out.”
I turn on my heel and face him. “I want to be good at fake sexing.”
Dean fights back a smile. “First of all…it’s established that you are good. Too good. Second of all, there was nothing fake about what we just did in there.”
“You don’t know that,” I reply smugly and cross my arms over my chest, embracing this sense of power I have surging through me all of a sudden. “I could be a great actress for all you know. You don’t know me that well, Dean.”
He narrows his chocolatey eyes with a smile that gives me butterflies. “There’s no way you were faking, sugar butt.”
I shrug. “Maybe, maybe not.”
He quirks a brow. “Maybe we need a repeat in the shower for confirmation, and I’ll make good on my twenty-minute-dick promise.”
The corners of my mouth twitch as I try not to smirk. “I suppose I could fake it again…you clearly need the practice.”
Suddenly, Dean grabs my sheet and yanks it off my body. “Where’s the damn IcyHot? Because you need a serious spanking.”
Norah Donahue could be a big problem for me. I shower the next morning after just giving Norah her…what…sixth orgasm in the span of twelve hours? Shit, I’ve lost count. We did it in the bed, the shower, on the bathroom counter, and once more a few minutes ago.
This morning was kind of a sneak attack for the beautiful Norah. I woke up early smelling her with my dick rock-hard, and the fact that I rarely get to wake up next to the women I’m sleeping with meant I could make good use of my morning wood.
And good use I did.
I started off spooning her from behind and rolling her nipples softly as she slept. God, she has exquisite breasts. Soft and full, and the perfect handful. And her ass as she swirled it against my cock was fucking life-changing. She let out these little moans of pleasure before she finally woke up and grabbed my massive erection behind her. I rolled over and tossed on a condom before coming back behind her and pulling her leg up onto my hip to push deep inside her.
It was sleepy sex full of hoarse, morning voice cries and complete relaxation as I thrust slowly inside her, rubbing her clit leisurely to a slow-burning orgasm. The sensation of her smooth back snug against my front as the sun rose over the mountains gave me my own mind-blowing orgasm.
It was after I pulled out of her and she fell back asleep that I got this eerie feeling I’ve never had with another woman—the worry that I might never get enough of her.
Like I said…big problem.
I dress quietly and creep out of the bedroom to let her sleep. We don’t have to hit the road for another couple of hours, and after the bang session we had last night, the woman deserves some rest.
I find Kate and Lynsey in the kitchen nook, sipping coffees and nibbling on the croinuts Norah brought.
Kate hits me with a knowing look. “Well, look what the cat dragged in.”
I roll my eyes and help myself to a coffee. “Good morning, ladies.”
“Good morning, Dean,” Lynsey says, shooting me a naughty smile. “We missed you during the rest of the game last night. Were you spending some alone time with your girlfriend?” she asks in a sing-song voice.
I shake my head and sit beside Lynsey and opposite Kate. “Just wanted to get away from the obvious looks you two kept shooting us all night.”
Kate presses her hand to her chest looking offended while shifting her voice into a horrible British accent. “Tis not our fault we’re mesmerized to see our Dean with a worthy partner suitable for our delicate tastes.”
“Indeed,” Lynsey quips, donning her own horrible accent but sounding a lot more like Audrey Hepburn in My Fair Lady. “She’s a proper lady if you ask me.”
I groan while the girls giggle, and Lynsey adds, “This is certainly an upgrade from Lala.”
“Norah is not an upgrade,” Kate corrects, her eyes wide as she looks at me. “She’s an entirely different jet. Girls like Lala are budget airline types. Norah is a private jet all on her own. Seriously, Dean, she’s amazing. I want to date her.”
I shift uncomfortably, hating that I’m lying to my friends. But honestly, after adding sex to this agreement with Norah, what we’re doing is pretty much dating. Just because we both know it has an end date doesn’t make it any less so.
“Norah told