Page 21 of The Mechanic's Match
Her breath catches as I stand and slowly ease myself into her soft folds, her body already tight and ready to explode with desire. My lips find hers in a gentle kiss, my movements slow and controlled as I savor every moment with her–not that she's resisting when she's already melting in my arms.
I move against her in shallow, gentle thrusts, my muscles straining and my body aching for release. This woman has changed everything for me–in ways I never thought possible.
"Been dreaming about your sweet, ripe body wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry and making me shudder with pleasure," I whisper into her ear. She tenses at my words, but can't resist when I finally brush against the wall of her sacred virginity. Her body arches as I brake through her barrier and finally fill her completely.
"I can't wait to fill you up with my hot seed," I groan, savoring the feeling of her tightness around me. "You're the one I've been waiting for, my precious girl. Your love is what saves me." With each slow thrust, she moans and writhes beneath me, her body humming with pleasure.
"You're already creaming all over me," I tease, catching her sighs with my lips. "You make me feel things I never knew existed."
I kiss and worship her body, driving us both to the brink of ecstasy. Her hot warmth flutters around my cock, fisting in waves as she cums softly, her moans filling the air. Her pleasure coaxes the cum out of me, and with a rumble I coat her sweet virgin heat with my cum. She’s all mine now. A surge of possession courses through me.
I hold her face tenderly in my hands, making sure our eyes are locked. Soft kisses trace the outline of her lips before I whisper, "With you, every moment feels like freedom." Another kiss. "You have me completely sweet girl."
She teases, "You sound smitten, Fox Miller."
“You better believe I am,” I confess. It still feels unreal that a woman like her would choose someone like me. But here she is, stealing all the air from my lungs. She breathed life back into me.
"Good, because you’re never getting rid of me now,” she giggles.
“Hell if I’d ever want to,” I hum against her lips before pulling her into another passionate kiss. "My sexy, precious girl..."
And then Buttercup comes blazing through the loft, hopping on the ledge at Amelia’s side and letting out a long hiss, swiping at Jet’s wet nose in her face. He barks once, tail wagging before the cat launches off the ledge and onto the bed before zipping back down the loft stairs, Jet hot on her fluffy tail.
A moment later I hear a single bark and then the telltale swish of the doggy door swinging open and closed.
“Shit–” I pull out of my girl, helping her down the ledge and groaning, “they just went outside.”
Chapter Eleven
Amelia
The woods around the Phantom River are eerily quiet as twilight falls. I’m standing in the middle of a clearing, hands on my hips, calling out for Buttercup like a desperate fool. “Buttercup! Here, kitty, kitty!”
Behind me, Fox sighs audibly. “You know the damn cat isn’t going to come running like a dog, right?”
I whirl around, narrowing my eyes at him. He’s only wearing boxer briefs, his hard, muscled chest dusted with swirls of ink and dark hair. He’s even more distracting in the moonlight. “Do you have a better idea, caveman?”
“Yeah. Let’s stop yelling and think for a second.” He crouches down, scanning the underbrush like a predator stalking prey. Even annoyed, he moves with this effortless confidence that gets under my skin in all the wrong ways—and some of the right ones.
“She’s tiny, Fox! What if she got eaten by a coyote?” My voice breaks, and I hate how pathetic I sound.
His head snaps up, his sharp blue-green eyes locking on mine. “Not on my watch. We’ll find her.”
There’s something in his tone—gruff but reassuring—that settles the worst of my panic. Maybe it’s the way he says it, like it’s not just a promise but a challenge he fully intends to win.
He stands, brushing dirt from his jeans. “She’s probably holed up somewhere warm. Cats are smarter than they look.”
“She’s not just a cat,” I snap, clutching my arms to my chest as the cool evening air seeps through his flannel that clings to my form. “She’s family.”
“And here I thought I was your only roommate.” Fox walks closer, towering over me. His gaze softens, just a fraction, before his trademark smirk reappears. “Don’t worry, I’ll never lose your precious pussy.”
I glare at him, biting back a retort, fighting the smirk that plays on my lips.
We scour the woods for what feels like hours. I trip over a root, and Fox catches me with one strong hand on my arm. His grip is firm but gentle, and for a second, my heart beats faster than it should.
“You good?” His voice is low, almost tender.
“I’m okay,” I mutter, wrenching my arm free and marching ahead, determined to find Buttercup.
