Game Ender, page 15
That breaks the spell. I lift my chin to her face, meeting her dancing eyes with no doubt wide ones.
“Are you serious?”
“Yep,” she says with a wicked grin.
“And you’d know this how?” She covers her face with her arm but I don’t miss her bright red cheeks.
Chuckling, I gently grab her wrist and move her arm away and lower my mouth to her ear. “Sweetness, with what we’re about to do, and everything we’re hopefully going to do, there’s going to be nothing between us.”
I move back when she turns toward me, our gazes meeting again. “I want to know what turns you on . . .” Dipping my head, I brush my lips against her. “I need to know what makes you so hot you can barely breathe . . .” I nip the corner of her mouth then soothe the sting with a swipe of the tip of my tongue. “And I definitely need to know it was me you were thinking about when you touched yourself and made yourself leak.”
I lose every train of thought when she grabs hold of my shoulders, hooks her leg around my calf and flips me over onto my back before attacking my mouth with renewed hunger.
There’s something to be said about a woman taking control to get what she wants, and there’s no doubt in my mind that Amy wants me.
I stop holding back, I give as good as I get, kissing, nipping, licking, sucking, everything and everywhere, all of me and all of her, switching positions so she’s on her back again with my body against hers.
When her hands leave me to get her jeans off, I shift back and straddle her thighs, helping her wiggle out of her pants while taking the availed opportunity to let my hands roam over her skin.
The moment we’re both naked, there’s absolutely nothing that can stop us. I smash my mouth against hers, our teeth clashing as the hunger between us reaches a breaking point.
I run my mouth down her body again, this time with only one goal in mind, to drive her absolutely insane and get that taste of her I’ve been craving for months on my tongue.
The moment I sweep my tongue against her clit, she cries out. I lift my eyes to watch her, grinning against her skin when she grabs a pillow and shoves it over her face to muffle the sounds she has no control over.
It’s then I lose myself in her, one hand gripping her hip, the fingers of the other delving inside her, feeling her clamp around me the more I work her up.
She clasps my shoulders, pulling me away. When I move over her again she grabs hold of my face and kisses me, the smell and taste of her surrounding us.
“Condom, top drawer,” she mutters, the words caressing my lips with every breath.
I lift my head and quirk a brow, a sly grin playing at my mouth. “Need I ask?”
She shakes her head, smiling back at me. “They’re from BB, before Brody.”
I kiss her hard and fast before lifting up and reaching over to her bedside table, jerking the handle and rummaging inside, pulling my hand out when I find purchase on a welcome foil packet.
Standing up in front of her, I quickly rip the packaging, rolling the rubber down just as Amy’s fingers join mine to finish the job.
“Any more of that, and this party will be over before we’ve even begun.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” she says with a laugh. “I think we’re both going to be quick triggers first time around.” She winks and lies back down, holding her arms open for me to join her.
I stand there and peruse her naked form laid out before me, a vision I’ve fantasized about for months and months.
“You’re beautiful.”
“And you’re wasting time,” she says huskily. Four words that spur me on as she no doubt intended.
I move onto the bed, cupping her breasts in my hands on my way down, pushing them together and rolling my tongue over one nipple and then the other.
Bracing my forearms on either side of her, I grind my hips against hers, running my cock between her legs and groaning at the feeling.
She tangles her fingers in my hair and again holds her lips to mine. “I need you inside me, Thomas. Make me your last.”
And I’m done for. I pull back and with our eyes locked, I slowly push inside her, loving the way her eyelids flutter closed the moment I’m all the way in.
Fuck, there’s nothing like the feel of her. Absolutely fucking nothing like having my cock inside of Amy.
I already feel the tell-tale pressure at the base of my spine and I know there’s no way I’m going to last as long as Amy deserves. That doesn’t mean I can’t make it good for her first though.
Bringing a hand between us, I rub my thumb over her clit just as our mouths meet in a frenzied kiss, her grip on my head tightening as she thrusts her hips up against mine as if to urge me on.
In what feels like moments later, but I’m sure is at least a few minutes—I hope anyway—Amy clenches around my cock, her movements becoming frantic as she claws at my hair, her mouth devouring me whole as I hammer into her harder and faster, wanting to come with her.
When she whimpers against my lips I lose hold of the last scrap of control I have and let go, thrusting into her twice more as I empty myself into her, knowing that there’s no way I can ever let this woman go.
I brush my lips against hers, our breaths coming in hard and fast pants as we come down from the high of climax. “This is it now, sweetness. Us against the world.”
She smiles against my skin, her eyes locked with mine. “I love you.”
“That’s good because I fucking love you too.”
She giggles and runs her hands up my arms, curling over my neck to cup my jaw before she kisses me soft and slow, as if to seal our words and commemorate the moment.
She shifts beneath me, her gaze turning hooded once more.
“So when do I get round two . . .”
I pin her with a heated stare, my dick twitching in anticipation at a repeat performance just as the room is filled with the crackle of static and a quiet cry from the other important person in both our lives over the baby monitor.
