Page 141 of On the Line
Mitch reached up and tweaked one of Lexie’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger, sending a jolt right to her clit, which in this position was rubbing against Mitch as she moved but without nearly enough friction. But her partner knew her well, and a second later, he rose onto his knees and pressed his thumb to her aching nub, still buried deep inside Lexie as she straddled his lap.
“Fuck,” she breathed, dropping her head onto his shoulder as she continued to bounce up and down on top of him.
“I’m close,” he said through gritted teeth.
She lifted her head and kissed him, rough and sloppy as she let him take over, trading his hand for hers, and he gripped her thighs as she ground down onto him, meeting every single one of his upward thrusts.
As she broke apart for a second time, she threw herself backward and pulled Mitch down on top of her, letting him frantically fuck her into the bed while he worked toward his own release moments later.
Sticky with sweat, limbs shaky, and thoroughly satisfied, they laid there in comfortable silence for several long minutes, curled in each other’s arms and in no rush to get out of bed.
Then Lexie’s stomach let out a loud growl, and Mitch rested his palm there. “I suppose I should feed you now,” he said.
“I don’t want to go downstairs,” she whined, turning to bury her face in his chest. “But I suppose we’re going to have to.”
Mitch smiled. “No time like the present.”
“Let me just swing into my room and grab some shorts,” she said with a resigned sigh.
“And you expect me to walk down there like this?” He asked, gesturing to his bare torso and those long, sculpted legs of his. Not to mention his bare dick and ass. “You’re wearing my shirt.”
“I hope you brought more than one,” she said. “Because you’re not getting this back. And your boxers are over there,” she added, pointing to the corner of the room.
He gave her a smug smile and stalked toward her, wrapping his arms around her and cupping her ass in his hands. “You look better in it anyway.”
In short order, Mitch stepped away and pulled on his boxers, and scrounged up a different shirt and a pair of blue mesh shorts with the Warriors logo on them. Even clothed, the man made her mouth water, and she didn’t let her gaze linger on him too long for fear that they might not make it out of the room for a long, long time yet.
As if reading her mind, he slid his fingers in hers and pulled her into the hall. She darted into her room and quickly threw on a clean pair of underwear and cotton pajama shorts.
When she came out, Mitch said, “Ready to face the firing squad?”
She gripped his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I am if you are.”
When they entered the kitchen, Lexie wasn’t surprised to find the rest of the house already gathered there. Amelia, Jessica, Mackenzie, Brent, and Berkley all sat at the long informal dining table while Cole and Nate moved around the kitchen. The scent of bacon hung in the air, and Lexie’s stomach growled again.
“Good morning, everyone,” she said cheerfully, dropping Mitch’s hand and hurrying over to the coffee pot. “Coffee, Mitch?”
“Yes, please,” he said, sitting on one of the island bar stools.
Lexie moved around the kitchen, pulling two mugs from the cupboard by the sink and filling them both to the brim with black coffee before walking over and taking a seat next to Mitch.
She took a fortifying sip and raised her gaze to find all her friends staring at them.
“What?” she asked, annoyed, and Mitch snorted.
“Are we not going to talk about the fact that you two came down here together this morning?” Berkley asked. “Or that you had sex in that bathroom last night?” She added, pointing down the hallway in the direction of the scene of the crime.
“Or that the entire house could hear you going at it this morning?” Amelia added.
Lexie really hated her friends sometimes.
“Berkley, Amelia,” Brent warned. “Maybe don’t put them on blast in front of everyone.”
“They seem to be doing a pretty good job of that themselves,” Berkley said, gesturing to where they were seated. Mitch had pulled Lexie’s chair close enough that they were thigh to thigh, his arm draped casually—but possessively—across the back.
At that moment, Cole slid two heaping plates of bacon, eggs, potatoes, and fresh fruit in front of them. Lexie rose and grabbed hers. “We’re taking things slow,” she said, and stalked out onto the patio.
A second later, Mitch settled next to her. “That went surprisingly well.”
