“God, Ozzy ...” She rides my cock without penetration. “I’m ... I’m going to come.”
I know the feeling.
As she orgasms, I pull back and stretch my briefs over my erection. The moment I press it against her ass again, I release, jerking my hips several times.
Fuck! That feels good.
We’ve collectively shared four orgasms, but I still don’t know what it feels like to be inside her. And that’s a shame.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Do you think she’ll really come?” Lola pops her head into my room a short ten minutes later, after Maren made a quick escape. “Do you think Maren will really come here and braid my hair for track-and-field day?”
“I do,” I say, pulling on my socks.
“You can’t be sure.”
“I’m pretty darn sure.”
“What if she oversleeps?”
I stand and shut off the light, ushering her toward the stairs. “She’ll be here.”
Just as Lola reaches the top of the stairs, there’s a knock at the door.
“She’s here!”
I follow Lola to the front door, passing the dining room, where Amos and Tia are drinking coffee and eating breakfast.
“Who’s here?” Tia asks.
“Maren’s here to braid Lola’s hair for track-and-field day,” I reply.
“That seems unnecessary,” Tia grumbles.
I ignore her because I wish she and Amos wereunnecessaryin my life.
“Good morning, Miss Lola,” Maren says, stepping inside and removing her shoes.
“Come downstairs,” Lola says with a quick pivot toward the stairs. “I’ll get my hairbrush and ties.”
Maren smiles at me. “Hi.”
My fucking grin jumps off a cliff, entirely out of control. “Hi.”
“Are you having a good morning?” she asks.
“As a matter of fact, I am. Coffee?”
“Sounds perfect.” Maren takes two steps and glances into the dining room, pausing for a friendly greeting. “Good morning.”
“Don’t you have a job?” Tia asks, being her most charming self.
Maren laces her fingers behind her back. “I’m a tanker pilot—an aerial firefighter. I have ten days on and five days off.”
“Cream or sugar?” I ask, attempting to save her from Tia.
“Black,” Maren says, glancing over her shoulder with a smile.