Page 61 of The Back Forty
She giggles until I pinch her clit between my fingers and roll it, turning her laughter into a hiss.
“Shit,” she pants. “I just made that up. A little warning next time?”
“I’m thinking about how it’d feel to have my face buried in here during the winter with my own heat warmer.”
Her cheeks flush as she looks up at me curiously, but I’m already lowering my face again, drawing that swollen clit into my mouth and sucking down.
I’ve only been with her once, but I already know that her clit is the key. Sure, I want to bury my tongue deep and taste all her arousal, but this? This is what makes her fall apart. And I want her falling apart on my face this morning.
So, I focus. I circle her clit with my tongue, lap at it, flick it just the way she likes until her thighs are clamping tightly around my head and her hips start to roll against my mustache.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Just like that… oh my god… your mustache and beard too. Give me that, Lawson—”
I smirk into her, rub my mustache against her bundle of nerves, and that does it. Her thighs start to shake, and her fingers press harder into my scalp. Then I force a hand flat against the top of her pelvis and thrust two fingers inside her, hard and deep, curling them until she cries out in pleasure.
“Yes! Fuck, yes, Lawson!”
She shatters with my name on her lips. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, soaking my hand, and I swear I could come again just from watching her lose it like this so easily. She says I’m easy to please, but I’m not unless it’s her. And I’m starting to think it’s the same for her with me.
When she finally comes down, chest heaving, face flushed, she sits up slowly. Her lips are red and slick, her eyes glazed.
“Wow,” she says.
“Yeah,” I grin, wiping my mouth and then trailing wet kisses up her thighs and across her stomach. “Do you still think your vibrator’s better?
She hesitates like she doesn’t want to admit the truth, but I know. And I know she knows. And one thing I won’t let her do is deny it. But I change the subject anyways because I don't want her overthinking shit that doesn't matter right now. I don't need an ego stroke, but I do need her.
“Want to clean up together?”
“Together?” she echoes, like she doesn’t get it. Like she doesn’t know I’ll never want to shower without her again now that I've tasted her. Maybe I'm moving too fast, but I thought we were on the same page. I thought after last night and this morning she’d get it now. That I want to burn the HR manual and all my ridiculous, self-imposed, fucking rules and lose myself inside her.
It’s Sunday. The last day of the state fair. We should be helping out with the Marshall family booths’ this morning, but we’ve still got time to get over there. I made sure of that. But right now? I’m hard again, and I still haven’t seen her tits, haven’t kissed her lips, haven’t slid my cock inside her. And there’s no way in hell I’m starting my day without her pretty nipples in my mouth.
“Yeah. A shower—” But before I can finish my sentence, there’s a knock at the front door that’s right below us. We both freeze in place.
“Who is that?” Dani hisses, her voice tight, brown eyes wide and panicked.
“I have no idea.”
I grab my sweatpants off the floor, tug them on over skin still flushed and twitching from the high she just wrung out of me. No shirt. No time. No warning. No one just shows up out here unless they’re blood or stupid. My house sits at the complete back of the property for a reason because I don’t like being bothered when I’m home.
I assume it’s Colt or Cash, probably looking for help loading equipment for the last day of the fair. But when I open the door without bothering to check the peephole, I instantly regret it.
This was a big fucking mistake.
“Whoa, good morning, Lawson,” Catalina, Dani's older sister says, her voice bright with a big, wide smile I've never seen her wear before.
She’s standing there in a perfectly pressed linen jumpsuit and designer sandals, her sunglasses pushed up into her thick, brown curls. Her gaze drags slowly down my bare chest, lingering far too long there before dropping lower—to the imprint that I knowis still visible through my sweats.
I might not be as hard as I was a few seconds ago with Dani’s pussy coming on my face, but I’m still sporting a slightly stiff cock. I resist the urge to adjust myself and draw more attention to what she's looking at.
“Sorry to interrupt,” she adds with a smirk that makes it clear she’s not sorry at all. And then her eyes catch on something behind me. Or someone.
Dani.
And just like that, the teasing glint in Catalina’s expression hardens. Her mouth flattens. Her jaw flexes. I can’t tell what the look is that she's giving her sister—disgust? Disappointment? A mean kind of pity? Whatever it is, it’s sharp, and it’s aimed directly at Dani like a dagger to the chest. I can feel her stiffen beside me even though she isn't moving.
I shift, instinct kicking in, wanting to step in front of her. Shield her. Block the blow I don’t fully understand but yet feel deeply in my gut.
