I’d needed something and hadn’t talked to Janie about it, I’d just shut it down. That was on me. Had I resented her for it without really realizing it? Had it been another chip to our already fracturing marriage?
“Mason?”
I looked down into Trixie’s big green eyes and it all slipped away, and fuck I needed that. It was just her and me, and I wanted her in a way I never knew it was possible to want another human being.
I swept my thumb over her puffy lower lip. “Hands and knees.”
Her eyes filled with unrestrained need.
“Now,” I added.
She moved quickly, doing as I asked, and I moved up behind her, running my hand down her spine to her round ass and spreading her cheeks, kneading, taking in her slick-as-fuck pussy.
She shivered. She did that a lot and I fucking loved it. “You have no idea what you’ve given me, Trixie, do you?” I said, stroking her smooth skin. I would never talk shit about Janie, not to anyone, she didn’t deserve that, but I wanted Trixie to know how much she’d given me by just being herself. By giving herself to me. “I feel like I’ve been woken up after being asleep for so damn long, kitten.” I dipped my fingers between her thighs, toying with her, gliding over her clit, teasing her opening. I slid the tip of my finger inside, but not deep enough.
Another shiver moved through her, then she dropped down, her arms sliding out in front of her, and pushed back, trying to get more of my finger. “I feel the same,” she choked out. “I needed this, I needed it so badly.”
Her words hit me with force. She wanted me too, but I needed to hear it again, to know that she was right there with me. I slid the tip of my finger out of her, then shoved two back in. Trixie fisted the sheets, her muffled groan sending me over the edge. “I’m going to fuck you now, kitten. Hard. Because when you’re honest, when you don’t hold back from me, like you did just now, you get a reward.”
Pulling my fingers free, I grabbed a condom and quickly rolled it on, then moved up behind her again. Using my knee, I encouraged her to spread her legs wider, then fisting my dick, pressed the head to her opening. “Brace.”
Her fingers curled deeper, tightened around the edge of the bed. Gripping her hips, I slammed inside her, filling her with one deep thrust. Trixie cried out and immediately pushed back, trying to take more of me.
“Greedy girl,” I growled, pulled out, and thrust back in.
“Yes,” she moaned and pushed back again, and kept on doing it, fucking me back.
Clutching both of her hips, I looked down, watching my cock slide in and out of her, my dick glistening from how slick and hot and needy she was for me, and I almost came. I gritted my teeth and plunged into her again and again. Lost in how good she felt, how good this woman made me feel whenever we were together.
She squeezed around me tight and my vision damn near blacked out. I wasn’t going to last long at this pace, and she wasn’t either.
I dragged my hand up her spine and gripped the back of her neck. “Trixie?” She loved to be held down, but I didn’t want to push her too far, too fast.
“Yes…yes, like that,” she moaned and pushed back against me again.
Fucking hell, she was perfect.
Sliding my other hand over her belly, I worked her clit. Her thighs shook against mine, and head to the side, her lips parted a moment before she cried out. Her pussy bore down on my dick hard, clutching and releasing, and I was lost. I banded my arm under her hips and came with a shout, yanking her down on my cock as I blew the hell up.
Trixie went limp and I fell forward, covering her back, kissing her shoulder, her throat, working my way to her ear. “Jesus Christ,” I said, panting against her damp skin.
She chuckled, breathlessly. “You okay back there, old man?”
I chuckled as well and slapped the side of her ass. “Enough of the old.”
Our chuckles died down, and I moved to the side so I wasn’t crushing her. Shifting her hair to her other shoulder, I leaned in and kissed her neck again. She rewarded me with another shiver. “Fucking love that,” I said.
Her gaze moved over my face. “What?”
“That little shiver.”
She rested her head on her arms and grinned, all bright eyes, pink cheeks, and wild hair. “You have that effect on me.”
“Christ, you’re pretty,” I said and nipped her shoulder. “And sexy as fuck, I can’t get enough of you. Though, I’m sure you’ve already worked out the effect you have on me.”
“Oh, I’ve worked it out. And you’re not so bad yourself, Sheriff.”
“For an old guy?”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re not old.”
“Ten years older than you.”
“What’s your hang-up with age? Okay, you’re older than me, but we’re both adults. There’s nothing wrong with what we’re doing here, Mason.” Her grin slipped. “Are you really bothered by it?”
“No. You’re just so fucking bright and exciting and I feel a hundred years old after the year I’ve had. I guess I’m worried if you hang out with me, I’ll dull that shine you’ve got going on.” And that was the truth.
Her fingers brushed my jaw. “You could never do that.”
We stared at each other for long seconds, neither of us saying anything.
I wanted her again.
Finally, she pressed her lips against mine. “Don’t overthink it, Mason.” Then she shifted on the bed, sliding away.
I reached out, stopping her. “Where are you going?”
“Work. I’ve got a client coming in this morning. You’re not working?”
I wasn’t, and
