Once on the porch, she turned around, still in silence, although her wicked gaze spoke volumes. She had him in the palm of her hand and she knew it, damn it.
He reached for her and kissed her while she cupped his face and gave herself over to the kiss. The second she let the dress go, it parted, showing her breasts and her bare pussy, which, mere minutes ago, he’d been pounding into like a madman. Just the recollection made his cock stir. Fucking her had felt even better than he’d imagined. And he’d imagined plenty.
Adrian scanned their surroundings; thank fucking God they were alone and it was dark. Even in the dark, though, he could see her pussy glistening, and her breasts red and swollen from his rough treatment.
“If you hadn’t destroyed my cell, I could have checked if Wilma was home,” she said.
True. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, caressing her breasts softly.
She gasped at the contact but shook her head. “It was hot.”
Without breaking eye contact, he thumbed her nipples. “Can you still feel my cock deep inside of you?”
She cleared her throat. “Yes.”
“Good. Don’t forget it. We haven’t finished talking.”
She took his hand and brought it down between her legs. Fuck, he’d been right. She was drenched, her folds puffy. She moaned at the contact, sensitive. “If I understood you correctly, you wanted exclusivity where fucking is concerned.”
He slid his fingers in, slowly this time, savoring her whimper and how her pussy yielded to him. Adrian wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he damn well knew what he didn’t. “I don’t want to share you with anyone. In bed or out of it,” he whispered, nuzzling her face. “Open your legs a bit more, baby.”
She obeyed, groaning, as both his fingers disappeared inside her. She was ready for him, wet, swollen, and hot. His fingers emerged glistening, and after rubbing her clit, he slid them in again, while she shuddered and grabbed his shoulders for balance.
Rachel was panting now, her pelvis rocking against his hand. “What you’re describing is dangerously close to dating. You’ll scare me away.”
“Dating with little to no prospect of a future,” he clarified, nuzzling her face.
She didn’t get offended, just laughed softly. “It would have to be kept secret, though. For our sakes.”
Yes, keeping it secret would be the best. If the OGs found out, they’d be screwed, and not in the good way. “Secret it is.”
He kissed her because he needed to, while his other hand cupped her ass. By now, the dress had slid down to her elbows. Never in all his life had he seen anything sexier.
“About Josh,” she started.
He growled in warning, tightening his grip.
She ignored him. “We frequent the same places in Boston, and we have common acquaintances. I can’t and won’t cut him out of my life.”
“I don’t want you talking about other men, especially when you’re—”
“Turned on? Dying to be fucked?” She squeezed her inner muscles around his fingers until her thighs shook in pleasure. “You did this. I let you fuck me, not him. Don’t forget it, or you’ll lose the privilege. I’ll humor all your macho bullshit, but only during sex. Do you understand?”
He took her mouth and sank his fingers deeper inside her pussy, relishing her ragged whimper. “So, my macho bullshit does it for you.”
Rachel let out an amused snort. “Can’t you tell, Boomer? I’m already naked and wet. I want you again.”
He’d give anything to oblige her. Too bad he couldn’t. “No more condoms, Grease Barbie.”
“I have one,” she said, gesturing to her purse on the porch floor.
Adrian froze. “You went on a date with a condom?”
His expression must have been full of outrage, because she giggled. “I was going to come to you after ditching the prospect. You just jumped the gun. Now,” she continued, “how’s your foot? Will it survive if you fuck me against the wall?”
He wasn’t sure. They might have to amputate it afterward, but it would be worth the loss.
He was reaching for the purse when, suddenly, the porch lights switched on. Rachel pulled the dress up over her shoulders but otherwise didn’t move, her face on his chest.
“Is that you, Rachel?” Wilma called from inside.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered to Adrian. “By her tone of voice, she was sleeping. It takes about thirty minutes after she wakes up before her optic nerve can focus enough to see more than shadows.” Then she looked at the door and called, “Yes, Grandma! Coming in.”
She kissed him and, pulling the sides of her dress together, walked in, leaving him with a motherfucking hard-on.
Chapter Nine
“Are you sure you can manage alone?” Rachel asked, unloading the OGs’ luggage in front of the domestic departures terminal at Logan.
“Nathan Bowen will be waiting for us at the airport in Florida,” Wilma replied. “All will be fine.”
“Maybe I should get a ticket and fly down there with you.” The OGs had never flown before, at least not since planes had stopped using propellers and seatbelts had become mandatory. She shuddered to think of the mayhem they could get into forty thousand feet in the air.
“Dear,” Rebecca said, patting her on the hand, “don’t worry. Your garage is full to the brim. We’ll manage without you for three days.”
They were right; she was swamped with work. Still. “Call me every day,” she instructed as they entered the terminal. “I’ve got a new cell.”
“What happened to the old one?” Wilma inquired. “You never told me.”
“I dropped it accidentally, but it was still under warranty, so I got an upgrade for free.” Well, thanks to the sheriff, but Rachel kept that to herself. “If you need me, I’ll fly there in a flash.”
Greta turned to Wilma. “Jeez, you got lucky in the family department.”
“You have Connor,” Wilma told her friend. “Never seen a sweeter kid than that.”
“True,” Greta murmured. “He needs to come back from deployment soon, before my son commits me.”
Rebecca and Wilma both snorted. “Let Grady try. The spanking he deserved and never got while he was growing up is going to be nothing compared to what we’ll do to him,” Wilma assured her friend.
Rachel believed them. Grady did too, which was probably why he hadn’t done anything yet. That reminded her. “Please behave down there. We don’t know who’s in charge of security at Eternal Sun.” He might be a tight-ass and hand them over to the authorities.
“Relax. All we have to do is look disoriented. One of the advantages of old age.”
Greta concurred. “Yes, with old age you acquire new skills. Like the ability to sneeze, pee, and break a rib all at the same time.”
Rachel held back her laughter. These were serious matters. “They have the death penalty in Florida.”
“What do you think we’re going to do? Start disconnecting grannies from their ventilators?” Wilma asked. “Don’t worry. Not on our LOLO list.”