I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,78
I’m coming so fast and furious that all I can do is hold myself deep inside her, straining into the waves of release. “Muffy. Fuck. Fuck. So good.”
“Can’t… control…” she gasps.
“Don’t. Let go.”
Fuck.
I’m lost.
Tumbling into oblivion with Muffy.
But it’s safe and warm in her eyes. Happy. Full of wonder. Glorious.
Exquisitely perfect.
She squeezes my hand and sags back into the mattress, her pussy letting go of its grip on my cock. I strain into one last spasm, and then I’m spent too, collapsing on top of her.
“So it is possible.” Her breath tickles my ear, and I’m suddenly chuckling.
High five to Mr. Wonder Cock.
We did it.
I shift so I’m not completely squishing her, unable to keep myself from kissing her jaw, her neck, her ear. “You’re a goddess.”
“Can we do that again?”
“Yes.”
“Today? Or do you need some time to recover? Like a week or something?”
I lift my head.
She’s grinning.
She knows I don’t need a week.
But Muffy teasing me while she’s naked and satisfied in my bed?
I’m good with that.
I’m perfect with that.
I don’t know what it means for tomorrow, or next week, or next month, but today?
Now? In this moment?
I’ve never felt more at home.
31
Muffy
Tyler gives good shower.
He’s shampooing my hair, his body slick against mine, his fingers massaging my scalp, steam rising all around us and jets shooting out of the walls at all angles to keep us both warm. His lovely cock isn’t hard, but it isn’t soft either—it’s like he has the same body organ hangover that my pampered pussy is dealing with.
How can my vagina feel so very satisfied, so very tired, so very overstimulated, and so very eager to do it all again, all at the same time?
“Did your sisters teach you to do this?” I ask him as I arch into his touch.
He snorts. “Yes, Muffy. I shower with my sisters all the time.”
“I thought so. You strike me as the type.”
He leans left, and I get a face full of water from the overhead spout that he’s been blocking. But I’m still laughing as I sputter and spit suds out of my mouth.
I totally asked for that.
“Any more questions?” he asks.
“Ten thousand.”
His face relaxes into a smile. “Good.”
Rufus yowls on the other side of the shower glass. My bathroom back at Mom’s house has a tub with a shower curtain, and my cat is freaking out at seeing me naked and wet, which he doesn’t usually have to endure.
Pretty sure he wants to save me from the evil water. Or possibly he’s having a panic attack on my behalf and needs me to save him from himself.
“Have you ever had a cat?” I ask Tyler.
“Nope. Just a dog. Boots.”
“That’s adorable.”
“He was Staci’s, really. But I taught him to beg for bacon, and he stayed with us when she went to college.”
“You went to college?”
“For two years. Then I got drafted.”
“What were you studying?”
“Underwater basket weaving.”
I laugh, and suddenly he’s kissing me. I’m completely stark naked and wet, with bubbles sliding down my face, soft and pliant everywhere he’s solid muscle, and I’ve never felt so safe.
He knows I’m a walking disaster. He knows my biggest secrets. He knows I faked it the first time we were together, that I can be mouthy and argumentative, that I stress eat, that I’m not conventionally successful, and he’s still here, kissing me like I’m the queen of sexy lady land.
“Come to the game tonight,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Can’t. Shift at Cod Pieces.”
He growls. Like, he actually growls. I’m showering with a mountain lion who wants to suit up and take on an armored fish for me.
“It’s not for the money. One of my clients is the head manager, and she’s struggling to find anyone else to fill the night manager shifts half the week.”
Those electric blue eyes land on me.
“But I want to be at the game,” I whisper. And I do.
I love watching him play. I’m one hundred percent in over my head right now, and I know it, because I want to spend money I don’t have to get a jersey with his number on it and sit right at the glass cheering for him and telling anyone who’ll listen that he’s my man.
I’m not supposed to have a man. I’m not supposed to want a man.
But Tyler is different. And not because he’s not a man.
He shakes his head. “You…”
I wince. I know what comes next.
Are crazy. You’re crazy, Muffy.
“Do they know how lucky they are to have you?” he asks.