His Old Lady - Debra Kayn Page 0,75

cock, she hungrily fed her arousal.

Finding his neck, she trailed her fingers along the leather ropes, the chain, the medallion. He thrust into her harder. Holding on to his jewelry, she reached for the pleasure he stroked each time his body came fully into contact with her.

Her eyes rolled back behind her eyelids. She bucked against him. Pleasure within her grasp, she couldn't touch him enough.

Letting go of his jewelry, she found his head and rubbed, bringing him closer and closer. Her climax swept in and suspended her. She gasped in his mouth.

He pulled his upper body back and stared down at her. She tried to speak, but only her mouth moved.

The lines on his forehead deepened, and his strokes grew longer, more unsteady until his head reared back, and he held himself completely inside her. Her ankles unhooked from the back of his legs, and her arms slithered off him.

"I forgot to scream to the world that you belong to me." She smiled lazily.

He lowered himself down and rolled to his side, taking her with him. "You didn't yell, but there was a lot of moaning. Maybe someone heard you."

"You think?" She inhaled deeply, completely sated.

He chuckled and kissed her softly. "No, but there's always next time."

She laughed lazily. "I love you."

"I know you do." He brushed the bits of grass off her back. "I've always known."

"Because you love me?" she whispered.

"More than you'll ever know," he whispered back.

Squeezed against him, her happiness was off the charts. To think they could've been loving each other all these years, and instead fought and kept their space, only drilled in the need for her never to be apart from him again.

Chapter 32

Faye

Rocky stood in front of her in the yard, holding a plastic bat. Faye picked up the whiffle ball and tossed it underhanded to Tracy's son.

Tracy walked out of the house, carrying Elizabeth, who wasn't walking yet. "He's going to wear you out chasing that ball."

"You've got a jock on your hands." She jogged over to retrieve the ball. "He hits them about half the time. I don't even think I could do that."

She walked over to Rocky and ruffled his hair. "I need a break, buddy. Do you want a push-up?"

"Please." Rocky dropped the bat, reaching up for her hand.

She laughed, taking him to the freezer in the garage. The longer she was around him, she started to understand his language. Please sounded a lot like peas.

After getting him the easy to eat ice cream treat, she returned to the front of the house and sat beside Tracy. Curley would be arriving soon. He'd called earlier that morning and let her know he was in Eastern Washington and heading home.

"Were we ever that young?" She swept her hair behind her shoulders.

"If we were, I don't remember." Tracy leaned to the side and nudged Faye's shoulder. "Thanks for stay last night. I can't remember when the last time both kids slept through the whole night. I might hire you to come wear them out every day if it means I get enough hours of sleep."

"I don't think I'm ready for that." She glanced at Tracy. "Do you want to tell me why I was sent here to spend the night?"

Tracy sighed and put the baby on her other side. "You caught that too?"

"Mm-hm. I had a feeling Curley had his hand in having me come here." She stretched her legs out in front of her, watching Rocky make a mess of his ice cream out in the yard. "Things are going so good between us, I didn't want to ask Curley. I knew the club was going on a ride, so he has a legitimate reason for leaving town, but there was no real reason for me to come here and interrupt you and Rick."

"Give me a minute." Tracy got up and gathered Rocky, leading him into the house.

Outside by herself, Faye rubbed the base of her neck. She wasn't worried about Curley's reasons for sending her here, she was mostly curious.

Now that they'd opened communication, it was like someone had turned the faucet on. Her questions poured out. She wanted to know everything about him.

Several minutes later, Tracy returned by herself. "Rick's going to clean Rocky up and try to get both kids down for a nap. That means I can sit out here and relax."

"He's really a good dad." She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.

"Yeah." Tracy smiled. "The best."

She