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“I think I like her,” he says, still laughing as they walk back to the car.
Petra reaches out and pushes him toward the graves as they walk down the path, narrowly missing stepping on one.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX
Petra
Petra wakes with the not-so-light pounce of Morris on her stomach as he launches himself from her nightstand onto the bed. She folds in half, letting out an “oof” as he carries on about his business, walking down her duvet-covered legs to curl up at her feet.
“You are a menace, you know that?” She grumbles, rolling over to look at the clock on her nightstand. It reads 6:32 a.m., which is about two minutes past when he demands to be fed.
“That’s no way to talk to your loving husband,” Lachlan mumbles, his face buried in the pillow beside her. He reaches forward, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her into his chest. Scents of honeysuckle fill her nose as she kisses the tip of his nose.
“I need to go feed the cat before he tries to eat us,” she says.
“Waiting five more minutes won’t kill him.”
“No, but he may kill us,” she responds as Morris lets out a loud squawk in protest. “See, he’s already demanding your head. I will remember you fondly, my love,” she jests, kissing his forehead before slipping out of his arms and out of bed. Morris leaps off the bed with a loud thump when he lands, then scampers ahead of Petra. He winds between her legs as she reaches into the cupboard for his food and meows loudly in anticipation. Petra scoops his food, and he bumps his head on her leg in excitement and then gives it a lick. She brings his dish to his feeding spot, and he howls at her in thanks as she places it on the floor. She runs her hand along his back as he digs in.
“I love you too, buddy,” she says.
Petra picks up the coffee carafe and starts making coffee. As she moves around the main floor, opening windows to let the fresh crisp winter air in, she feels warm arms wrap around her stomach. A familiar scent of bergamot envelops her as Lachlan’s face nuzzles into the crook of her neck, causing goosebumps to travel down her body.
“Mmm. Good morning, wife,” he says, pulling her hair aside to kiss her neck. “How are you doing?”
“I’m so happy Morris decided to let you live. I would have missed you terribly,” she responds, placing a hand on his head and leaning her head to the side, giving him better access. “I’m surprised you’re up so early.”
“I wasn’t going to get back to sleep with you out of bed. Though I do have an idea of something else we could do with this extra time together.”
“Oh, really?” Her breath hitches as his hands slide down the front of her stomach, grazing the sensitive, exposed flesh between her shorts and the bottom of her tank top. Maybe the distraction is exactly what she needs.
He pulls her into him, allowing her to feel exactly what he has in mind. She puts her hands behind her, feeling down his torso to his legs. “You aren’t wearing any clothes, Mr. Grace,” she says, grinning.
“True,” he responds, sliding his hand underneath the front of her shorts and slipping a finger between her already wet lips. “And you appear to be wearing too many.”
“Is that so?”
“It is,” he says as she arches into him and feels his firm cock pressing into her lower back.
“Well, then. How do you suppose we fix that problem?” She moans as he slips a finger inside her heated core.
Rather than answer, he withdraws his finger from her wetness, slides his thumbs into the hem of her shorts, and pulls them down. She leans over, placing her hands on the window as he grabs her hips and pulls her back. He kicks her feet apart before kneeling and putting his face between her legs and licking her wet pussy to her tight hole. She pushes back into him, asking for more.
“Greedy one this morning, huh?” he teases.
All she can manage is a gasp as he thrusts two fingers into her slick center as he continues to lick her wet heat. She leans over further, the sensations running wild within her, begging and pleading to be filled with him. Her toes tingle as he curls his fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please, what?”
“I need more. I need you.”
He withdraws his fingers, leaving her feeling empty and incomplete. He grabs her hips as he stands behind her. She places her hands lower on the window, providing better balance as he bends her over. She feels him line up with her entrance and moans as he roughly thrusts into her, entering her fully. He’s so thick and hard that she feels every ridge of his cock, filling her in a way she never knew was possible. She doesn’t think she will ever get used to this. How he moves inside her, gliding and thrusting, giving her exactly what she wants. What she needs.
“Play with yourself,” he orders.
She moves one hand in front of her to be more central, keeping her balance as he slows his movements, drawing out the sensation while he withdraws and then quickly fills her again. She takes her other hand and places it on her soaking pussy. She uses her index and middle finger to slide down her core, feeling the sides of him as he moves in and out. He groans behind her, enjoying the extra touch.
