As she came down, I was so ready to come, but with a wicked grin she sat up and pushed me backward to the bed. Her knees tight against my torso, Lily guided me inside her entrance, her skirt pooling over our joined bodies.
When she started to rock, I was lost. Lost to the warmth and sensations. Lost to the depths of her eyes and connection of us. I gripped her strong thighs, her hips as she found a rhythm that sent me right to the edge.
“Together,” I told her, as she pulled my aching dick inside of her then slid back out to the tip.
Leaning forward, her lips hovered just out of reach. “Now.”
I tugged her mouth to mine, lost myself while I arched into her. When her muscles contracted around me, I swallowed her gasp and groaned with every sharp throb of my cock inside of her. “Liliana. Jesus. It’s everything.”
“Everything,” she repeated.
The hardest orgasm of my life.
Lips brushing mine in a final kiss, she rolled to her feet with absolute grace. I pulled off the condom and knotted it while she unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her hips to pool over me.
The sexy, satisfied expression was so damn perfect. Like she’d just climbed Mount Everest or slayed a dragon. With a swift move, I wrapped my arms around her knees, twisting to the side.
She landed on the bed next to me with a giggle and I had one thought.
I might love this woman.
Chapter Twenty
If it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck...
Lily
I felt like I was sitting around with my thumb up my butt.
Brody and Hayes were leaving for camp this evening, and the fact that I’d promised to basically do nothing was making my skin crawl.
I got it. I really did.
No one else had received a threat. But, it made sense to pull back and let these assholes relax a little. But six weeks...it was another six weeks those dogs spent in hell.
We were so close. But I’d made a promise I intended on keeping. So, I’d teach my classes, and go to trials. Work on my house and try not to diddle myself raw.
That was the other thing. It had been nearly a week since I’d crawled out of his bed to go home to my dogs, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Brody. He’d asked me twice to meet him this week, but one of the trainers was on vacation. I’d picked up two of her evening classes.
Dear God, having that man between my legs was nothing short of the divine. Yesterday, I’d been humming Doja Cat’s “Candy”—without realizing it—during our playgroup. Melissa and Kate accused me of getting laid. With a tap to the side of his nose, Everett had sent me a playful wink.
That wily old cuss knew exactly who’d put the smile on my face. But I didn’t tell him. Didn’t tell anyone. Not even Olive, who hadn’t been able to give much time to the mill search. Her newest high-profile client was the brat to beat all redheaded stepchildren. She’s slowly been pulling her hair out.
“Uhh, I swear, this girl.” She soft-whistled into the phone. “She’s for damn sure lucky she ain’t my child.”
I chuckled. I could hear the Texan poking at the edges of her cultivated accent-less voice.
“Why don’t you cut her loose? It’s not like you need the business.”
“It’s not her business I want. It’s access to her mother’s charity committees. Are you going to the trial at Will Rogers Memorial Center this weekend?”
“No, I’m keeping CC. I don’t want to leave her alone her first weekend. I’m headed to pick her up now.” I checked my blind spot before moving into the left lane.
“Mmhmm.”
There was way too much side-eye packed into that sound for my taste. Time to cut the call short. “Hey, I’m in the parking garage. Talk later, okay?” After hanging up, I shut the car off, opening the driver’s side door, and July smacked me right in the face. Even in the shade of the open-air garage, it was too much. The kind of heat that sucks the will to live straight out of your pores along with every ounce of sweat you had to your name.
Add that to the generous amount of dog slobber I was sporting today, and the artfully greasy way my hair mashed to my skull because I’d been sweating all day, and I would have loved a shower before I came over. Perspiration was for thin women with flawless makeup, and deodorant commercials. I sweat like a sinner in church.
My life was so glamorous.
Maybe I’d check out Brody’s shower.
I pushed his doorbell and tried smoothing my hair into some semblance of a ponytail, but when his door opened, my stomach turned into milk left on a hot sidewalk.
“Can I help you?” It was her. One of the women from the photo in the Spotted column. Tall, lean and strong—in Lululemon with no bra—her feet were bare, and her blond tresses made her look recently fucked.
“Uh.” It was all I could say.
My heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach. To think Brody had told me the truth? Or that I was the only woman he was screwing? Yeah, right.
I ground my teeth together to keep from snapping.
“Are you here for the laundry? I know he sends his laundry out.” She turned back over her shoulder before saying, “Staci, do you know where Brody left his laundry bag? She’s here for the laundry.”
Seriously? The laundry?
I heard the other female voice. “Umm, yeah. Hang on.” A second later Unidentified Blonde Number Two—aka, Staci—stood next to Number One trying to hand me a bag full of dirty laundry. And she had on less clothing than the one who’d answered the door. Tiny workout shorts that I had no doubt, if she turned around, would reveal perfectly toned ass cheeks, and a crop top that slid off one shoulder to showcase her sculpted stomach.
I forced myself to stop clenching my jaw. “I’m not here for laundry, I’m here to get the dog,” I snapped, trying not to lose my shit. After all, it wasn’t their fault. It was Brody’s.
Trust is a two way street, Lily. Trying my damnedest to throw off my initial reaction, I did something I hadn’t done in a very long time. Prepared to give Brody the benefit of the doubt.
“Oh, CC! Yeah!” Blonde Number One said. “He left her bag and leash over here, hang on.”
Staci grabbed the other woman’s arm but stared at me to the point it was uncomfortable. “Oh my God, Erica, check out her eyes. They’re purple. Like, Elizabeth Taylor purple.”
Erica turned back to me. Leaned in. “Oh wow. They’re gorgeous, darling. Are you wearing contacts?”
I cleared my throat. “Is Brody here? Where’s CC?” I did not want these fucking supermodel lookalikes complimenting me in my current state of bedraggled.