Drilled - Jayne Rylon Page 0,22

over his shoulder.

“You like what you see?” he asked.

She nodded. “You should call me next time you guys decide to do this at work.”

“Me too,” Morgan added on a gasp. “Why haven’t we thought of that before? I always wonder what you’re up to.”

“Today you don’t have to imagine. You get the real thing.” Mike smiled down at Kate and rubbed up against her, his dick sliding over her mound. He loved how slick she was already. He didn’t have to ask if she was up for it—she made that clear with her ragged breathing and her nails digging into his shoulders—but he did anyway. “Is this okay?”

“No. It won’t be okay until you’re inside me. Fuck, Mike. I’m so horny I’m going to die if you don’t do it soon.” She clawed at his back.

“I did notice that the other day, outside, too.” Mike chuckled. “I think I like you pregnant. Maybe we should do this another couple of times.”

“What’d we miss?” Neil asked. “That sounds like fun.”

“It was something like this…” Mike took his cock in hand and fed it into his wife. The first contact of her hot pussy on his shaft took his breath away every damn time. And this one was no exception. “Except faster, and harder, and up against the exterior wall of our house in broad daylight.”

“Damn.” Joe nuzzled Morgan’s neck and must have followed Mike’s lead because his wife gasped then hummed, her ankles locking in the small of Joe’s back. “I knew we were missing the good stuff while we were out here.”

“Not now you’re not,” Mike told him. Their gazes collided for a moment before their attention returned to their wives and the pleasure they brought each other.

Someone—Devon, he thought—moaned from the other side of the phone. She confirmed it when she begged, “I need someone to fuck me too. Please, hurry.”

“I’ve got you,” James promised. “If Neil has me.”

“Hell yes. I do,” Neil said.

“And I’ve got you,” Dave added. The smack that followed was likely a slap on Neil’s ass as the four crew members lined up to please each other in one long train of passion.

“Oh God, that’s hot.” Morgan spread her legs wider, her knee nudging Mike’s hip as she made as much room as possible for Joe to plow into her. “No wonder you guys love working together.”

“We don’t fuck around all of the time,” Devon promised with a snort that dissolved into something like a gasp. Mike knew that noise and could picture James sinking into her, distracting her from her sass as usual.

Mike dropped his head so his forehead rested on Kate’s and he could stare into her eyes. Did she realize that she was at the core of this? It was her that had made it possible. Meeting her and falling in love that long-ago summer had shaped his life. Her acceptance of his desires and those of his best friends had brought them to this place where they could be honest about what they needed and how their rapture triggered each other’s.

He loved her and the life she’d given him. The children who made him laugh, and sometimes want to pull out his hair. It was all because of her.

“I love you,” he murmured as he began to rock, impaling her on his cock a little more gently than he might have otherwise.

He should have known she wasn’t going to settle for only some of him.

Kate bit his lower lip, then ordered, “Fuck me, Mike. Like you know I want it.”

He couldn’t have stopped then if he’d wanted to. He dug his knees into the carpet and adjusted his weight so that he pressed more fully into her, his elbows bearing the brunt of his force where he levered himself above her.

Kate purred and rubbed up against him, as if it turned her on even more when her chest caressed his. Hell, maybe it did. So he shifted his hand from her hair to her breast and flicked his thumb over the hardened peak of her nipple. It wasn’t usually her most erogenous zone, but he remembered clearly that when she’d been pregnant before, her body had responded in all sorts of ways it didn’t ordinarily.

It seemed this was one.

Kate’s pussy fisted around his cock, making it more difficult for him to fuse himself as tightly to her unless he went faster, and drilled harder into her. When he glanced to his right, he saw Joe was matching him stroke for stroke