Page 39 of Wren's Winter

“That’s great. Adrian is so attentive to his kids, isn’t he?” I overemphasized the word “kid.” Was it mature of me? Absolutely not, but at that moment, I didn’t care.

“I guess. It was nice to see you, Adrian. Mr. Winter,” she corrected as she turned and left us.

“Feel better now?” he asked me with a smile.

“A smidge,” I replied, grinning up at him.

“So, where will you be having your crepes?” he asked.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I pulled him closer. My words against his mouth. “Your bed. Let’s go. We need to make a pit stop first.”

Adrian

From the moment we went back into the bar to grab out things, I could tell Tam and Penny knew exactly what we had been up to. Thankfully, they didn’t say a word to Wren, but I knew from the gleam in their eyes, they’d be talking about this for months.

A quick stop at the store to get supplies, and we were back at the house.

Parking in front of my house, I cut the engine and turned to her. “Stay here.”

Condoms in my back pocket, I walked around the back of the truck, opening the door for her but blocking her from getting down. Turning her to face me, her legs on either side of me, she was at my height in her seat. I reached forward, resting my hand on her cheek. “I know we went a little overboard at the bar, but I want to make sure you’re comfortable staying over tonight.”

“I know.” Her response was soft and almost sad. “That’s why I want to.”

“Should we go inside?” I offered my hand to help her down, and she accepted it.

“I want to go inside, but I have to run over to the house for something. It won’t take more than a minute. I’ll be right behind you.”

I shook my head. “I’ll go with you.”

Following her to the porch, she opened the door, grabbed a bag from inside, and then turned to me. “I told you one minute.”

Grabbing her bag from her hand, I slung it over my shoulder. “Is this an overnight bag? Did you pack an overnight bag for me?”

The color of her cheeks was lovely as she glanced over at me. “It’s just a few little things, no big deal.”

Smirking, I closed the door behind her, setting the alarm. “Seems like you wanted me to win this bet.”

With her hands on her hips, she narrowed her eyes. “The night’s not over. I can still decide I want those crepes by myself.”

Reaching out, I took her hand, leading her to the steps. From the bottom, we were eye to eye. “You’re right, but that leaves a few hours to make sure this is the best night you’ve ever had.”

Her response was to lean forward, taking my mouth with hers in a scorching kiss. My hands wove into her hair as I held her to me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and through the layers of our winter wear, I could feel the heat of her. Her arm laced around my neck, holding me tight. With a grip on her ass, I walked us across the street and up my front porch.

Breaking the kiss for only a moment to open my front door, her grip on me never wavered. The bag fell from my shoulder, then her purse. A swift kick to the door to slam it shut behind us. I walked across the living room to the bottom of the stairs to my loft bedroom.

I barely registered the clicks of Maizie running around at our feet. Setting her down on the steps above me, I took her face in my hands. “I meant what I said earlier. Don’t feel like we have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know exactly what I want.” Grasping the bottom of her sweater, she pulled it over her head, flinging it on the floor. Encased in the lacy bra, her tits were firm and high. She ran a hand over her throat and then down her body, stopping at her jeans. Transfixed, I watched her strip tease as she popped the button loose, then the zipper. The jeans slid down to the floor, joining her sweater in a heap to the side. Clad in her bra and thin lace underwear, she turned to walk up the stairs. “You going to join me or stare?”

At the top, I picked her up, tossing her on the bed, where she landed with a soft laugh. Propped up on her elbows, she watched as I took off my sweater, then pants, far less seductively as she did, but I needed to have her skin against mine. Only in my boxers, prowling over her, my mouth found hers. Silky smooth and lush, my hands found her waist, pulling her body flush with mine. My lips roamed from hers to her ear. “You fit so good underneath me.”

Her legs wrapped around mine. Two thing pieces of fabric separate us. My cock was hard, rubbing against her. Even through the lace, I knew she was ready for me.

“Are you wet again for me, Birdie?”

“I never stopped.” Her nails traced lines on my back. Her hips came up to meet mine, rubbing herself harder against my erection. Groaning, my lips brushed the shell of her ear, her throat, the hollow of her throat. My hands gripped her ass, fitting perfectly in my touch.

“I need all of you.” Dipping into the cup of her bra, I pulled out one breast. Taking the pink-brown nipple in my mouth, I made circles with my tongue. My hands behind her, unhooking her bra. Once free, I gave equal attention to her other breast, my thumb pressing and rubbing an equal rhythm to my mouth.

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