Once and Again - By Lauren Dane Page 0,44

at how good it was. But there was no time to luxuriate in that heated wet, just enough time to fuck her hard and fast and spend the rest of the afternoon with her scent on his skin like a secret.

Once fully seated, he met her gaze and never gave it back as he began to fuck her in earnest.

Hard.

Fast.

Deep.

So good he nearly lost his mind, but he held on, needing all of her he could get just then, knowing it might be all he’d have until they could sneak in some time next. She was wily, ridiculously busy, and he had to compete with all sorts of priorities he knew were important, but hated to share her over anyway.

Her muscled calf held him tight. As if he’d move anywhere else but inside her.

“I love it when you take me this way,” she whispered into his ear. “I love the denim of your jeans against my naked thighs.”

He snarled a curse and dug in deeper. Admittedly, it rang his bell too, that she was partially naked and he had on all his clothes. They needed to explore that further.

But right then he would die if he didn’t keep fucking her. Harder and harder until her eyes went half-lidded and glossy, her lips wet from his kisses. “I want you this way all the time. But for now, let’s get you coming.”

“Mmm. Good idea.”

He watched as she slid a hand between them, jumped with the first tightening of her pussy around his cock when he knew she’d found her clit with her fingertips.

“I know you’re ready. Take your pleasure. Come all around me.”

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her gaze remained locked with his. He wanted to look down, to watch her hand as she made herself come. But he couldn’t tear himself away from her eyes. From the total honesty she gave him in those stolen moments.

It wasn’t long before she got even hotter and wetter, not long before she gasped and then came all around him. Came so hard he saw stars and had to find his own climax. Which had been hovering just at the outer edges of his consciousness, waiting, waiting until the right moment. And as she moved her hand to grip his waist and hold him close, the moment hit hard as he pressed deep and came.

On shaky legs, Lily headed back into the house after she dropped Chris off at school. Today was the day for yet another conversation with her mother. She’d been put off the last time and Lily didn’t plan to let her mother dodge the subject again.

“Mom?”

Pamela wandered into the living room. “Yes? Everything all right?”

“No. Not really. Can you sit and talk with me for a bit?”

Pamela sat. “What is it? Is Chris all right?”

“As all right as he can be I guess. It’s about you. And through that, about us all. Mom…” She paused, trying to remember the script she’d loosely crafted. “I’d like to talk to you about how many pills you’re taking lately. And all the drinking with it.”

Pamela’s back shot straight and her eyes narrowed. Despite the circumstances, that flash of fire was a good thing to see. It was nice to know her mother had some fight left in her.

“That’s none of your business.”

“It wouldn’t be if you weren’t stumbling and falling because you’re so messed up you can’t even walk straight.”

“Those are prescription pills! You’re treating me like I bought drugs on the corner.”

“I’m not treating you like anything. I understand those are pills your doctor gave you to deal with the stress of Dad’s leaving. And I know how hard it’s been for you. Petal is a small town. Everyone knows your business. But they don’t judge you, not the way they judge him.”

“I don’t know why you’re talking about this. I don’t talk to you about what you do.”

“Like what? What do I do that has me falling down and hurting myself and asking my son to lie to my daughter about it?”

Her mother blushed. “Chris is having a hard time but he’s getting better.”

“He’d be a lot better if he wasn’t seeing his mother drunk or stoned all the time.”

“This conversation is finished. I don’t have to make excuses to my daughter about what I do. They’re pills my doctor gave me and a few glasses of wine never hurt anyone.”

“A few bottles of wine to wash down your meds has hurt people. It’s hurting you right now.