Page 113 of Kiss Marry Kill
“Oh, fuck, Max.” His control faltered, and his pupils dilated. His hips picked up speed, and his dick swelled inside me. Teeth gritted, he gave a strangled sound, the tendons of his neck distended. “Can’t stop,fuck.”
I felt him come, a hot flush of seed that pushed me over the edge too. My dick jerked between us, spilling over my writhing stomach. We held each other, humping, panting, groaning, taking and giving pleasure. My body trembled and jolted with ecstasy, and my muscles went slack.
“God, that feels good,” I mumbled, little tremors of delight buzzing through my body every few seconds.
He gave a few extra weaker thrusts as he finished inside me. Then he held my face, kissing me gently. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes were warm. “I’m glad I came home early.”
I laughed, slipping my arms around him. He was still inside me, and I really didn’t want him to ever pull out. I closed my eyes, feeling sleepy. “Let’s just stay like this forever.”
“Deal.” He sounded amused.
“People will get used to seeing us this way after a while.”
“Of course.”
I smiled at his teasing tone. The one good thing about not getting that spot for my clinic was that meant I’d get to live with Royce longer. There would be more nights like these for sure. It was definitely more convenient living together. I would have missed Royce horribly if I’d had to move out.
I sighed. “Do you mind if I sleep?”
“Nope.”
I frowned. “You fed me, but you didn’t eat.”
“Not hungry.” He slowly pulled out of me and lowered himself beside me.
“It’s important to eat,” I said drowsily.
“Shhhhh. Go to sleep, Max.” He sat up, and the mattress jiggled when he got off the bed. He returned, and he wiped my stomach clean.
I wanted to open my eyes, but my lids felt like lead. “Promise me you’ll eat something. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
“It’s dinnertime.”
“Still…” I mumbled.
He didn’t respond verbally, but he stroked my hair off my forehead. I sighed and rolled onto my side, curling into a ball. I felt him lay a blanket over me, but I still couldn’t seem to rouse myself.
I must’ve fallen asleep because when I woke, sun was streaming through the curtains. Shocked that I’d slept the entire night, I sat up. Somewhere during the night, I’d found my way under the covers, and beside me, Royce was still sleeping. Grumpy was at the foot of the bed, snoring.
I rubbed my face, trying to chase away the residual grogginess. My head throbbed, no surprise after my run-in with a tequila bottle last night. I checked the time, noticing it was 6:40 a.m. I didn’t really have anywhere to go. There was no way I was going to River’s clinic today. I still needed to call Girdy and tell her what was happening.
Climbing out of bed, I made my way into the restroom. I brushed my teeth, shaved, and got in the shower. Once I got out, my head was still pounding, but I didn’t want to take any medication on an empty stomach. I could smell coffee, which meant Royce must’ve gotten up.
After dressing in jeans and a white collared shirt, I went into the kitchen. Sure enough, Royce was there. He was scrambling eggs on the stove, and the coffee was brewing. It was a nice domestic scene, one I’d miss once I eventually did find a place of my own.
“Morning,” I said as I neared Royce.
He smiled at me over his shoulder. “I woke up starving.”
“I’m not surprised. You never had dinner, did you?” My tone was chiding.
He didn’t respond to my question. “Can I scramble you an egg?”
“I think I’ll just have yogurt and granola.” I went to the coffee maker, happy to see it had just stopped. I filled my cup and Royce’s, adding cream. I took his cup to him and set it near him on the stove.
“Thanks.”
“My pleasure, Sheriff.” I smirked.
