Bonus Kisses - Freya Barker Page 0,89
door, and pretend to be asleep. The door opens and I’m having a hard time trying to stay still as I hear a very quiet, but definitely heartfelt, “Fuck.”
I tense with the rustle of clothes and the clink of a belt buckle hitting the floor, and I stop breathing when I feel the mattress dip with his weight.
“A little tip,” his deep voice suddenly sounds right by my ear, as a hand slides over my hip and down between my legs, where he finds me wet already. “Don’t rub your thighs together when you pretend to be asleep.”
Grinning, I turn around and lift my leg over his hips, happy to discover he’s not wearing a stitch either. “I’ll make note of that,” I whisper, pushing up so I’m straddling him.
His hands slide from my hips up to cup my breasts. “Although I’m not complaining about all this skin. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I brace myself on his chest, lean down, and kiss him. As I rock my hips against him, I slick his length with the wetness between my legs, and catch his growl down my throat.
“You’re killing me, Sweets,” he groans, ripping his mouth from mine as his fingers press into my waist. “Ride me.”
“Yippy-ki-yay,” I whisper before filling myself with his cock.
Rafe
The moment we walk into the house, I can tell word has gotten around Eminence.
Ed seems uneasy as he lets us in and Sarah is banging pots and pans around in the kitchen.
“Sarah! The kids are here,” he yells, as Spencer attaches himself to his leg.
“I can hear that, Ed,” comes her snippy reply. I look over to find Taz’s wide eyes on mine.
“Grandma!” My son lets go of his grandfather and barrels toward the kitchen.
“Hey, my beautiful boy,” I hear her coo. “Did you have a good time?”
Spencer doesn’t let an invitation to talk go by, and happily launches into a play-by-play of the past week. Sofie wanders into the kitchen as well.
“Wanna pour us a drink, Rafe? Beer for me.” Ed sinks down in his easy chair, patting the armrest of the couch beside him. “Come sit by me, Baby Girl.”
“Beer for me too. How are you doing, Dad? Been feeling okay?” Taz asks, taking her father’s hand in hers.
“Hanging in. Getting a little nervous about the surgery.”
I leave them talking and slip into the kitchen where I find Sarah examining the single dread Sofie asked Taz to twist in her hair a few days ago.
“You’re okay with this?” she asks me sharply.
“I am. Sofie asked for it, and I told her she could have one small one.”
“My hair is too short,” Spencer volunteers. He’d wanted a dreadlock as well.
“Anyway…” I lean down and kiss Sarah’s cheek, “…hello to you, Mom. I’m getting drinks, can I get you one?”
At least she looks duly chastised. “Yes, please. I’ll have my port.”
I pour her drink first, setting her glass next to the stove where she is lifting a lid from the Dutch oven. Then I pull three beers from the fridge and hand one each to the kids. “Can you drop these off for Grandpa and Taz, please? I’ll be right in. Try not to spill.” I wait until the kids are gone before stepping up beside Sarah, putting my arm around her tense shoulders as I peek into the pan. My mouth waters when I recognize her braised pork chops and onions.
“Kids seem to have had a good time,” she says stiffly.
“We all did. It was a great week.”
She grunts in response. I let go and turn, leaning my butt against the counter, and crossing my arms over my chest.
“We’re not pregnant.” Her eyes dart my way. “We’re not having a baby. Yet.”
“Jesus, Rafe,” Taz snaps from the doorway. “That’s how you’re taking care of it?” She grabs a roll of paper towel from the counter and turns to Sarah. “Mom, I know the gossip mill must’ve been buzzing, seeing as Sheila seemed very interested in our girls’ night out at Salty’s yesterday, but please don’t believe everything she says.”
“I’m not ready for that,” Sarah mumbles, her voice wobbling.
Taz shoves the paper towels at me. “Spencer spilled some beer in the living room.”
“Got it.” I take the roll and head out of the kitchen, knowing when I’ve been dismissed. A quick glance back shows Taz slipping her arm around her mother’s shoulders.
“Everything okay in there?” Ed asks when I bend down to mop up the spill.
“It’s all good.” I throw him a quick smile before asking, “Where