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She repositioned herself on my lap, straddling my thighs while she rolled the condom down over my aching dick. Before I could ask her to hurry, Amy lifted up and settled herself right on my cock, guiding me inside her.
“Pretend this is a desk,” she whispered, grinning.
I sucked in air as though it were becoming extinct.
When she started riding me, her hips lifting and lowering, I gripped the arms of the chair and groaned.
“God, baby … so fuckin’ hot.” I could hardly breathe, but I managed to encourage her with words. “That’s it. Ride me … fuck me … oh, gawd, baby.”
Her internal muscles clamped down on me, squeezing intimately, making my breath catch.
When her movements slowed, I helped her out, gripping her ass and lifting and lowering her on me, driving my hips up every time her thighs hit mine. Her short nails dug into my shoulders, her eyes closed, and those sexy little moans continued to escape her.
Knowing Wolfe was watching, combined with the velvet friction of her pussy against my cock, I was racing to the finish line. Using my thumb, I rubbed her clit, circling over the hard nub until Amy was panting. I didn’t stop until she cried out my name over and over as she came.
Only then did I let myself go.
Chapter Twenty-One
Tuesday, August 10, 2017
Wolfe
“So,” Lynx prompted, hip propped against one of the seven-foot dining tables I had been working on for the past two days with very little progress. “I stopped by your place last night.”
I glanced over at my cousin. The guy was smirking, clearly planning to bust my balls about something. Pretending I didn’t notice, I swiped the sandpaper over a rough spot.
“Wanted to check on you. Haven’t seen you out and about in town, thought maybe you were becomin’ a hermit. So, I hopped my happy ass in my truck, drove all the way out to your place, and what did I see?”
Lynx wasn’t usually prone to dramatics, and I wasn’t prone to tolerating them, so I offered my cousin a glare, urging him to get to the fucking point.
“When I got there, I chose not to stay. Figured since Rhys’s truck was outside and you and Amy were inside, y’all were probably doin’ fine, so I took off.”
Shit.
Lynx uncrossed his arms and held his hands up. “You ain’t gonna get no judgment from me, hoss.”
Sighing, I went back to work on the cedar chest I'd been restoring for an older couple who were having their house remodeled. My family didn’t just create new things at the shop; we also restored the old.
“Am I right?”
I flipped him off.
My cousin chuckled.
Lynx sipped from a cup of coffee as he watched me work. “You talk to your old man lately?”
“Not in a coupla days, no. Why?”
“No reason. I went by there this mornin’. All’s good.”
“How’s Cooter?” I asked, referring to Lynx’s father.
“Same. I think that damn garden’s gonna overtake the house one of these days.”
“Yeah? It doin’ well?” I wasn’t sure how it could be considering the temperatures had been hovering at the one-hundred-degree mark for the last week.
“No. More weeds than garden, but that doesn’t stop the old man from tryin’.”
