It’s why his grandparents and I have all put in to buy him a Ford truck to give him when he passes his driver’s test next week. He’s been saving his allowance for it, but we all felt he deserved it, and we know he’ll be responsible with it.
Just after Jeff pulls away, Dee turns into my driveway, grinning at me through the windshield.
When she gets out and walks along the front path and up the stairs toward me, her smile has me mesmerized. The pull between us is not only physical—it’s more than that—a feeling that just continues to grow stronger the more time we spend together. And after today’s seemingly successful outing with the kids, it’s another tick joining the many others already marked off that have me thinking Dee was meant to come into my life. “Hey, sweet cheeks.”
“Before I come inside, I have a question to ask . . .” she says, somewhat confusingly. “And I’ll preface this by telling you that whatever your answer, it’s totally okay and I’ll still stay. Alright?”
My brows bunch together as I read her nervousness, something I haven’t seen from Dee before.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, absolutely nothing. It’s just, well, your answer will determine whether I have to go back to my car or not.”
“Okay, now you’re confusing me.”
“Sorry. Sorry,” she babbles, scrunching her nose up. “Right. So, I talked with Harvey, and Sundays are Flynn’s day with him anyway. So, I was wondering if I’ll need the overnight bag I have in my car?”
I step forward, a slow smile creeping over my face as I stop in front of her and rest my hands on her hips. “You saying I get you all night?”
She looks at me with her big green eyes and bites her lip. “I mean, yeah. If you want a sleepover—I’m game if you are.”
I sweep her into my arms, laughing at her squeak of surprise as I carry her inside and close the door with my foot.
“Rhodes, my bag. I need to—”
“I’ll get it later.” I grab her underneath the ass as she hooks her legs around my hips and I stride down the hallway.
“But what about Jak—”
I stop outside my bedroom door and press her back against the wall, dipping my head so we’re nose to nose, her warm breath fanning over my lips as I lock eyes with hers. “Jake is out till eleven. He also knows that you’re coming over, and apparently he really likes his dad and you too, because he said he’s fine with you staying over.”
Her mouth drops open, her surprise morphing into soft warmth.
“Dee, in a minute, I’m gonna take you to my bed, strip those fucking sexy jeans off that delectable ass of yours, and I’ll devour your body until you tell me to stop or I exhaust myself with all the different ways I’ve imagined making you come. If either of those options don’t gel with you, now would be the time to say so.” My voice is rough with lust, visions of her laid out before me with hours to explore each other without any interruptions blowing any fantasy I’ve had about this woman in the past few weeks—okay, months since I first saw her videos—out of the water.
She doesn’t even hesitate for a moment. Her hands grip my hair and tug my mouth to hers, her lips crushing against mine as she kisses me hard and deep and wet, her moans and my guttural groan echoing off the walls.
I guess that’s a hell yes.
Still kissing her, I move us sideways and carry her across to my bed before putting a knee to the mattress and lowering her on to it and covering her with my body. Our lips don’t separate as I clutch her head with one hand and drag my palm down her chest, cupping her breast in my hand and rubbing my thumb over her hard nipple.
Dee’s back arches into my touch, her fingers tensing in my hair and pulling tight. I plunder her mouth as her tongue wrestles with mine, her body hot against me as I roll my straining erection against the seam of her jeans.
Her hands run down my back, scrambling to grab hold of the hem of my shirt and dragging the material up.
I tear my mouth away from hers just long enough to brace an arm on the bed and rip it off before throwing it away to a destination I don’t care about. Knifing off the bed, I pull her with me and place my hands on the hem of her top. With the jerk of her chin giving me permission, I glide the shirt over her chest. She helps me remove it, then we’re both stripping to our underwear.
Dee stretches out on the mattress in front of me again, and I near on dive on top of her with a groan—mine—and a moan—hers. Our lips lock, my cock throbbing and telling me it desperately wants more and it wants it now. But I ignore the need to bury myself deep and focus on stripping Dee naked so that I can start the journey of discovering every inch of her body. “Fuck, baby. You’re a dream.”
Her lips curve up wickedly. “I’ll become a nightmare if you don’t get back down here and kiss me again.”
“Is that so?” I drag my gaze all over her exposed skin, cataloging every curve, every line, every freckle. I smooth my palms over her arms and to her shoulders before gently pulling her up to bring us chest to chest. My hands continue to move, gliding and touching as I lean my lips in so we’re touching but not kissing. Her breath fans over my skin, driving me crazy as her body goads me into giving in and taking her mouth again. I undo her black bra and, tilting my head, brush my lips against her shoulder as I
