his balls drew tight, and he clenched his teeth in an effort not to come.
“Mo,” she breathed, and shot back, arching deep and riding untamed, bouncing with abandon on his dick.
Thank…
Fuck.
He clamped both hands on her ass, forcing her rhythm faster and harder, and thrust up into her as his cock exploded, his balls emptied, so did his mind. Everything that was him about his dick and his Lottie, and he was still coming when she collapsed on top of him, her body lax, her hips moving as he kept driving her down on his still shooting cock.
Eventually Mo settled.
Lottie was already spent.
They lay there, connected and silent, and caught their breath.
Finally, she turned her head and kissed the valley of his pecs.
Mo moved so he could wrap his arms around her. And there was so little of her, his arms so long, his fingers could grip his own flesh.
His sweet little Lottie.
“How you doin’?” he murmured, his voice still thick.
“Exceptional,” she replied, shifting to rest her cheek on him again.
“Sweet mouth,” he complimented.
“Thanks, babe,” she murmured, but he felt that cheek on him move with her smile.
“You didn’t kiss me either,” he noted.
He felt her body move with a quiet laugh before she said, “Yes, I did. Lots of tongue.”
There absolutely was lots of tongue.
Mo joined in her laughter before he pulled her off his softening dick and rolled her to her side.
He kissed the hair on top of her head and got out of the bed.
He adjusted his shorts and went to the bathroom, got rid of the rubber, grabbed one of Lottie’s thick, cream washcloths to wipe down his cock, rinsed the cloth out, washed his hands and went back to her.
Face to face, he pulled her close then yanked the covers back over them.
“Now go back to sleep,” he ordered.
She pressed closer and asked, “Is it nightmares?”
Fuck.
He didn’t want to get into this with her.
This was one of the things that drove them away.
“No.”
She didn’t utter a follow-up question.
But for some reason, his mouth moved.
“Conditioned myself to wake up before they happen.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
“I don’t go back to sleep ’cause…”
He didn’t finish.
She still said, “Yeah.”
She knew why.
If he went back to sleep, the nightmares would come.
She left it there.
Or she left that there.
“The other women—?”
It didn’t take her long to deduce that.
“Not big fans of the nightmares or me getting up at two or three in the morning.”
Her frame got tight.
“Lottie, it’s okay,” he assured her.
“It really isn’t,” she replied.
“It is because I’m not with them, I’m with you.”
He heard her head move on the sheet and he looked down at the shadow of her face in the dark.
“This is true. It’s still not okay. Didn’t they talk to you about it?”
“Yeah. The rigmarole. Find a way to sort it out. VA. Pills. Groups.”
“And?”
“The VA is a clusterfuck. Pills slow me up and I cannot be slow and do my job. And I got a group.”
The pitch of her voice was higher with her surprise when she asked, “You’re in a group?”
“It consists of Axl, Mag, Auggie and Boone. Sometimes, shit goes down with one of us, or one of us sees the other’s got somethin’ up, we hit someone’s crib, have a few beers, talk it out.”
“Axl, I know. Mag, Auggie and Boone?”
“More of Hawk’s men, my boys.”
“Oh.”
“Mag’s my roommate.”
More surprise. “You have a roommate?”
“Tammy took off, he was looking for a place. Moved in.”
“Right.”
“Good guy,” he muttered.
“I’d hope you wouldn’t move an asshole in with you.”
Mo grinned at her.
“What kind of name is ‘Mag?’” she asked.
“Short for Magnusson, his last name.”
“Is his first name Kourtney?”
He started laughing again, and through it, said, “No. It’s Daniel.”
“Speaking of Daniel. Boone, last or first?”
Mo kept laughing. “First. Last name Sadler. And before you ask, Auggie is Augustus Hero. And I’ll confirm, his last name is actually Hero. He gets the most shit. He says it’s Greek and since most women treat him like he’s a god, I don’t figure he’s lying. Axl is Axl Pantera.”
“I was pretty sure Axl was a god,” she told him. “So if Auggie is a god, then I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Axl’s a cat.”
“As in tom?”
“Exactly.”
That made Lottie laugh.
He pulled her closer so he could feel it better.
Lottie cuddled in and fell silent.
When she said no more for a while, he again urged, “Now go back to sleep.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Hold you for a while. Then I might get up and hit the gym. But I’ll come back, probably