“Let’s table that for future reference,” I say with a grin, kissing her quickly before rolling over and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
“I can get him,” she says, the covers rustling behind my back. I shake my head and look over my shoulder at her. “I just need to get a towel to clean up since my boobs decided to give us a milk bath.” I chuckle at that, not caring one bit that she leaked. In fact, the taste I got when I was paying close attention to her gorgeous breasts is not something I’ll forget in a hurry.
“You stay there, I’ll get him.” The expression on her face is one I won’t forget anytime soon.
Something tells me I earned brownie points with that one.
“Okay,” she whispers.
It’s not until I’m dressed and almost in the hall that she speaks again.
“Thomas?” I stop in the doorway and turn toward her.
“Yeah, sweetness.”
“I’m glad I’m your last because that means you’re mine too. And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
TWO MONTHS LATER
“I love your bath. I don’t think I ever want to leave,” I sigh, leaning my weight into Thomas behind me.
“Glad you like it,” he murmurs, his hands continuing their exploration of my body, wherever he can reach.
Suffice to say, life has been rather good since Thomas and I sealed the deal that night two months ago. One, I got over myself and my insecurities about Thomas and the reasons why he was with us, and two, things between Thomas and I have been nothing short of perfection. I get those belly whooshes on a daily basis when he’s around and I’ve loved being able to share Brody’s milestones with him.
I have that family unit I wanted for Brody. The one I’d imagined creating with Thomas months ago when he ensconced himself in our lives.
And right now, I’m in the middle of very enjoyable adult time with Thomas in his claw-footed tub.
“Lean forward,” he whispers in my ear. I quiver at the feel of his breath against the damp skin of my neck.
Doing as asked, I move so my boobs are almost touching my knees, conveniently moving my ass up against his hard cock. That thought is waylaid when a soft loofah slowly glides across my shoulder blades and down my spine.
What pleases me more is the wandering hand sliding up my side and curling around my breast.
He brushes his lips against the curve of my neck. “I told you baths are fun.”
“Are you okay with going to dinner at Sean and Sam’s next week?” I ask, arching my back into him.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I just wanted to check with you, that’s all. It’s what couples do.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulders and tilts my face so I’m looking straight at him. “I like that,” he says with a bright smile.
Tilting my head, I scrunch my nose. “You like what?”
“Us doing normal, everyday couple things.”
I giggle and lean back into him, smiling to myself when he starts washing me again, this time paying particular attention to my highly sensitive—and very inviting—body parts.
“You do know that we’ve been doing lots of everyday normal couple things for quite a while now. In fact, you were doing my laundry and bringing me food before the concept of us as a couple was even a possibility.”
“Don’t think for one second that we were ever not a possibility, sweetness.”
Needing more contact, more everything from Thomas, I roll over, sloshing water all over the bathroom floor but not giving one shit about it in that moment.
I rest my forearms on his chest and look up, not missing the way his eyes heat as they scan the unadulterated view he’s now getting of my ass peeking out of the water. “Who would’ve thought you’d be so organized to arrange a ‘bath’ date.”
“An adult bath date with you . . . naked . . .”
“And wet . . .”
“That too.”
“And even arranging a portable crib for Brody. You’re quite the problem solver aren’t you? A date with a baby in the bath minus the baby.”
“Babies don’t get adult bath time. That’s a special treat for sexy MILFs. We’re just lucky he’s still happy having naps.”
I tilt my head. “You often have MILFs in your bath?”
He drops his head back and laughs before returning his amused gaze to me. “Nope, you’re definitely the first.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m a MILF though, more a MIAF.” His brows furrow and he looks adorably puzzled.
His lips slowly morph into a wicked grin. “A mom I’m about to fuck?”
“Let’s see, shall we?” I rise up and kiss him, delving my tongue between his parted lips as his hands run down to my ass, his fingers biting into my skin.
I begin to rock my hips against his, jolts of pleasure scoring through me with every slide and glide.
“Fuck,” he groans as I push myself so my breasts are right there in his line of sight. Wrapping his big hand beneath one, he drops his head forward, dragging his lips across the sensitive skin before circling my pert nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“I think . . . I’m gonna love . . . adult bath time . . .” I whimper as he sets out to drive me wild and send me soaring. He runs his fingers down my body before delving between my legs and stroking his thumb over my clit in dizzying circles while easing two fingers inside of me.
With trembling legs, I feel my climax advancing like a category five hurricane. “Thomas . . .” I moan, unable to verbalize anything else other than moans and whimpers. His hand cups my jaw and he crushes his lips against mine, swallowing my cries as I fall over the edge, my hips thrusting against his hand as he makes sure I ride the wave right to the end.
Not nearly satisfied, I move up to straddle him, his hands gripping my hips and holding me in place as I roll my hips along the length of his cock, earning a gratifying growl in return.
I run my hands over his chest, following them with my body until my breasts are pressing against him and my mouth is within licking distance of his neck.
“Now it’s your turn,” I whisper before nipping his jaw.
