“How are Clayton and Hannah?”
Who are Clayton and Hannah?
Her shoulders droop at whatever answer she gets. “Please tell them I miss them too. Maybe the next time they stop by the shelter you can call me so I can talk to them.”
I rest my shoulder against the door frame as she finishes her call. She’s facing the sink, and I’ve got a side view of her. She hasn’t noticed my presence yet and the angle of where I am, I’m not in view of the mirror.
“I need to go. I’ll call you in a few days.”
Warily, she places the phone on the counter and closes her eyes, her body sagging. Quietly, I walk up behind her. Her eyes spring open and she jumps when I slide my arms around her waist.
“Sweet Jesus, you scared me,” she mumbles while lining her arms along mine, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
“Everything okay?” I lay my lips against the tender spot on the back of her neck.
“Yeah,” she sighs.
“Who’re Clayton and Hannah?”
She angles her head slightly to the side. “A couple of kids who come to the homeless shelter I volunteer at.”
Why doesn’t it surprise me that she offers her precious time at a homeless shelter?
“That’s very charitable of you,” I murmur and work my lips over the new spot she opened for me.
“Not charitable. I just enjoy giving something of myself to the community. Who needs it more than the people who have nothing?”
I kiss her shoulder and let my fingers slip underneath the edge of her shirt. “There should be more people like you.”
She lets out a low moan, her hands gripping the counter in front of her. Her eyelids droop sexily as she continues to watch me in the mirror. “What are you doing?” Her voice is a breathless whisper. My cock reacts to the needy sound.
“Playing.” I kick the door closed before slowly moving my hands up her toned stomach until they graze the bottom of her tits.
“I thought you said the next time I was pressed against you, I’d be in your bed?”
I tip my lips up as I continue to explore the soft skin on her shoulder. “Actually, I said the next time I had your pussy pressed against me, I’d have you in my bed,” I correct her while pushing my cock against her ass. I’m so Goddamn hard, I could split wood.
“Oh.” She moans and thrusts back into me.
Taking one hand from her shirt, I reach across her chest, grab the end of her braid, and bring it around her throat. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror again and she forces out a breath when the thick braid settles firmly against her neck. I let the length hang down the middle of her back.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” I inform her.
“A-are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“It’s the best idea I’ve ever had.”
Gripping her skirt at her thighs with both hands, I start lifting it. I may not be able to fuck Eden here in Trouble and Remi’s spare bathroom, but I damn sure want to get a taste of what’s to come.
As soon as the material clears her upper thighs, I dive my fingers between her legs.
Lord have mercy.
She’s bare. No fuzz, no anything. She wasn’t bare the other day on the dock.
“Motherfuckin’ hell, baby,” I groan at the first slide of my fingers against her smooth flesh. She’s bare, not wearing panties, and she’s soaked. So wet that she’s dripping down her thighs. My mouth waters with the thought of licking up every single drop.
“Oh God.” She grips my wrist, and at first, I think she’s going to push me away. Thank Christ, she doesn’t, and instead presses my hand closer. “That feels incredibly good.”