Licked (Getting Dirty #3) - Tory Baker Page 0,17
at the rate we’re going.
“Hey.” Berkley opens her apartment door. She’s wearing a sleep shirt, tits unencumbered, her nipples that my mouth is begging for pebbled, shorts that show off her legs. It’s her face, though, soft from I’m hoping some kind of sleep while she waited for my phone call. The worst part was that I had to stop by my own place to grab a shower first. There was no way I was coming to her smelling like I did. It was that rough of a night.
“Sugar.” My hand finds the side of her neck. I step inside still holding it. My other hand moves behind me, snapping the lock in place somehow. For every step I take towards her, she takes one back, until her back meets the wall. My lips land on hers, her leg goes up and over my hip. I use my other hand and help Berkley wrap both legs around my waist.
“God, I needed this after this day.” Life happens and shit goes wrong, but today takes the cake, well, after dropping off Sienna at school is when it started. Melody came into the restaurant at her wit’s end. I guess Joseph lawyered up and wants to all of a sudden start visitation this weekend. Her attorney is going to try and stop it, because hell, if you’re a sperm donor, you get everything. Even when you don’t see your daughter for over a year or pay child support. Things just trickled down at the restaurant. The silver fucking lining is the goddess in my arms. Her body squirming, our tongues entwining, and her soft moans make it all go away.
“Fuck, I lose my mind every time you’re in my arms.”
“I’m not complaining.” She must notice the tiredness in my voice.
“Thankful as hell you’re having me over, but I think I’m toast.” She reaches up, kisses the side of my mouth, drops her legs, takes my hand, and leads me to her bedroom.
“Damn, do you always wear this to bed?” Berkley’s ass cheeks are showing beneath the edge of her shorts, the way she turns her head, long hair hanging straight and moving with Berkley.
“Sometimes, sometimes not.” She wiggles her eyebrows before turning around, giving me all kinds of solicitous thoughts. The hallway is short. We pass one bedroom. There’s a bed in there, but for the most part, the room is filled with racks and racks of clothes. Damn, my girl has quite the obsession. The walls have pictures hung with photos of her family, and it looks like some from her road trip.
When we make it to her room, she lets go of my hand and crawls up from the foot of the bed. I toe off my shoes, pull my shirt over my head, leaving me in a pair of jersey shorts, and follow her. My hands mold to her hips, my cock already lengthening with the position we’re in.
“If I weren’t about to collapse on my face, I’d be sinking so deep inside you right now, Berkley.” I groan.
“There’s always tomorrow. Come on. Melody let me know what happened today when she picked up Sienna, then add in what you told me on your five-minute reprieve, and sleep is needed. I’m not going anywhere. Promise,” she soothes me as I lie beside her, my arm sliding beneath her neck, bringing her in.
“Neither am I, sugar, neither am I.” I kiss the top of her head as she places her hand on top of my heart, both of us drifting off to sleep. This afternoon and evening may have started shitty, but the day is ending in the best possible way with Berkley surrounding me.
Thirteen
Berkley
I’m warm, warmer than I usually am when I’m in bed. Add in the fact that there’s a hand holding my breast and a hard cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass. I’m not complaining, especially because I know they belong to Ryder.
It sucked that he came over dead to the world last night, and that he was so exhausted we barely whispered good night. His hours are definitely on the weird side, but I see how Aspen and Jasper make it work, and his are even worse. We’ll make this work no matter what time Ryder makes it in.
“Ryder.” My voice is still scratchy with sleep. I moan as he rocks his hips into mine, his fingers pinching my taut nipples.
“Morning, sugar.” He moves our bodies until I’m lying flat on my back and