he fucked me, his words and movements getting more frantic as he got closer and closer to coming. I reached down between my legs and touched myself, knowing it wouldn’t take much more to make me come again.
I felt his movements start to stutter and he hissed, right there on the edge. I frantically rubbed my clit so I could join him, and I let go at the same time he did, his cock twitching inside me as I milked him with my orgasm.
“God.” Rason groaned as he fell to the bed beside me. “That was so fucking good.”
I snuggled into the pillow I had clutched under me. “That was really, really good. We’ve got to do that again soon.”
“Let me get you a washrag, and we’ll get cleaned up and start all over again.” Rason slapped me on my ass and walked into the master bathroom. I watched him go, marveling at his naked body.
“You look more cut than you did just two weeks ago when I saw you,” I told him. “I swear you’re the only person I know who can lay around a house and get more fit.”
“Mace put workout equipment in the garage right after I moved in there. I worked out every morning and then again at night. There wasn’t anything else to do.”
“Damn.” I watched him walk back into the bedroom, his soft cock at eye level since he was standing by the bed. I reached out for him and he hissed when I tugged, but he started to get hard almost instantly. “You’re turning me into a sex fiend, Rason.”
“Hell, yeah.” Rason groaned as he thrust his now hard cock into my hand.
I put my mouth on him and sucked the tip in, swirling my tongue around, and he grunted, the washcloth forgotten when he dropped it and put his hands in my hair.
I glanced up and saw him watching me so I pulled my mouth away to smile. “Welcome home.”
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“Why are you putting on my shirt?”
“Because it smells like you, silly.” I laughed. “Get up. I’ve got something to show you.”
“Oh, you already showed me quite a few things, babe.”
“Get. Up.”
“Already? Damn, you’re insatiable, woman.”
“Rason!”
“I’m up! I’m up!” he grumbled as he put his feet on the floor. “You’ve drained me of all energy, Eliza. I may need you to carry me.”
I watched as he pulled on the shorts I’d tossed at him. I’d been slowly but surely collecting more clothes for him during the rare times that Hank would take me into the next town over to shop.
The baggy basketball shorts were barely holding onto his waist as he walked toward me, and I marvelled at the muscles he worked on while he was stuck in Reba’s house.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Rason growled as he got closer to me. “I can think of at least ten different positions I want you in right now, but I need a rest first.”
“Come with me.” I held his hand and tugged him out into the hall. We walked across the living room and down the other hallway past the spare bedrooms toward the sunroom. When we got to the door, I stopped and turned to look at him. “I have a surprise I’ve been working on for a while. I wanted to tell you about it more than once, especially when you sounded so down, but I kept it a secret.”
“What is it?”
I turned the knob and pushed the door open. The white lights that Hank and Grunt had woven through the vines twinkled in the dark room, and I heard Rason gasp.
“You got it? How?” He rushed into the room and touched one of the almost ripe pieces of fruit that hung heavy from the vines I’d painstakingly nursed back to health. Rason whispered, “Eliza, I can’t believe you did this.”
“I did it for you. The guys helped me break into your house and we stole it one night. I’ve had it at Hank and Nicole’s this whole time, trying to get it healthy after it was damaged in the explosion. We said we’d talk when the fruit grew, and I’ve been waiting . . .”
“I love you,” Rason said as he turned around and looked at me. “I’ve loved you since that first night we were together, maybe even before.”
“I love you too.”
Rason kissed me softly and held his hand on my cheek for a second while he looked down into my eyes.
“Wait right here, babe. Don’t move.” He dropped