn’t quite finished and pushed him onto his back, and ground against him a few times until her release washed over her. He loved it. Her sexy breasts glowed in the moonlight, the rest of her body shaded, and she looked like an ethereal siren beckoning him to do naughty things to her. Which he’d happily oblige.
She looked into his eyes, a slow smile crawled across her face. “I’ve never done that before.”
He squeezed her hips between his hands then trailed them up to cradle her breasts. “Feel free to do it anytime you like. You’re mesmerizing to watch.”
44
Kenna walked along the rows of caskets in the funeral home’s basement. Her mom sat in a chair, quietly crying, and she and her brothers tried to decide. How did you make that decision? You don’t look for comfort.
Sean stopped in front of a casket that had a blue lining and hunting motifs detailing the outside.
“Dad liked blue.” Sean said.
“He wasn’t much of a hunter though,” Kenna replied.
They moved on. Finally, Jonathon stopped at the end of a row and waited for them to catch up.
“I know Mom hasn’t said and Dad didn’t make the arrangements, but can we at least agree to not spend too much? Even at the low end of the spectrum, these caskets cost around three thousand dollars. It isn’t like he’s going to rest in peace better in a six-thousand-dollar casket and Mom might need the money one day.”
Her brother Jonathon resembled her mom more than Sean or her. He had the blue eyes and sandy hair while she and Sean were dark-haired and green-eyed.
“I agree with that, Jon,” she replied.
Jon glanced at Sean. “I agree.”
Jon continued walking to the back of the room. “Okay, this casket is nice. It’s pine, has a blue liner, and the outside isn’t detailed in depth, but it’s nice. It’s only for the funeral home and the service. After that, no one will ever see it again.”
She turned her head and glanced at Spencer, who dutifully stood near her mom. But his eyes never looked away from her. He nodded slightly, and she smiled softly in return.
“This makes sense,” she agreed.
Sean turned his sad eyes toward her. She hadn’t seen him smile since he’d gotten home. But, he was the baby of the family and had spent the most time with their father. “Do you think this will make our family look cheap to the townspeople?”
She slid her arm through Sean’s and squeezed. “Sean. Why do we always have to care what the townspeople think of us?”
“Because of the business.”
She inhaled through her nose and stared at the casket as Jon went to find the mortician.
“The business offers reliable, efficient service at a fair price. It always has and it always will.”
“So, you’re going to keep running The Paper Trail?”
She froze, her brows pushed together as she fixated on the blue liner in the casket before her. That business was as much a part of her as her father. It was where the two of them had spent the most time with each other. They shared humorous stories about one service or another, like when a man tried to avoid service by jumping on his tractor and flipping her father off on his low-speed escape. There were so many stories from years and years in the business.
“I’m not entirely sure yet.” Her eyes darted to Spencer’s ever-watchful gaze. Spencer was here, too. If they could get Colt to leave her alone, it would be idyllic. She could keep her family’s business going, live with the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on, and maybe they’d get married and have babies. Beautiful, dark-haired, green-eyed babies.
“You’d better decide sooner rather than later.” Sean nudged her. His eyes also landed on Spencer, who was watching them closely.
“I know,” she whispered. Her heart felt heavier now. Like the weight of a thousand anchors landing on her shoulders. Her mom was here too. She’d be here to help with babies. She could raise her children to keep the business rolling along when she parted with this world. They could serve generations of families.
