Zero Forks - Cat Johnson Page 0,48

I felt her grinding against me. Felt her breathing speed. Then felt her muscles start to convulse around me.

I raised my head in time to see her eyes closed tight and her mouth open on a cry.

When I realized she was coming again, I blew out a cuss that would probably cost me a twenty in the swear jar and I didn’t care. Worth every fucking penny.

I held on, riding the waves of her orgasm until, boneless and panting beneath me, she finally released her grip on my ass. I took full advantage of the freedom and dove into her with all the pent up desire her coming around me had built.

It didn’t take long. I felt the point of no return barreling down on me and I didn’t mind one bit. It was time to make my fantasies of coming inside this woman a reality.

I swear I saw stars as the release exploded from me.

My arms shook as I braced above her, trying to regain my breath and my sanity because there was no doubt my wanting this woman to distraction, and then finally having her, was enough to make a man lose his mind.

Finally, spent, I gave up the struggle and collapsed on top of her.

I didn’t want to leave her body. Semi-hard, I considered going for round two right now . . . then I heard her sigh.

Lifting my head, I got a glance at her expression. “You okay?”

“No.”

I definitely did not like that answer. I rolled to the side and lifted up on one elbow, laying my other hand on her bare stomach. “What’s wrong?”

“How old are you?” she asked.

We’d just had some pretty amazing sex and this was what she wanted to talk about?

“Old enough,” I answered.

“Boone. Seriously.”

“I was being serious.” With a sigh, I finally answered, “Twenty-six.”

She blew out a breath. “Oh my God.”

“Why?” I asked.

Sarah scowled. “Because I have shoes older than you.”

“Really? How do you manage that? Because no matter what I do, even if I get them resoled, I can’t keep a pair of work boots longer than two or three years.”

She pulled her mouth to one side. “Boone, I’m being serious here.”

“Again, so am I.” I sat up, not liking how this conversation was going. Not one little bit.

I didn’t win this woman only to lose her again after one tumble in bed. I wanted her for as long as she’d have me.

Unfortunately, that was looking like it wouldn’t be for very much longer.

I refused to accept our time was over already. “Sarah, I don’t give a fu—uh—fork that there’s a little bit of age between us.”

She let out a short laugh. “Little bit? It’s thirteen years, Boone. I graduated high school when you were five. Five!”

She held up her hand, the fingers on one hand spread wide, as if I’d need a visual of what five looked like. She could say it anyway she wanted but it didn’t matter to me.

I didn’t care how old she was, or how old I was when she first got to vote or drive or whatever.

All I cared about was right now. Right here. Her and me, together.

I lifted one shoulder. “Lucky for me I didn’t know you then. I met you now, when I am old enough to make you come. Twice, if I’m not mistaken.”

She screwed up her lips unhappily at my observation even the color in her cheeks deepened. “Orgasms don’t change anything.”

“Oh, that’s where I think you’re wrong. Orgasms change everything.”

Looking frustrated, she let out a breath. I took that as a good sign. I was wearing her down.

I cupped her cheek with my hand. “Just roll with it.”

“Roll with it?” Her eyes flew wide as the volume of her voice rose. “Everything about this—us—is just . . . wrong.”

“Why?” I asked, honestly wondering what was so wrong with her and I being together. “I’m single. You’re single—you are single, right?”

“Yes. Very.” She scowled and I wondered why, but not enough to dwell on it. I had convincing to do.

“Then there you go. Ain’t nothing wrong about this. Us.”

“You work for me—” she began.

“I’ll quit.” I didn’t need even a second to think about it.

Her eyes widened. “Don’t you dare quit. I need you.”

I felt a wide smile creep onto my face. “Do you? That’s good to hear.”

“I meant for Stewie. But besides you’re working for me, I’m too old for you.”

“That’s for me to decide and I’ve decided you are nowhere near too old. You’re just right.”

There was