Chapter 11 #4
“Who wants apple pie with vanilla ice cream?” Sloane asked.
A resounding “Me,” was followed by a fit of little kid giggles as the twins purposefully slipped and slid across the wooden floor. They didn’t wait for anyone else to grab their dessert, they just tore in like a couple of starved animals.
“Did you even taste that?” I pointed to Rogan’s empty bowl.
“Yup, and it was the bestest.”
“You’re a mess.” Sloane leaned over the counter, wiping crumbs from around his lips. “Both of you, go wash your faces and brush your teeth. I’ll be up in a second for book time.”
“It’s my turn to pick the story.” Rogan sprinted for the steps.
“No fair,” Reagan huffed, taking off after him.
What wasn’t fair was how long it took for our three guests to actually fall asleep.
Forty-seven, agonizing minutes to be exact.
Trust me, I counted. I had a promise to fulfill which involved my mouth on Waverly’s pussy; however, when I crawled into bed a little after ten, she had a different idea. One I was very much in favor of.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered.
Instead of lying next to me, she knelt between my spread thighs and wrapped her hand around my stiff cock, stroking it from root to tip.
“The feeling is mutual, baby.”
“Later. It’s my turn now.”
Whatever argument I was about to make disappeared with a groan when she leaned forward, swiping her tongue across the tip.
“Feck.”
“Feck, huh? Let’s see what I can do to change that.”
My arse lifted off the mattress as her wet, hot mouth slid midway down my shaft before retreating. Over and over, she worked my body with exquisite precision. It was the best kind of torture. My fingers slid through her silky locks, tightening around the ends to control her pace.
“Fuck, your mouth feels good, baby.”
I felt her smile around my cock, then she hollowed her cheeks, doubling her effort to suck the cum out of my balls. I’d say fuck all day, every day if that’s what she wanted, but I had something even better in mind.
“Spin around, Way. I need your pussy on my tongue.”
I lost her mouth briefly while she rotated around; her knees coming to rest on either side of my head.
Gripping her arse with both hands, I pulled her down until I tasted heaven.
Waverly moaned around my dick as my tongue slid through her folds, lapping up every drop of excitement it encountered.
The vibration nearly set me off, but it wasn’t until she rolled my balls in the palm of her hand that I decided playtime was over. She needed to come and so did I.
Pulling her clit between my lips, I sucked hard while sliding two fingers deep inside her core.
I thrust in and out, twisting my wrist until I found the exact spot which had her detonating.
Her pussy rippled and her body shook as a powerful orgasm tore through her.
The sight of her pleasure was all it took for my cock to jerk, sending ropes of my cum spilling down her throat.
“That was hot,” she said, collapsing forward, her upper body falling to the bed while her lower half remained draped over mine.
“Mmm,” I grunted in agreement.
Once it didn’t feel like my heart was going to beat out of my chest, I slid out from underneath her, reversing my position in the bed, curling around her from behind. We were a tangle of limbs. I figured there was no time like the present to let her in on a little secret I’d been keeping.
“I put in an offer on the house.” Dead silence. “They accepted earlier today.”
When she didn’t react, I thought either I’d spoken too quietly or she’d fallen asleep.
It wasn’t until she slowly rolled over so we were chest to chest that I released the breath I was holding.
We’d briefly discussed the option of purchasing the rental.
Nothing had been set in stone. Hell, she hadn’t even agreed to officially move in with me.
When I thought about the memories we’d made here already, it was a no-brainer. My lawyer drew up the contract, now…
“All it needs is our signatures.”
Ours. Never just mine.
“Finn,” she gasped.
I kept talking before she could find an excuse to say no, or worse, tell me to feck off.
“You told me you didn’t want to miss any of our time together, and I couldn’t agree with you more.
My day begins and ends with you, Waverly.
Our physical location is just a formality.
Can you honestly say after living here with me that you’d want to go back to the way it was before? Living separately?"
“No, I can’t.”
“Then it’s settled.”
“Not so fast, Mr. O’Lachlan.” She stroked a finger down my biceps. “I have a condition, and you might not like it.”
“Okay. Hold that thought.”
Rolling over, I flipped on the lamp next to the bed. Light flooded the room. I rolled back, propping my head on my hand
“Finn,” she whined, squinting her eyes. “Why’d you do that?”
“Formal negotiations can’t be held in the dark.”
“We’re naked. That’s not exactly formal.”
“Depends on who you ask.”
“You’re ridiculous and this is nonnegotiable.”
Leaning forward, I stole a kiss. “I’m a businessman, Agent Mitchell. Everything is negotiable.”
“I’m paying half the mortgage.”
“Done.”
“That easy?”
Avoiding eye contact, I focused on the far wall and mumbled, “Sure.”
She studied me long and hard; no doubt using her FBI training to look for signs of deceit.
But she wouldn’t find any because I wasn’t lying.
Her jaw moved back and forth, obviously irritated with my response as the wheels of her beautiful mind began to turn.
It was only a matter of time before she asked the right question.
“What’s the catch?”
“No catch.”
“Finn?”
“Waverly?”
“How much is the mortgage?”
The jig was up and so was my dick. Going back and forth with Waverly made me rock-hard and ready for round two.
I surged forward, smashing my mouth to hers.
Electricity sizzled through my veins as her tongue met mine, stroke for stroke.
From there, it was a flurry of movement; our bodies flipping and rotating until she was beneath me with her legs wrapped around my waist and my cocked was poised at her core.
With a snap of my hips, I slid balls deep with a victorious grin on my face.
“There is no mortgage.”