Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Holy cow, did you really come a second time?” Sounding rather come-drunk, Magnus nuzzled my neck with lazy kisses.
“Sort of? I think so?” I couldn’t stop laughing in disbelief. “It sure felt like something happened.”
“I’ll take it.” He gave me a swift kiss on the mouth.
“I’m way too old for doubles.”
“Your body disagrees.” He pulled back so that he could leer down at me more effectively. “That was hot as hell.”
“And messy.” We were filthy with come, dust, sweat, and rogue pieces of grass from outside. I couldn’t remember ever being this dirty from sex. Or hell, even a shift. Ordinarily, I’d be the first to race for the showers, but here, I was surprisingly content to lie with Magnus, pulse slowly returning to normal.
“Eh. Bodies wash.” Magnus was much more chill about our come-soaked state. “One at a time in the shower here, but we wash. Messy is sexy.”
Sitting the rest of the way up, he ran a finger through the puddle of our combined come on my belly, lifting it to his lips and licking the finger clean.
“Did you just…?”
“Oh.” His eyes flashed with alarm. “Should I not have?”
“No, you should have.” I licked my lips, trying to put together words in a coherent order. “I mean, I’m negative for all the various things. It was just unexpected, you tasting it like that.”
“Gross unexpected or…” He tilted his head, studying me closely. This would be my opportunity to tell him I wasn’t much for come-play, but apparently, I was wrong because arousal thrummed through my worn-out body.
“Unexpectedly a turn-on.”
“Good.” He winked at me. “Because I fully intend to taste a lot more of you.”
“Oh.” I was well past forty and knew perfectly well what he meant, but I couldn’t say as I had a ton of experience with it. My body sure as hell was interested, though, two orgasms not withstanding. “Now?”
“No, not now.” Laughing, he dropped a kiss on my forehead. “We both need to recharge, and you need to head back inside before too much longer.”
“Yeah.” I released a long, regret-laced breath. The real world beckoned.
Magnus cupped my chin and leveled me with a pointed stare. “I’m not done with you yet, Eric.”
A shiver swept through me from the ominous warning, and I should have told him this most certainly was a one-off, despite what he’d said and the promise of fucking me through the mattress. I shuddered again, managing the barest of nods. Yeah, we weren’t done here at all.
Chapter Fourteen
Magnus
I had no milk. This was hardly a surprise because I barely had furniture. The weekend had brought a downpour of Eric’s friends, so much so that I’d escaped to The Heist simply to avoid more offers of outdated dining sets, chairs, futons, knickknacks, and slow cookers. I’d been on my own with Diesel for so many years that having a swirling community was new, but I was grateful for the help. The previous mess of the carriage house’s interior had been replaced with bright bedding, a well-swept front room, a small black dining set, a sturdy loveseat, and other odds and ends that made it start to feel like a home.
A home.
Not my home, but perhaps that would come with time. And as I looked around the much neater main room, all I could see were memories of the messy sex with Eric on the floor. I’d endure any amount of dust and drink my coffee black for eternity if it meant a repeat of the sweaty orgasm fest.
But if I’d learned one thing the past week—and it had been a week—it was that wishes were rather pointless. I wished the insurance would hurry up with the claims process. I wished I could catch a moment alone with Eric. I wished the heatwave would break. None of those things had happened. The insurance process plodded along painfully slow, unable to even authorize a cleanup crew at the scene yet. Eric had been busy with friends and kids all weekend, then on call. Here it was, a week after the fire, still hot July temperatures, and me with a decided lack of forward momentum in many areas.
However, my lack of milk for the coffee I’d made in my second-hand French press was immediately fixable as the main house was mere feet away, and I’d watched the kids haul in what looked like four gallons of milk the day prior. Surely, they’d have a splash to spare for my coffee. Eric’s SUV wasn’t in the driveway, meaning he was likely on duty, so it wasn’t like I was looking for a pretense to run into the guy.
Both dogs decided to accompany me over to the house, undoubtedly because they sensed the possibility of air conditioning and treats. Indeed, they went right to the water Eric continued to keep for them in the kitchen, drinking like they didn’t have full bowls at the carriage house and snorting around for food like they hadn’t eaten in a month.