Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
RORY
As I stood at the island in my kitchen, wrapped in a satin knee-length robe that matched my satin and lace nightgown, I took in the sight before me, feeling like everything in my world was bright and perfect and absolutely wonderful.
Zach and Cord were sitting across the island on my awesome barstools, both tucked into their plates, shoveling in the pancakes I’d just made for breakfast—chocolate chip this time.
The breakfast was great, the sun was shining, I had my coffee in hand and both my guys under the same roof. Yep, all was wonderful in my world.
“Why are you starin’ at us like that? It’s creepy.”
At Zach’s comment, Cord lifted his head, his strong jaw working as he chewed, and caught me staring, just as Zach had so lovingly pointed out. Instead of giving me crap for it, he shot me a wink.
The dreamy smile fell from my face, and I turned my scowl back to Zach. “It’s not creepy.”
“It’s totally creepy,” he replied through another huge bite of pancakes, his cheeks stuffed full. “You’re watchin’ us eat. That’s creepy.”
Cupping my coffee mug in both my hands, I lifted it to my lips and took a sip.
“You know what? You aren’t gonna burst my bubble, kid.
My two guys are sitting in front of me right now, eating the breakfast I made for them.
So if I wanna stand here and watch my guys eat, I’m damn well gonna do it, and there’s nothing you can say to ruin my happy glow. ”
The corner of his mouth trembled as he fought back a grin and rolled his eyes. “Whatever, weirdo,” he mumbled before tucking back into his food.
Cord’s deep, rough chuckle sounded as he finished the last of his breakfast and came around the counter to rinse his plate.
That’s right. My man rinsed his own plate! Then, as if I wasn’t already turned on enough, he bent at the waist, giving me a perfect view of his stellar ass in those pressed slacks from the night before, and loaded it into the dishwasher.
I could have sworn I had a mini-orgasm.
He moved to me and hooked me around the waist with one arm, pressing my front into his side as he rested his other palm on the island and looked over at Zach. “You’re ridin’ with me this morning, bud. Shake a leg or we’re gonna be late, yeah?”
My boy nodded and shoved the last bite into his mouth. Then he proceeded to do something I’d never seen him do before.
He hopped off the barstool and came around to rinse his plate and load it up next to Cord’s without me having to say anything about it, just like Cord had done, before disappearing down the hall.
“Wow,” I breathed as I stared after him.
“That’s the first time I haven’t had to get on him to put his dirty dishes away.
” I extended the arm holding my coffee mug so I could press even deeper into Cord as I gazed up at him, that warm, dreamy feeling expanding in my chest. “I think you may be a good influence after all, stud.”
He hit me with a sexy smirk that drove me crazy. “Guess that means you’ll have to keep me around, dollface.”
“Mmm. I guess so.”
His head came down and his lips pressed against mine in a slow, gentle kiss that we were forced to break off when Zach called out, “Ugh, gross! Not in front of the impressionable child!”
My head fell back on a loud belly laugh as Cord’s arm clutched me tighter and his body shook with quiet laughter.
He pulled his keys from his pocket and tossed them Zach’s way. “Start the truck up. I’ll be out in a sec. That way I can kiss on Rory without your poor abused eyes having to witness.”
He caught Cord’s keys easily and headed for the front door as I called out, “Have a good day, sweetie!”
Instead of the simple flick of his fingers he usually shot me while not looking back, he actually glanced over his shoulder this time and graced me with a tiny smile as he mumbled “You too.”
Progress. It wouldn’t have been a lot in most people’s eyes, but to me, that casual comment was everything, and with it, my glow grew brighter and warmer.
“All right, baby. Kiss me so I can get him to school and come back to you.”
Instead of kissing him, my eyes went wide and I asked, “You’re coming back?”
His eyes heated and his voice took on a growly tone that made me shiver. “Oh yeah.” Those two words dripped with promise that made my panties damp. “And you better be ready for me.”
Then he kissed me. And with that delicious warning ringing in my ears, he disappeared through the front door to take my boy to school.
When we got back last night, Zach had already been in bed. I was drowsy from incredible food and, I’ll admit, slightly tipsy from the three martinis I’d had throughout the course of the evening. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t more than ready to feel Cord inside me again.
I rushed around my bedroom, donning a sexy yet sweet nightie, and climbed into bed to wait for him as he shut off all the lights, made sure we were locked in tight, and checked on Zach before coming back to me.
However, at some point during that short wait, the food, alcohol, and all-around emotional upheaval from earlier that day hit me like a sledgehammer, and I was passed out dead to the world by the time he entered the room.
I’d been ready for him last night, and when I woke up this morning, wrapped in his arms and tucked safe and secure to his strong body, I’d been even more ready.
Now he just had to get back and fill the promise he’d made a minute ago.
And I couldn’t wait.
The low rumble from deep within Cord’s chest spurred me on, making me even hotter.
I hummed around his cock, taking him all the way to the back of my throat as I looked up from beneath my lashes.
His head was lowered, those nearly black eyes pinned on me, the cords in his neck straining as his fingers white-knuckled the edge of the counter.
“Fuckin’ shit,” he grunted, his hips pushing forward as my hand squeezed the base of his erection.
“Christ, that’s it, baby. Take all of me.
Show me how much you love suckin’ me off. ”
I hummed again as my head started bobbing even faster, my hand meeting my lips as I jacked and sucked with abandon.
Blow jobs had never really been my thing in the past. I gave them to previous boyfriends because I knew men liked them, and I didn’t mind putting in the work if I was getting something in return.
But there was just something about Cord.
I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to taste and lick him.
His dick was absolutely perfect, and I found my mouth watering at just the thought of going down on him.
So when he’d walked through the door a few minutes earlier, I’d pounced, shoving him against the island and falling to my knees, greedily pulling at his fly to get him free.