“No . . . condom,” he stutters, his fingers biting into my skin as he grips my ass, urging me to continue rocking against him. Water splashes over and around us and if I had the ability to think of anything else other than getting him inside me, I’d probably worry about flooding his bathroom floor. Scratch that, nothing could get me to care whether water gets everywhere. I’m tunnel-visioned right now with one mission; blow his mind as much as he just blew mine.
I cup his face with my hands and bring my lips down to rest against his. “Am I your last, Thomas?”
“Fuck yeah you are,” he growls.
“And would you ever give me anything other than you?”
“Never.”
“Then we don’t need condoms because I’m on birth control.” I lift my head and look him dead in the eye. “And I trust you.”
“Jesus,” he curses before he sits up, wraps an arm around my waist taking my hips with him. His spare hand reaches between us, giving a delicious stroke of my clit on the way past before he grips the base of his cock, positions himself, then drives me down just as he thrusts up, both of us groaning in complete and utter bliss before I set out to ride him like a prized bull.
At last count, we share five orgasms in that bath—four of mine to Thomas’s one—leaving me with a goofy grin on my face when he finally lets me succumb to exhaustion flat on my face on his bed.
It’s Sunday night and we’re standing at the door of Sean and Sam’s two level monstrosity of a house in North Center. I remember when Sean first showed me the listing two years ago and despite being here many times since, I still can’t get over the beauty of it.
There are five bedrooms, a wall of floor to ceiling windows lining the living area of the house, beautiful mahogany wide plank floors and granite countertops in what must be the most state-of-the-art kitchen I’ve ever seen. It screams class, it screams elegance, but most importantly, there’s no mistaking that this is a family home.
A family home with three rather rambunctious kids that I love almost as much as Brody.
Having pressed the doorbell, we’re met a minute later by Sean and Sam’s seven-year-old daughter Megan.
She stands there staring at us, not saying a word as she moves her eyes from me to Thomas, before glaring at him as she looks him down from head to toe.
“Hey, Megan,” I say cheerfully, confused by her reaction. “Can we come in? We’re here to have dinner with you guys.”
“Why’s Thomas here?” she asks, hands on her hips in the perfect haughty woman pose—a pint-sized one.
“He’s my boyfriend now, Megan.” She tilts her head and narrows her eyes on where Thomas’s fingers are entwined with mine.
“I thought Uncle Ryan was your boyfriend?”
I stop breathing. Yep. That’s me, killed by shock from a seven-year-old’s need to know everything—or ability to know far more than she should.
I go to open my mouth to say some something—okay anything—when I’m saved by Sam.
“Megan, are you going to let them in or interrogate them at the door?” she calls out, her voice thankfully getting closer with every word.
I sneak a side glance at Thomas who seems confused with Megan’s announcement going by his bunched brow.
“Why are you with my Aunt Amy?” she looks him up and down again. “And my Brody. He’s mine, not yours. You can’t have him.”
Looks like someone had a side of sass with her Wheaties this morning.
“Should we come inside so you can play with Brody?” I ask, really hoping the guard dog seven-year-old will stand down and let us in.
“Megan, stop the doorstep interrogation and let our guests in. You don’t want Brody to get cold, do you?”
“Thomas is holding my Brody. Can he stay outside?”
“Megan Helen Miller, you better step aside now,” Sam says, turning the corner and coming into view.
“She can’t stick me in jail because I’m only seven. I looked it up and mommies can’t arrest their own daughters,” Megan whispers. She’s definitely way too clever for her own good.
Sam taps her daughter on her shoulder, the little girl’s eyes growing wide as it hits her that her mom just heard everything she said. Sam bends down so her mouth is by Megan’s ear. “I’m thinking you should go see what your brother is doing in your room since the last thing I saw was your favorite stuffed animal getting dragged along the floor.”
With a frustrated girly squeak, Megan turns on her heels and quickly runs out of sight as Sam stands up straight and steps to the side. “Please excuse my daughter, she has good intentions however they seem to come out with a healthy dose of diva attitude at the moment,” she says with a laugh.
“She’s definitely strong-willed,” Thomas adds.
“Wonder where she gets that from,” Sean says, coming up behind his wife, their youngest daughter Alex on his hip. So different from that alpha vibe he gives off at the club, that’s for sure.
Can you imagine the nerves I felt the day I turned up for my job interview with him and I’m met by this tall, ridiculously handsome, and commandingly-persuasive man? Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to selling myself, I’ve never lacked self-confidence. But in the face of Sean Miller with his piercing blue eyes that I swore could see straight through me, I was shaking in my knee-high boots.
Thankfully for me—and for him if I must say so myself—I got the job, and the rest, as they say, is history. Now, we’re more than just employee and boss. He’s family, and Sam and the kids are too.
“Your daughter is going to give you guys a run for your money in the next ten years,” Thomas says, closing the front door behind us as we finally make it inside.
“What do you mean? She’s been keeping us on our toes since the moment she could talk,” Sam replies with a laugh. “Don’t you remember the crop incident?”
Sean chuckles from in front of us as he leads us into the living area, where Megan is wrestling a toy from her brother TJ’s little hands.
