Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
“You know, the weekend ended like, two weeks ago.”
“And yet you haven’t thrown my ass out in the snow,” Kasey countered from where he sat at her tiny dining table in the kitchen, his fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee, a white mug with a picture of Rosie the Riveter on it, below the words Girl Boss emblazoned in red letters.
He lifted it to his lips, taking a sip of the strong black coffee he’d poured into it.
Standing with her back against the kitchen counter, she narrowed her gaze on him, but couldn’t completely stop the tug at one corner of her mouth as it tipped up.
She had on one of his Henley shirts and nothing else, the shirt hitting high on her thighs, leaving the rest of her long legs bare for his perusal.
Her hair had been finger tousled fifteen minutes prior when she woke up to Kasey sliding between her legs from behind, his hand buried in her hair to hold her still as his mouth did deliciously wicked things to the side of her throat and the meaty part of her shoulder.
His other hand had disappeared between her thighs, his fingers finding her clit.
It hadn’t taken long for him to hurtle her over that precipice, slamming into her from behind while she convulsed around him and in his arms as she came.
“I have to go back to work today, I really shouldn’t take any more time off.
I stayed home an extra week,” she said, lifting her cup of coffee to her lips.
This one was a cobalt blue glass mug with yellow-gold stars and a crescent moon on it.
She’d stolen it from her dad ages ago. Shifting from one foot to the other, she swallowed hard, then asked, “Will uhh, will you be here when I get back?”
Kasey’s gray-blue eyes found hers and a slow grin spread across his face.
Standing, he crossed toward her, a pair of gray sweatpants slung indecently low around his hips.
His upper body was still bare, the broad expanse of his back, shoulders, and arms on display for her.
His feet were bare, his hair a tousled mess on the top of his head, like he’d shoved his fingers haphazardly through it mere seconds before.
Only she knew it had in fact been her fingers that had made that mess.
Stepping in front of her, he plucked the cup of coffee out of her hands, despite her protest and attempt to grab it back, and set it on the counter next to them, before settling his large hands on her hips.
Leaning close, he let the full length of their bodies press against each other, and whispered huskily, “Do you want me to be here when you get back, darlin’? ”
Rolling her eyes, she tightened her lips to keep from smiling. “I don’t care.”
Lowering his mouth to her throat, she tipped her head back to grant him better access, humming in pleasure as his mouth did wonderful things to her. Speaking directly against the skin over her collarbone, he murmured, “I think you’ve liked having me here.”
“I’ve liked the orgasms,” she whispered raggedly, shifting her body along his as she felt him growing hard between them.
“I think you like sharing your space with me. Sharing your bed. Sleeping with you in that bed every night,” he countered. “Sharing meals, watching movies.”
“We haven’t watched a single movie,” Shaun exclaimed, her hands finding purchase on his back and gripping hard even as she moved against him.
She had liked it. All of it. A lot more than she expected.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
But she liked it too much to stop it. She liked him too much to stop it.
“Only because we’re too busy necking before the opening credits,” Kasey chuckled, his tongue sliding over the hollow at the base of her throat.
“Necking? What are we, teenagers in the eighties? Oh fuck,” she gasped out as his hand slid beneath the hem of the shirt she wore to slip between her legs. “Kasey, I have to get ready for work.”
“Then I guess you better be quick,” he whispered, capturing her mouth with his in a fiery, heated kiss that left her totally breathless.
When he finally released her lips, he dropped to his knees in front of her, lifting one of her legs behind the knee to drape it over his shoulder. “You have sixty seconds.”
His fingers speared into her, curling in and hitting that sweet spot deep inside, at the same time that his lips found her clit, his tongue lashing, suckling, circling.
Her fingers fisted into his hair, the leg she stood on trembling while the one draped over his shoulder shook.
A high, keening cry escaping her as he tore the first orgasm out of her, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers.
She felt more than heard his guttural hum of approval, his free hand squeezing the handful of her ass that he was holding onto.
It only took forty-five seconds for the first one. The second one avalanched over the first before it ever stopped. The man had a magic mouth and dear sweet Barbara Streisand, he knew how to use it.
She was still shaking, her breathing still ragged, when he let her leg drop back to the floor, rising to his feet. Using the pad of his thumb, he wiped his mouth, and she blushed all the way down to her toes as he grinned wolfishly down at her.
Reaching for the waistband of his sweats, she made a soft whine of disappointment when he caught her wrists, keeping her from touching what she was desperate to find.
“If I let you touch me now, you won’t make it to work, darlin’.
I already want to keep you tied up to the bed all day and not let you leave. ”
“Okay,” she whispered, nodding, rising onto her tiptoes to reach for his mouth with her own. “I’m down.”
“Shaun,” he warned on a growl, clamping his hands down more firmly around her wrists. “Don’t tempt me.”
“But what about you?” she asked. “That doesn’t seem fair to you.”
“Mmmm but I can’t have you late to work on my account. This way, you can think about this all day long, making the anticipation sweeter.”
