body.
I arched off the bed, strong enough to lift his heavy body on top of me. Nick was saying something over and over again. I could barely think, let alone hear him. Nothing we had done had made me this out of control yet. I could not stop shaking. The orgasm seemed to go on forever.
Nick watched me, leaving me speared helplessly on his hard cock. I saw him grimace and his hips jerked again. So it wasn’t just me then, I thought. Good.
We held each other as we both shook. Nick’s eyes closed as my body continued to convulse beneath his. Finally, he kissed me and rolled us both to the side.
“Hungry?” he asked after we had both caught our breath. “Or we could nap for a little while before dinner.”
“I vote nap,” I said, snuggling against his chest. He was still pressed between my legs.
“So, I was thinking,” he said as we squeezed together sleepily. “What if we turn this and the room next door into a master suite? Leave Mom’s room as it is. We could get an airstream to bunk in for now. I’ve always wanted one.”
“We can move in there. We should,” I said, even though it felt weird.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret it.”
“I think . . . I think I would like sleeping in her bed. But I want to keep some things as they are.”
“The tiny closets or the single bathroom in the whole house?”
I laughed and slapped his shoulder halfheartedly.
“No, I meant the furniture. If you really think we could fix things up . . .”
“We can. And we will. I just don’t want to rock the boat for you emotionally.”
“Thank you, Nick. I want you to be comfortable here, too,” I added shyly. “It’s your home. If you want it to be.”
“Anywhere you are is my home,” he said softly. I felt my heart grow a little bit bigger. I didn’t say anything. The bed might be too small, and the house might have felt empty, but for the first time since Mom died, it felt like a home.
I was smiling ear to ear as I fell asleep wrapped in Nick’s arms.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Mac
“It's definitely going to take at least a couple of weeks to fix this up,” I said, looking around the airstream. The hard exterior was in good shape, but the interior needed a lot of work. We'd had it towed to Honeycutt Stables the day before.
Jack grunted his agreement and Whiskey hid a smile. We all knew that Nick was going out of his mind. He didn't have a good place to be with his woman. They were trying to sleep together every night in a twin bed. ‘Trying’ being the important distinction. Among other things.
There was no way to comfortably fuck in a twin bed, though damned if I wouldn’t have given it my best shot under the same circumstances.
All of us were over here, ready to help the guy out.
"Weeks," he echoed miserably.
"At least. Maybe longer,” I said, really rubbing it in. Whiskey ruined the effect by letting out a loud guffaw.
"No, man. We can knock this out in a couple of days and then look at the plans for the house." He looked around and smiled. "This will be great if you guys want to come down and chill at the lake for more than a day or two."
Nick nodded, looking relieved. We all knew he was not having the best time trying to hump in a twin bed. Well, he was definitely not as pent up as he was before, but it made it hard to get creative.
A big guy like him needed room to spread out to really do his work properly. I should know. I needed all kinds of space to properly tend to my woman.
"Dev already said he'd sell me one of the smaller lots. I thought we could hook up sewer and water and an outdoor shower."
Jack's giant hand slammed down on Nick shoulder. I always laughed when he did that. The big guy had to know that he was stronger and larger than almost everyone except Whiskey and Moose. The man was pretty much a giant. But he'd been subdued lately, spending almost all of his time with his wife and kids. Janet had finally sent him over because she said she needed him out of her hair for a few hours.
"Let's get to it," the mountain rumbled. When Jack spoke, everybody listened, and not just