Page 91 of Before We Fell

Someday.

I was too close. The feel of her too damn good hand hot and wet around me. The wet sounds of spit and lust filled my ears and my balls, so damn tight, so damn ready to blow it ached.

Sliding my fingers back toward her sex, I rammed them into her, curling them against her rigid flesh deep inside.

She mewled around my dick. Gripped me harder.

I increased my speed, set the pace. Harder. Faster. No backing down now. We were too close. Right as I was getting close, I pressed my thumb to her clit. Hard.

She shot off like a rocket, hips thrusting wildly, high-pitched sounds vibrating around my dick. I shoved deep inside of her, careful not to move too hard, as my climax peaked.

Then I was in her, coming in her mouth, watching her swallow my seed while she came all over my fingers and hand.

“Wow,” she whispered. Her body shook as she pulled off me. Wiping the back of her hand, she pressed up on all fours, flipped her hair over one shoulder and grinned at me. A full set of white, happy teeth shone in the dark.

“That was good.”

“It’s always good with us.”

It kept getting better. I’d only been having sex with her for a couple of weeks, but already I knew this was it. She was it for me.

She gave me everything I didn’t know I was missing and I wasn’t giving her a choice. I was keeping her.

Twenty-Eight

Noah

We were in the kitchen,Lauren dressed in her jeans from last night and one of my tees. On the counter, she had her purse and the rest of her clothes. We were talking quietly, whispering even though it was pointless.

We wouldn’t wake Riley. Hell, it was barely six o’clock. Which meant when Lauren had woken up and given me an incredible blow job, she’d been up around five. Way too early for her and I didn’t like seeing the stress lining her eyes along with lack of sleep.

“Can you take the day off?” I asked. This had become our morning ritual. I made two quick cups of coffee and we sipped them, becoming fully awake, talking about our day before she skittered through the back yard like what we were doing was something to be ashamed of.

That part, I hated. But it was too damn soon to change anything.

“I’ll be okay.” She sipped her coffee and set it on the counter, grinning. “There’s no way I would subject a substitute to my kids the day after Halloween.”

“That bad, huh?” She loved her job. Never complained. Some days tired her out more than others, but even then she was always positive. Always hopeful. November first had to be the worst day on the calendar in her mind if she was complaining. That, and perhaps the last day of school. It was obvious how much she loved her job.

“Kids on sugar highs and lack of sleep. It’s not the most fun day.”

I hadn’t even considered, except due to last night, Riley hadn’t opened a single piece of candy once we got home. My head swiveled in the direction of her room. Last night had been tough on her. Yet she hadn’t had a nightmare, something I’d gone to bed assuming I’d wake up to.

Although the way I did wake up was much, much better.

“You should check on her,” Lauren said, reading my thoughts.

“I will when she’s up. No point in waking her now. When do you go to the police station if you’re working?”

“I’ll stop by after school. Maybe they’ll find something earlier. I’ll keep you posted.”

“I hate to ask this,” I started, but she shook her head.

“It’s not Travis. Can’t be.”

She seemed so certain. “Why?”

She gripped her coffee mug in both hands. Chipped nail polish at the tips of her nails grabbed my attention. Until she pressed the mug to her lips, and I remembered what those lips had just done to me.

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