and swiveling her perfect hips. She whimpers as she fucks herself on my cock, and I try my best not to mark her skin with fingertip-sized bruises.
“My clit,” she begs. “Make me come.”
Fuck, I thought she’d never ask.
I reposition our bodies with her stomach flat on the mattress and me behind her. I slam into her, sawing back and forth when I really want to take things slowly as my fingers make maddening circles on her clit.
“Higher,” I urge, my hand smacking the globe of her ass, and her back arches like she was made to take me this way.
She screams my name, and I know I’ll hear the echo of it every night when I close my eyes.
I grunt my release at the first whisper of her body rippling around mine, and my fingers don’t stop moving between her legs until she squeals and pulls away.
“Join me in the shower?” I press my lips to her back, planting kisses along her spine.
“Hot water,” she instructs as I climb off the bed.
I spend a few lingering minutes just watching her before turning around to do her bidding. The water scalds my skin, but she never joins me, and I’m not surprised to find her snoring gently when I walk back into my bedroom with water droplets still on my skin and a towel tight around my waist.
The sight of her naked, collapsed exactly where I left her before the shower is enough to rejuvenate my dick, but we both need a break and some breakfast. After throwing on some sweats and a t-shirt, I press my lips to her shoulder blade before covering her body with the comforter.
“I’m telling you, man, she’s the hottest girl I’ve ever seen.”
“I believe you.”
“Tits like you’ve never seen.”
“Really, Rick? And just how many sets of tits have you seen?”
I stop near the threshold to the living room. I swear teenage boys have a one-track mind.
An uneasy laugh slips from my son, but he doesn’t answer the question.
“Exactly, and quit talking like that, dude. It’s seriously fucking disrespectful.”
I recognize Landon Andrew’s voice, and I knew I liked this kid for a reason.
“Seriously?” Rick continues. “You stare at every female you pass.”
“I’m trying to do better,” Landon mutters.
“Sounds like you’ve had another conversation with your dad.”
I narrow my eyes at this. After knowing what I know about the Cerberus MC, it’s clear those men have raised good kids, but teen boys are a different breed. What they say and do in front of parents and how they act when they think no one is looking can be two different things.
“I had a… reaction.”
“A reaction?” Rick questions. “Like a rash or something?”
A slap rings out. “No, you idiot. Like at the pool. I got hard.”
“How hard?” I tilt my head to hear better.
“Quit looking at my crotch, fucker.”
Rick laughs.
“I’ll just say it was noticeable. People noticed. It was embarrassing.”
“I imagine.”
“So when are you going to talk about the argument you had with Seth?”
“I’m not fucking talking about it,” Rick hisses.
My stomach grumbling reminds me why I left Sophia alone in my bed, so I cough to make myself known before walking out of the hallway.
“Hey, Dad,” Rick mumbles.
“Hey, Mr. Matthews.”
“Colton,” I remind the kid with a quick grin. Most kids pretend to be respectful in the face of adults, but after listening in to part of their conversation, it’s clear this young man is being genuine.
The boys are sitting on either sides of the couch. The television is on, volume low.
“You guys hungry? I was gonna make breakfast.”
“For us, or your friend?”
“Are you hungry or not?” I repeat as I turn in the direction of the kitchen.
Rick either isn’t aware of Landon and Sophia’s connection or he doesn’t care. I don’t think her being here at the same time as Landon is a big deal, but her coming out with no warning wouldn’t be fair to either of them. I have no clue how she wants to handle this situation even though I know last night and this morning wasn’t a fluke. She’s going to be spending more time here, and Landon comes over often enough that their paths are eventually going to cross. First thing on a Saturday morning without knowing exactly what the boys heard from my room earlier probably isn’t the perfect time though.
“Pancakes and eggs?” I ask as I open the fridge.
I know I have an awkward conversation coming with Dominic, but with any luck, I won’t have to have it today.
“You don’t