one who is ever going to be inside you makes me possessive, babe. So fucking possessive of what’s mine,” he grits, out over the sound of my arousal smacking against his finger. I should be embarrassed, but all I can focus on is the pleasure. The warmth building at the base of my spine and the desire pooling low in my belly.
I feel his erection against my hip, and my eyes widen. I raise my brows, silently asking, “Already?”
He doesn’t need to answer. He slides his finger out of my pussy and drags it up my body to my lips. A shudder wracks through me when he rubs my arousal and his cum around my mouth.
“Suck.”
I do just that. I take his finger into my mouth and suck on it. My pussy spasms at how hot it is. The taste of us intermingled on my tongue is something all too heady. His nostrils flare, and he rolls onto his back, pulling my body over his. His erection swings between my legs, and I stare down at it in awe, still unable to comprehend its size. I don’t remember him being this well-endowed at the creek, but then again, I was just a teenage girl.
“Ride me, baby.”
Trapping my bottom lip between my teeth, I nod and lift, pressing his head against my entrance. He lets out a guttural groan when his cum from earlier begins sliding down his cock, falling out of me at this angle. I rest my hands on his chest and slide down his length. My eyes flutter closed, and I moan. Everything feels so full in this position.
It takes my body a few pumps to accommodate his length, but when it does, my hips roll, and I drop my head back, succumbing to a number of sensations and emotions, all so powerful, I feel like I am going to combust at any second.
And all of them have the capacity to destroy me.
Just like this man does.
I take a step back from the room, surveying it from the doorway. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I take in all the girly shit. Luna’s going to love it. I can practically hear her now.
“You know, if this was any other time, I’d think you’d fucking lost it, standing here, smiling as you stare into a pink room.”
I shoot a glare at Bishop, who’s standing beside me. I didn’t even hear his approach; that’s how focused I was. It’s been three weeks since Selene showed up on my doorstep, and I’ve been all gas and no brakes ever since. We spoke to Luna about the possibility of moving in, and just as I knew she would, she screamed her rejoice, her little face happier than I’ve ever seen it.
Selene still has her doubts and reservations, which I can understand. Sort of. Everyone seems on board. The only person who looks pensive is Cece, and I think I’m beginning to understand why. Cece has always been there for Selene. They lived together. She was grandma, and sometimes she had to play the role of mom while Selene was at work or school. She shares an unbreakable bond with Luna, and I think, in a way, me coming in and moving my girls in with me, she feels like she’s losing something.
“Ready for this, man?” Bishop asks, after a moment of my continued silence.
I nod. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want them.”
He grins. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch. You know that, right? Half the men in this town envy you already. Now they just flat-out hate you.” I laugh, but it quickly dies off when I hear a crash from down the hallway. Bishop and I share a look before we pad down the hall to see what all the commotion is.
I had the guys—Bishop, Landon, and Griffin—come over to help Selene and Luna get their things moved in. A few of the crew workers are here, too, trying to speed up the process. I pause in the living room, near the front door, glaring at Landon and Griffin, who are arguing.
“Try not to break anything while you both are bickering, got it?”
“Yeah, whatever, captain. I don’t see you lifting shit.”
I roll my eyes. I just finished my daughter’s entire room. The last thing I want to hear is their complaining. Just as I’m rounding the corner into the kitchen, I hear the pounding of little footsteps before I actually see her. Luna runs