Page 53 of Moonstruck Kiss

I scream, my body bowing as a powerful orgasm tears through me. My mind goes blank for an interminable moment while I ride wave upon wave of ecstasy.

My faculties return, and I find Brax grinning with what I can only describe as pride and happiness.

Running a tender hand over his head, I tease in a languid voice, “You look like the cat that ate the canary.”

“More like the canary that died from the pleasure of eating too much pussy,” he quips.

Laughter bubbles out of me but only for a couple of seconds. “Thank you,” I say with serious sincerity. “That was beyond amazing.”

Brax kisses my chest—at the spot over my heart. “You’re very welcome. And like I promised, there are more orgasms to come.”

“The next one is yours, Mr. Sexpert. Fair’s fair—” I’m distracted by a pair of headlights coming our way. And they’re close!

“Car!” I squeak, scrambling to my feet.

“What?” Brax glances behind him. “Who the hell could that be?”

“I don’t know. Where are my clothes?” I ask in panic. I find my bra and put it on in record time, then scoop up the rest of my piled clothes.

Brax runs to the front to grab the airbed and hides it under one of the chairs sitting in the far corner. Then he gets a rag and quickly wipes the table I sat on.

Our gazes collide and we smile at each other while I put on my shirt. Then I realise what I’m missing. “Where are my undies?”

I hear the sound of car doors banging close.

“Too late,” he whispers. “Put your jeans on.”

I’ve never moved so fast in my life. I’m pulling my zipper up while stepping into my sandals when I hear the voices of two women.

“Careful. We don’t know who’s there,” says Cutie.

“Then why are you talking so loud?” Maggie asks in a not-so-quiet voice.

“Wait here,” Cutie orders.

A pigtail tied with a yellow ribbon sticks out by the side of the door—and is ever so slowly followed by Cutie’s full head.

“Hi!” I greet cheerfully. “We weren’t expecting you here tonight.”

“Oh! What are you two doing here?” Cutie asks as she and Maggie walk inside.

Brax waves to the women. “We’ve decided to clean up and prep for next Sunday so you don’t have to do it,” he says.

I nod vigorously. “That’s right. I know you said you wanted to take over from us, but Brax and I didn’t want you to lift a finger.”

“Aww, isn’t that nice of you two,” says Maggie. “You should have told us.”

“Then you would have said no, wouldn’t you?” I say.

“I guess so. But you gave Cutie a fright. She saw bicycle lights heading towards here and she thought you could be vandals or robbers.”

“Do you have those kinds of people here?” Brax asks with a frown. “I notice you don’t even have locks on the barn doors.”

“Not really,” Cutie answers. “The last time we had any criminal activity worth noting was two years ago when an out-of-towner broke into several cars. But I wasn’t expecting to see bikes heading this way at this time of the night. That’s why I asked Maggie to come with me to check.”

“You probably should have called the police if you were suspicious,” Brax says. “What if you came face to face with armed robbers?”

Cutie shrugs. “Well, you’re not armed robbers so it’s good we didn’t bother Magnus.”

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