Shaken (Twisted Fox #2) - Charity Ferrell Page 0,100

me with a brokenhearted sister in the hospital, a son, a baby on the way, and a fiancée who craves Skittles one minute and a goddamn cheeseburger the next. I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

Damn.

Cohen isn’t fucking around today. I feel bad. I’d assured him that there wouldn’t be any issues with me wanting to pull out, but then I tried to give away my half of the bar. Cohen should have looked at the plus side. He’d have owned the bar with his family.

“I got your back, man. I’m clearing out my head.”

“We all get one fuckup.” He holds out his knuckles.

I think I’ve had more than one.

I bump my knuckles against his. “It won’t happen again.”

He gestures toward the door. “Now, come on. We have some drinks to make.”

I stand, and he claps me on the back on our way to the floor. “It’s good to be back.”

“Mmm, back that ass up,” I groan, my hard cock rubbing against Georgia’s ass crack.

We’re in my bed, and damn, it’s missed her.

She laughs, peering back at me with a smile. “What little ass I have.”

I cup her backside before giving it a firm smack. “I love your ass, baby.”

“You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.”

“I don’t have to say shit.” I run my hand over one cheek and then the other. She shivers, pressing her ass into me, moving her hips in circles. “Ah, you kill me.”

Hitching her leg over my waist, I find her clit, using my thumb to play with it, and she writhes against me. She shifts, and I groan at the loss of her. When she situates herself on all fours, my dick aches.

Crawling behind her, settling myself on my knees, I eye her adorable ass. “How bad do you want it, baby?” I slide my cock between her cheeks, my free hand massaging one.

She arches her back, her ass more in my face, and her grin is devious as she looks back at me. “How bad do you want it?”

I chuckle and lift forward to kiss her. She slides her tongue into my mouth and moans my name, knowing that’s my weakness. Tilting her hips up, her ass in the air, I give it a quick slap before sliding inside her, inside heaven.

Her pussy tightens around my cock, gripping it hard, owning it.

My hands cup each cheek of her ass while I set a slow pace, waiting for what she wants.

There are times we fuck hard.

There are times we make love.

It isn’t until she says, “Harder,” that I slam into her with no restraint.

My bed thumps against the wall with each thrust.

My eyes are transfixed as I watch my cock slide in and out of her.

Our moans are loud.

The sound of my thighs smacking into her ass is music to my ears.

“I could stay inside you forever,” I moan. “Touch yourself, baby. Play with your clit as I fuck your pussy.”

I love it when she touches herself. Not as much as I love eating her pussy or fucking her, but it’s pretty damn close. Just as she loves watching me jerk myself off.

“Are you close?” I groan. “Tell me you’re close to coming on this hard cock.”

“Yes.” Her hand moves faster as she plays with her clit.

I lose myself, pounding into her until she’s falling apart underneath me. Knowing her knees are about to buckle, I plant my hands on her waist, grinding into her. As I come inside her, I jerk my arm back and slap her ass. I shudder, my back straightening, and seconds later, I’m falling onto all fours. We catch our breath.

She’s the first woman I’ve ever fucked without a condom. The first time, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Shower sex. It’d put a damper on the mood to walk into the freezing cold to put a condom on. She’s on the pill, and so far, we haven’t had any issues.

“I missed having you in my bed, baby,” I whisper.

Georgia snuggles into my arms. “I missed how comfortable your bed is.”

“Really? That’s what you missed?” I grind into her.

We had sex ten minutes ago, but I’m ready for round two.

“That, among other things.”

It’s been two weeks since I got my head out of my ass.

Two weeks of me proving to Georgia that I’m sorry.

Two weeks of being the happiest man I’ve ever been.

“What if you could do it every day?”

She winces, staring back at me. “What do you mean?”

“Move in with me.” I nuzzle my face into her neck,