And I’d been so into it that I couldn’t tell which one of us was enjoying it more.
I pulled my head back, swirling my tongue around his swollen crown before taking him back into my mouth. Moving my hand out of the way, I slid down until my nose bumped his groin. Then I swallowed, causing him to let out a harsh curse.
“Christ. Rory, you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
I really liked the thought of it, so I did it again.
And again.
On the third swallow, Cord’s hands shot down and grabbed me beneath my arms, yanking me back up to my feet.
“I wasn’t finished!” I cried, instantly missing his musky taste.
“You are now,” he gritted in return. Then he spun me around so fast my hair went flying. I barely had time to brace my hands on the counter before he tore my panties down my legs, flipped the hem of my nightie over my ass, and drove in deep.
“Yes!” I cried out, throwing my head back at his exquisite invasion.
He took me hard and fast. It was savage and hot and absolutely perfect, the way he rode me. That pressure in my core built fast, shooting out and invading every inch of me as I tipped my ass to take him even deeper.
“Goddamn,” Cord grunted, wrapping one of his arms around my chest. His hand dipped beneath the neckline of my nightgown and began tugging at my nipple as his other hand trailed down between my legs.
I felt his fingers spread and slide around my entrance where he was driving in and out, feeling our connection, before he pulled back and began tracing my clit in tight circles.
“The way you fit me, Rory. Jesus. So goddamn perfect.”
“Cord,” I said on a sharp, keening cry as my release grew closer, stronger, invading all of me. “Oh god, baby. I’m gonna come.”
“Give it to me,” he growled in my ear. “Let me feel it.”
And with that order, I exploded. My chest fell forward as he moved his hands to grab hold of my hips.
I clutched the counter, using it as leverage to drive myself back on his cock as my orgasm washed over me.
I was still in the midst of the second-best climax I’d ever had—the first being my first time with Cord—when I felt him surge in deep and plant himself there.
Fortunately I had just enough wherewithal to turn and look at him over my shoulder as his head fell back, the muscles in his neck tightened, and his jaw clenched as he groaned out his own release, filling me up as his hips continued to snap.
God, seeing him like that, completely out of control… there was no other way to describe it. It was simply beautiful.
He bent over me, resting his forehead on my shoulder blade as we both came down from the high of fantastic sex.
“Fuck me, baby. I knew you’d live up to the promise of all that beauty, but I had no clue the real thing would be a million times better.” His hands started sliding over my body, almost reverent as he touched every inch of me he could reach. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”
“I’m just me,” I replied on a breathless whisper.
He stepped back, slipping from between my legs as he spun me around so we were face-to-face. “Yeah, sweetheart.” His eyes scanned over my face like he was trying to memorize every inch of it. “You’re just you.” His arms came around me and gave me a squeeze. “And what you are is perfect.”
God, I was so totally gone for this man. “Don’t make me cry after you just made me come,” I said on a watery sniffle.
But he didn’t stop, and I was dangerously close to turning into a blubbering mess. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and she’s finally mine.”
Okay, so if he wouldn’t stop, I had no choice but to make him.
Standing on my tiptoes, I twined my arms around his neck and pulled him the rest of the way down so I could reach his lips.
Then I kissed him. It wasn’t soft and gentle but rather hard and full of every emotion raging through me at that very moment.
I love you, I thought, but I didn’t dare say the words out loud.
It wasn’t that I worried his feelings for me weren’t strong.
But we’d only just started out. Last night was our first date.
We’d only had sex twice. Yes, we’d known each other for years, but I didn’t want to scare him off by putting the cart about a mile before the horse.
We had time, and this was going even better than I could imagine.
I was happy. Truly and genuinely happy. There was no need to rush it.
On that thought, Cord took over the kiss, tangling his fingers in my hair and tilting my head for better access. By the time it was finished, all thoughts of crying were gone, and I was breathless once again.
Cord’s forehead came down on mine, and he pushed out a sigh that sounded surprisingly frustrated.
“What wrong?”
“What’s wrong is that the world didn’t stop turnin’ so I could take you back to bed, strip you naked, and keep you there all day.
Which is exactly what I want to do, not go into the office to fill out a bunch of paperwork for a case I just closed so Linc can invoice the client and we can all get paid. ”
A giggle bubbled up my throat and my arms tightened around him. “Not a fan of paperwork?”
“Hell no,” he grunted. “But even if I didn’t have a pile of that shit waiting for me, I still wouldn’t want to go in.”
I slid my fingers up the back of his neck to brush along the hair at the nape. “Why, Cord Paulson, I think you may like me,” I said with a teasing grin.
His face remained serious as he replied, “‘Like’ doesn’t even come close to how I feel about you.”
Before I could respond to that—not that I could adequately put into words just how much it meant to me in that moment—Cord stepped back and started straightening his slacks.
“What do you have going on today, sweetheart?”
“I, um….” It took a second, but I managed to shake myself out of my stupor and answer. “I’m heading into the bar for a bit, and then I start my classes to get certified.”
“You need me to be here when Zach gets home from school?”
All the air expelled from my lungs at his question. It was just as simple as that. He didn’t even blink before asking it. I knew we were in this together, Cord had said so often over the past several days, but in that moment it hit me, really and truly hit me. We were in this together. Completely.
When I didn’t answer right away, his head came up and tilted to the side. “Sweetheart? You hear me?”
I gave my head a shake. “Sorry. Dazed for a second. I’ll be finished with the class before he gets home, but if you want to come over for dinner, you won’t hear me complain.”
His face went tender as he came close and responded, “Wouldn’t miss it.” Goody. “Now kiss me so I can get this day over with and come back to you and Zach.”
Once again, bossy. And once again, I didn’t hesitate to give in because, truth be told, I loved him bossy.