Page 48 of Flare Up
“Yup. Or at least until you top it.” Gavin pulled the appetizer sampler plate out of Grant’s reach. “So anyway, LT has to handle some stuff, so he hands the baby to Grant. You should have seen his face.”
And then Gavin mimicked holding a baby by the armpits at arm’s length, with a look of mock horror on his face. Both women laughed and after a few seconds, Grant reluctantly joined in. Having a screaming baby shoved at him wasn’t something he’d trained for.
“So Eriksson yells at him to hold the baby properly and to bounce him to comfort him,” Gavin continued. “So Grant’s bouncing up and down and the baby stops crying long enough to puke all over the front of his gear.”
Wren laughed so hard she had to dab at her eyes with her napkin. “I can so picture that. Was that back when you were a rookie?”
Grant clenched his jaw, so Gavin answered. “It was two months ago.”
While they were busy enjoying themselves at his expense, Grant reached across the table and stole the fancy tater tots back.
The entire meal passed too quickly. There were stories and laughter and sports talk. Wren and Cait discovered they’d both recently read and loved the same book, so they talked about that.
It was one of the best nights Gavin could remember having in a long time, and he would have been sad to see it end if not for the fact Wren had packed an overnight bag.
They were parked in opposite directions, so they parted ways outside the restaurant, after agreeing they’d do it again soon. And he really hoped they would, Grant thought as he took Wren’s hand in his and walked back to the Jeep.
“No more, Grant. Just...” Whatever Wren had been about to say didn’t get said when Grant clamped his lips over her clit and sucked hard.
He knew what she wanted. But he wasn’t going to give it to her until he was good and ready. He’d suffered through overpriced beer and tater tots while thinking about that overnight bag all evening, so she could suffer through one more orgasm before she got his dick.
He had her on her knees at the edge of his bed so he could stand behind her and enjoy the view while he got his fill of her. She’d started on her hands and knees, but after the first orgasm, she’d dropped her head to the mattress and she’d damn near ripped the sheet off the bed with her fists.
When she finally came again, it was with a growl that sounded a lot like a mixture of pleasure and frustration, and it made him even harder. Impatient-to-be-fucked Wren was one of his favorite versions of her.
Before she could catch her breath and start calling him names, he rolled on a condom and pulled her back so she had one knee still on the bed and one foot on the floor.
He slid into her with a groan he felt to his toes. She was hot and slick and he didn’t torment either of them anymore. He drove into her with enough force so she had to bend and brace her hands on the bed to keep from falling.
“Yes,” she said, the word little more than a breath.
Every thrust was hard and deep, and watching her fingers curl in the sheets was almost enough to send him over the edge. He reached around and stroked her clit, and then chuckled when she slapped his hand away.
Since that was too much, he slid his hand up her stomach, pressing hard enough to force her upright. Bending his knees a little, he pulled her back against his chest and rolled her nipple between this thumb and finger. Then he ran his hand up her neck and cradled her jaw in his hand. He tipped her head sideways and bit the soft skin of her neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her gasp a little.
The sound did him in. Releasing her jaw, he pushed her back over the bed so he could grab hold of her hips. She came almost immediately, with a harsh cry as her body pulsed. He kept thrusting, faster, until he came so hard he thought his dick might explode.
“Holy shit,” he breathed as he pressed his cheek to her back and tried not to pant. His knees were weak and he wasn’t sure he could get them both on the bed without falling on the floor, so he grasped the condom and slid free.
Wren crawled across the middle of the mattress before she collapsed, and after wrapping the condom in a tissue and dropping it in the basket under the night table, he was able to crawl up beside her.
“Holy shit, indeed,” she whispered. “I think I’m going to drag you to gastropubs more often.”
His laugh was ragged and still a little breathless, and he kissed her shoulder. “We’re sideways on the bed. And you pulled the top corner of the fitted sheet off the mattress.”
“Don’t care.”
He slapped her ass and she yelped. “We can’t sleep like this.”
“I can.”
“My feet are hanging off the side of the bed.”
She shrugged, though some of the effect was lost because she was lying on her face. “There are times it’s good to be short. This is one of them, I guess.”
Once her breathing started to slow and he realized she really didn’t care that she was sideways on a partially unmade bed, Grant forced himself to get up and walk around to the other side.
She groaned when he yanked on the sheet because the jerking kept her from sleeping, but he was able to hook the elastic corner back over the mattress. Then he picked her up and turned her the right way. It wasn’t graceful, but he got her head on her pillow and was able to stretch out next to her.
