is muffled, but it’s still too loud for me to hear his zipper. I go to work on my own, before I straddle him, meshing our mouths together.
It’s a hot fuck as our tongues tangle with one another, his finger sneaks down my body, underneath my panties, flicking against my clit. “Yes,” I moan.
“God you’re so wet,” he moans right along with me.
“I missed you, the bike, us, like this,” I pant, trying my best to get ahold of my emotions.
“Missed you too,” he grunts as he reaches behind me and lines himself up.
Sinking down, I throw my head back at the sensation of him widening me enough for him to fit. We settle against each other as I take him in one slow slide. I tighten and loosen my muscles and he lets out an animalistic growl. “Let go of me, let me fuck you,” he demands.
I continue to flex my inner muscles against him until he grabs hold of my thighs and begins to move me up and down his length. The sound in the room is furious as we rock against one another.
Sloppy kisses, roaming hands, and the rhythm of our bodies is all I can focus on as I fall down and come up, fall down and come back up. Hooking my arms around his neck, I use the strength of his muscles to help me move faster.
His hands tangle in my shirt as he works underneath to get to my lace covered tits. Those calloused hands of his running against my soft skin, making me scream. I grip his hair, pulling on it hard as I feel myself starting to let go.
“Yes, grip it, tug it, pull it - do whatever the fuck you have to do,” he encourages me, getting louder.
I lean back, giving him a little more room. He takes the opportunity to sneak his hand between us, rubbing against where we’re joined. Before I know it, I’m over the edge and he’s grunting his release.
In the aftermath we grin at one another as we try to clean up.
When we leave, there’s only one person in the hallway.
Laura.
I’m usually not petty, but I can’t help but look her in the eye and make a production out of wiping my mouth.
One thing I know for sure, she better never come near Dalton again.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Mandy
I’m sore in the best of ways as I cross my legs at my desk, going through some of the briefs Charity’s asked me to check up on.
One in particular catches my eye. It’s one we took over for another attorney we help out sometimes. The name rings a bell. Owen Fitzpatrick.
I can’t remember where I know it from. Pulling out my cell phone, I fire off a text to Dalton.
M: Where do I know the name Owen Fitzpatrick from?
D: That bitch from Wet Wanda’s - that’s her boyfriend.
M: Interesting. We have a file on him.
D: Really? Let me get back to you, babe.
“Hey, Charity,” I yell from the front area. “Do you know where these legal briefs came from? The ones we took over?”
She comes out of her office, a t-shirt on, which causes me to look twice.
“Fucking milk leaked. Dude I am too old for this.”
I laugh, laugh so hard I can’t speak. Eventually she joins in, and before we’re done, we both have tears streaming down our faces.
“That felt good.” I smile at her, still giggling slightly.
“It did. We haven’t laughed like that in too long, Mandy.” She reaches over. “Let’s not make it a habit. I love to laugh with you.”
“I love to laugh with you too, sorry about your milk.”
She snorts. “Don’t even know why I’m killing myself to try and breast feed. This kid doesn’t even take it half the time, but every book I read said this is what we should be doing now. Do you know the amount of shit that’s changed since we had our first babies? It’s a whole new world, I don’t know how Addy’s going to handle it.”
Addy? What? “Addy’s pregnant?” I sit up straighter in my chair. “Does Tyler know?”
She giggles again. “Yes, and yes. I don’t think they’ve shared it much, but I found out when she asked me a few questions. She was trying to beat around the bush, but there’s only one reason why you’re asking another woman about hemorrhoids after birth. Am I right, or am I right?”
“Little does she know, that will be the least of her worries.” I whistle.
“Exactly.”
The two of us