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“I don’t know what to do,” I say, leaning my head back to kiss his lips, wanting that connection.
“Rest. We’ll figure it out in the morning,” Jeremy says. “I’ll kill him before I let him get near you or take Theo.”
And I believe him.
And I think I love him.
Chapter Twenty-Two
My heart thunders in my chest, and I awake with a gasp, my eyes flying open. The room is dark, but light from the hallway filters in; enough to see every nook and cranny of the space. Listening closely, I concentrate and hold my breath. Not a single sound reaches my ears, and I wait anxiously for the creaking of floorboards or the shuffling of feet moving about the house. Fortunately, all remains quiet and my racing heart slows.
Jeremy’s passed out, warm and relaxed behind me, breathing out puffs of air that tickle my neck. The clock tells me it’s four in the morning, only about an hour after we finally moved from Theo’s cramped bed to mine. Restless and anxious, I slowly shift my weight, wiggling as softly as possible out of the bed, careful not to wake him.
With only one destination in mind, I tiptoe down the hallway, looking over my shoulder, my head on constant swivel. The second my shadow graces the doorway, Blue’s head lifts, his eyes blinking at me. His tail gives a single thump in acknowledgment. He seems to say, ‘Don’t worry, I’m here to protect him’. Theo’s curled up behind him, one foot peeking out from under the blanket, pillows all askew. Looks like we’ve all been having a restless night.
Satisfied that Theo is still here, and safely asleep, I wander through the house. My hand tries the front door, making sure it’s locked tight before stopping at each window. They were all checked earlier, but the urge to look again was unbearable. With everything secure, I return to the bedroom.
The blankets are now heaped on the floor where Jeremy kicked them, leaving his muscular body on full display. His tan skin is soft and kissable in the muted light, and his abs call to me, begging me to trace them with my tongue. Dark black boxers hang low on his hips, gaping open to reveal the tip of his semi-hardened cock. The unsettled energy flickering through me suddenly takes root, and the desire to wake him fills me.
Ever so slowly, I crawl onto the bed, moving like a cat until my face is just above his cock. My lips pucker, blowing a gentle breath across his tip, and a rush of pleasure fills me when it twitches and grows, hardening under my attention.
“Arden,” he groans in his sleep, and it excites me further. Even at rest, I’m the one he’s dreaming of. Bending my neck, I lick across the tip loving the way his flavor coats my tongue. His erection juts toward me like a plant searching for sunlight—only it’s his cock begging for my wicked mouth. And I aim to please. Wrapping my lips around his velvety tip, I suck him into my mouth, loosening my jaw to work him further inside. My head bobs up and down, and I try to get him further with every plunge.
“Oh fuck, Sugar. Just like that,” he rumbles, and my eyes jump to his. Lust fills his gaze as he watches me swallow him down, the look sending heat straight to my core, dampening my sleep shorts. Keeping my eyes on his, I move faster, increasing the pace and sucking harder, loving the groan that spills from his lips.
Jeremy’s hand comes down to my head, not pushing, just encouraging, and I give him what he wants, going deeper until he fills my throat. I swallow around his thick head; the power making my pussy molten.
“I’m close,” he grunts, giving my hair a tug in warning. But I want it. Hollowing my cheeks, I double my efforts, sucking him hard and deep. “Fuckkkk.”
With a roar, his cock thickens, widening so rapidly that I’m afraid for a second I won’t be able to breathe. But then he erupts, cock twitching as I swallow it all. Passion makes his body shake, but he recovers quickly, grabbing me under the arms and twisting me onto my back.
“I’m going to devour every fucking inch of you,” he growls, ripping my sleep shorts down my legs. “Spread for me.”
My legs widen eagerly, and he falls on me like a feral beast. There is no lead-up, which is good because I’m already drenched, and his mouth laps at my pussy, thrusting inside me with a ferocious drive that thrills me. He’s absolutely not playing around. Hands trail up my belly, sliding under my shirt, not stopping until they reach my sensitive breasts. My nipples ache for his touch, and he doesn’t disappoint, rubbing them between his fingers until they become diamond-hard.
The onslaught continues, and he eats at me like a starving man, bringing his lips up to suck my clit. Pressure builds in my core. Excitement races through me. My legs shake and my hands tangle in his hair, not sure if I’m trying to push him away or drag him closer. The world around me fades to nothing more than ecstasy and sensation. The stubble of his chin raking against my skin, the lashing of his tongue against my clit, the pull of his fingers on my nipples—it takes me away. My orgasm rushes over me in a wave of bliss and I arch into his mouth, every muscle in my body going taut as I come with a cry.
My legs shake, my toes curl and, finally, I sink into the mattress, completely satisfied. Jeremy smiles at me from between my legs, giving a wicked chuckle before kissing my pussy tenderly. Almost reverently. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time as my pussy twitches, hungry to be filled.
“Wow,” I manage to croak, panting hard. Bringing my hand up, I brush the sticky tendrils of my blond hair from my sweaty brow.
“Wow is right,” he agrees, voice deep with lust, and the sound caresses my skin like silk. Jeremy shimmies up my overheated body, pressing kisses up my belly, pushing the material of my shirt higher and higher, revealing my breasts. “You want more, Sugar?”
My sensitive nipples beg for his touch, and he doesn’t disappoint, sucking them hard and sending bolts of desire coursing straight to my clit.
“Fuck yes. So much more,” I demand, tugging down the waistband of his boxers.
“I love your dirty mouth,” he groans and my legs wrap around him, lifting my body until my heated pussy slides along his shaft, coating him in my arousal. “So wet for me. Tell me you need it.”
“I need it,” I beg, grinding against him. My clit is on fire, and the yearning to be filled becomes almost unbearable. Our filthy, wet sounds fill the room, only heightening the ache. “Please…”
“You beg so pretty,” he puffs out, notching his velvety tip at my entrance. “Eyes on me as I fill you.”
His order makes my pussy even wetter, and I lock my eyes on his. Reflected back at me is lust, want, and so much more. Love shines from him, and my soul drinks it in, falling even harder for this man. This man who doesn’t care about my past, who adores my son, who’s healed more of my cracks than therapy ever could.
With one quick snap of his hips, he fills me. The stretch is perfection, rubbing against every nerve deep inside. Pleasure erupts as he slides in and out, hips pistoning, and I cry out as my back bows. Each wet thrust hits that special spot until the ecstasy is almost too much to bear. Our bodies slap together, the sound hot, obscene, and wicked. In and out. The world whites out at the edges as my impending orgasm builds. My belly tightens, and the walls of my pussy pulse around him, pulling him impossibly deeper inside.
My arousal coats his cock, but my eyes never leave his as he drives into me. Arching forward, he captures my lips. Our tongues tangle, licking into each other’s mouths, and it’s just what I need to send me careening over the edge. With a roar, he comes too, spilling jet after jet of cum deep inside me. Branding me as his.
