Page 45 of Mother Clucker

The friction was just right, the angle perfect. The climax that had hovered just out of reach broke over me as I clutched at his butt with both hands and held him close.

He stayed deep inside and rode the wave with me.

Blowing out a breath when the pulsing of my body finally slowed to a stop, David said, “I should have bought two boxes.”

I’d seen what he came out of the store with. A three-pack. I guess that was the only size they had at the all-night convenience store.

Given the all-consuming, mind-blowing intensity of what had just happened between us, I had to agree. One time was not going to be enough. Three might not do it either.

My cell started vibrating somewhere in the room. “That’s my phone,” I said.

“And?” he asked, still facedown on top of me.

“I was going to check it.” Was going to, except for the hindrance of the two hundred pounds of man on top of me.

“I’m still inside you,” he pointed out.

“And?”

“You’re really going to check your phone now?” he asked. “It’s like two in the morning.”

“I think it might be closer to three and that’s exactly the point. It could be serious. Something might be wrong.”

He sighed and rolled off me. Standing, he padded to the adjoining bathroom and dispensed with the condom, before coming back to the bedroom.

“And it could be Lucy seeing if you got lucky,” he said as he picked through the tangle of clothing on the floor.

The man looked really good naked while picking up the bedroom and folding my clothes. I could get used to this.

Even with as good as he looked, I couldn’t resist teasing him. “Did I? Get lucky?” I asked. “I don’t think I needed to be all that lucky. I think I could have had you without any luck at all.”

His brows rose at that. “Keep this up, missy, and you’ll be over my knee.”

“Promises, promises,” I teased.

He stopped dead in his search and gave me a look that said keep pushing him and I would find myself right where he’d threatened.

I smiled sweetly. “Find the phone yet?” I asked and waited.

He picked up my jeans and finally found the cell in my pocket after it vibrated again.

“Another text from Lucy,” he said, handing the phone to me after a quick glance at the screen. “It seems she has a lot to say. I have to wonder if that’s good or bad when it comes to her and Drew.”

I looked at the short preview of Lucy’s text on the screen and frowned. “I don’t think it’s about Drew.”

“Why? What does it say?” He sat on the bed, leaning on one elbow to try and see what I was looking at.

I unlocked the cell to read the rest of the message.

LUCY: Look what is trending!

Attached was a screen shot of the trending list on Tweeter. And top of the list was STRICKLAND FEED.

Wondering if this was a good sign or a bad sign, I swallowed hard and glanced up at David. “You’ve gone viral.”

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David

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