Dirty Vegas Nights (The Trifecta #2) - Logan Chance Page 0,41

she opens her mouth, but Felicity comes back with a stack of coloring books and crayons, stopping us both from saying anymore.

I’m working on a cool fucking black bunny with big yellow eyes when Emma comes into the room. She has a short pink robe tied around her, covering the shorts she’s wearing making it appear like she’s naked under the thin material. My eyes roam over her, the caveman in me wanting to pick her up and carry her back into her room.

Emma rakes me up and down before moving her focus off me. “Why aren’t you coloring, Felicity?”

It takes me a moment to realize Felicity has abandoned me. I was so intent on making this bunny the coolest bunny ever colored, I didn’t notice Felicity left her half-finished picture and curled up on her grandma’s lap.

“I was tired,” Felicity answers, getting up and hugging her mother.

Emma touches Felicity’s head and she sighs in relief when she doesn’t feel a fever.

“I gave her a dose of medicine about three hours ago.”

Emma comes over and sinks down next to me. “That’s quite a bunny you have there.”

“That’s quite a robe you have there.” I answer, trying to keep my heated gaze off her since her daughter and mother are like four feet away.

Emma leans in, whispering in my ear, “You should see what’s under it.”

My dick surges at her low voice brushing against my ear. I lean further into the coffee table hoping to hide my arousal. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“I hope so.” Emma grabs the crayon from me finishing the back foot I’d been working on.

After we finish our badass bunny, I yawn and stretch my muscles. I can’t hide the smirk when I catch Emma’s eyes roam over the patch of stomach I revealed when lifting up my arms. She has it just as bad as I do.

“Why don’t you go lay down. You let me sleep in now it’s my turn.”

“I should go work out,” I say without conviction.

Emma rubs my abs, causing my cock to stand at attention again, just when I had it calmed down. “I think you can miss a day.”

I give her a shocked look, and she rolls her eyes. “Alright, you can work out later. Go take a nap.”

It doesn’t take much coaxing. I lay down on the cool sheet of Emma’s bed. I find the pillow that holds her scent the strongest and stuff it under my head, falling asleep as soon as I get it where I want it.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

I reach out and grab Emma’s waist pulling her against me. “Much better.”

Emma snuggles closer to me, her leg draping over my thigh. “You didn’t seem to mind not having me next to you while you slept. You were sleeping deep.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not better with you wrapped around me. Where’s Felicity and your mom?”

“They’re in my mom’s room watching cartoons. Felicity’s still getting better so she doesn’t have all of her energy just yet.”

I inhale Emma’s hair pulling her even closer to me.

“Take a shower with me,” she whispers.

Emma has now officially woke every part of my body up. My cock pushes against her stomach and she grinds back against me.

Without letting her go, I get off the bed. I walk us both into Emma’s bathroom and shut the door, locking it before setting Emma down.

She watches as I untie the sash of her robe. I push the robe off her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Emma’s in a white tank top and small shorts with little ducks on them.

“You’re fucking beautiful, do you know that?”

She sucks in a deep breath, smiling at my compliment.

I take the hem of her tank top and lift it off until her arms are up in the air. “Don’t move,” I order, wrapping the material around her wrists.

Emma’s tits are high, her breathing makes them rise and fall. “Mine,” I growl before descending down on one perky nipple and sucking it into my mouth.

Emma gasps as her knees wobble, but I don’t stop sucking. I wrap my arm around her ass keeping her on her feet as I suck and nibble on one nipple before switching to the other.

“Please.” Her plea has my cock throbbing to be inside of her.

I pull down her shorts and panties in one movement. Getting on my knees I look up to see Emma staring at me, her breath coming out in short pants. Her arms still above her head, the tank top binding her