“I’m not a delayed gratification kinda gal, Kasey,” she grumbled petulantly, pouting.
“Most of your generation isn’t,” he chuckled, swatting her sharply on the ass, making her gasp.
“Hey!” Glaring at him, she shoved him back with her heels in his shoulders. “You’re not that much older than I am, you jerk.”
“Darlin’, eight years is enough to put me into a different generational bracket,” he laughed. “Go get ready for work.”
“Buzzkill,” she muttered, but stepped past him toward the hallway, at the same time gripping the hem of his Henley that she still wore. Lifting it up and over her head, she let it drop to the kitchen floor as she sauntered away, making sure to give her hips an extra sway as she did so.
She hadn’t made it five steps down the hall when she heard the thunder of his footsteps behind her and then his arms banded around her, flattening her against his chest as he lifted her off her feet.
She squeaked in surprise and laughed out loud as he carried her into the bathroom.
Setting her back on her feet, he pushed on her upper back until she bent at the waist.
“Grab hold of the sink,” he growled low, and she did as he instructed.
A sharp, stinging slap to her ass made her gasp and she bit her lip, her entire body clenching with anticipation when she felt his hands grab hold of her hips roughly, and then the head of his cock pressed against her already wet entrance.
“You naughty little brat. Is this what you wanted?”
She nodded mutely, unable to produce any sound as he slammed inside hard, nearly lifting her off her feet as he entered her from behind.
Another stinging, biting slap cracked across the opposite ass cheek and Shaun was almost certain she was going to melt into a puddle. Holy shit. “Hold on, darlin’. This is going to be fast.”
Gripping the edge of the sink with tightly clenched fingers, she held on as he fucked her senseless.
It was fast, hard, and oh-so-good. Just as she started to clench around him with another mind-altering orgasm, he ran his fingers up the column of her spine, flattening his palm along her back, before letting his fingers curl around the back of her neck, his thumb pressing in on one side, his fingers on the other.
“You’ve ruined me,” he ground out hoarsely, continuing to hammer into her from behind.
Shattering into a million pieces, she came hard around him at his passion filled words, a cry ripping from her lips.
His hips stuttered in that telltale way when she knew he was about to come, and he slammed in as deep as he could go just as she felt the first spasms and the heat that filled her.
“Holy shit,” she panted, her arms giving out, and she rested with her torso hanging over the sink as her legs shook.
His fingers strummed along the ridge of her spine, but still they remained as they were, his body pressed deep inside hers.
Aftershocks pulsed through them both, and Shaun moaned, pressing her bottom against his hips, circling again as she felt another spasm.
She was delivered another slap to the ass, though this one lacked the bite from before.
“Ohmygod. I don’t know if I should be concerned with how much I like that. ”
His quiet chuckle from behind her made her smile. Rubbing his palm over her bottom, he soothed the stinging flesh before gripping a handful and squeezing lightly. “You won’t hear any complaints from me, darlin’.”
He stepped back, pulling from her body, and Shaun dropped her forehead to the sink countertop with a groan, before pushing herself up to straighten.
She turned to face Kasey as he turned on the shower taps, adjusting them and then pulling the shower curtain closed.
He turned toward her, and one side of his mouth tilted up, his eyes dancing with mischief the way she liked.
Clasping her face between both hands, he kissed her soundly, thoroughly, before releasing her. “Shower, and I will bring your coffee to you.”
She did as she was told, stepping into the shower and letting the hot spray wash over her.
She heard him reenter and the soft clink of the glass coffee cup on the sink top.
She showered hastily, then stepped out and dried off, wrapping the towel around her as she padded to the bedroom.
She wrapped the towel around her hair and pulled on a pair of boy short underwear and wrestled a tight-fitting sports bra over her damp skin.
Grunting, she panted as she fought with the tight material.
“You okay in there?” she heard Kasey call from down the hall.
“Yup, I’m fine,” she panted raggedly. “Fuck this is tight.”
Finally wrestling it into place, she unwrapped her hair and pulled a brush through the wet strands, then fastened it into a quick braid over one shoulder.
A pair of oil-stained jeans and two layers of long-sleeved shirts were next.
She grabbed her camel colored Carhartt vest off the hook on the back of her closet door and a thick pair of wool socks from the drawer before heading back down the hallway, where she found Kasey lounging comfortably on the couch, Steve the cat curled up into a ball in his lap, purring contentedly.
She sat on the edge of the couch near his hip, pulling the socks on her feet and then putting her work boots on, lacing them. She stood and turned to face him, leaning down to press a kiss to his mouth.
“You rest and enjoy your day, princess. Let Momma take care of you,” she murmured coyly, and winked.
His gray-blue eyes darkened, and he growled ominously. She laughed, dancing out of his reach when he swiped an arm out to try and grab her around the backs of the knees to haul her close again.
“Bye!” she called, still laughing, as she pulled the vest on as she headed out the door.