Chapter 10
Ten
Blayne
I wake up to sunlight streaming through my bedroom windows and the scent of something floral on my pillow. It takes me exactly two seconds to remember why there’s a warm, soft, naked woman curled up against my side, and when I do, I can’t help but grin huge. Like a complete fool.
Regina Mason is in my bed. Actually in my bed, not just in my fantasies.
She’s still asleep, her dark curls spread across my chest, one hand resting over my heart. She looks younger like this, peaceful in a way I haven’t seen in years. The worry lines around her eyes are gone, and there’s a faintest smile on her lips.
I should probably feel guilty about this.
About taking advantage of her vulnerability, about complicating her life when she’s trying to start over.
Instead, all I feel is pure fucking bliss.
And horny as hell, because apparently my dick doesn’t care that we just had the best sex of my life a few hours ago.
“Good morning,” she murmurs against my chest, and I realize she’s been awake longer than I thought.
“Morning, sweetheart. You sleep okay?”
“Mmm.” She stretches like a cat, and the movement does interesting things to her naked body that make my morning wood situation significantly worse. Or better… “Better than I have in months.”
“Good.”
She props herself up on an elbow to look at me, all soft, sleepy face, perfect tits, and curves that are already making my mouth water again. Her eyebrows rise playfully. “Soooo, that happened…”
I chuckle. “It did.”
She pushes my chest playfully before running the tips of her fingers through the hair there. “Any regrets?”
I shake my head, letting my fingers linger on her cheek. “You?”
She grins wide. “Nope. Not a single one.”
I pull her even closer into my body. “Then neither do I.”
Reggie smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that could power a small city. Then she looks around the room. “What time is it?”
I glance at the clock on my nightstand. “Eight-thirty.”
“The kids won’t be home until noon.” She trails her finger down my chest, peering at me through her long lashes, and I have to bite back a groan. “What will we do with all that time?”
I push my erection against the apex of her legs. “I can think of a few things.”
She moans, and I flip her on her back and settle between her thighs, enjoying the view of her fully naked body in the soft morning light.
I hover over my girl, drinking in the sight of her under me, her dark curls fanned out on the pillow, her skin glowing in the sunlight.
Her eyes, heavy-lidded with desire, lock on mine, and the air between us crackles with heat.
My hands find her full hips, my thick fingers digging into her soft curves as I lean down to kiss her.
It’s slow at first, a lazy exploration of her lips, tasting.
She sighs into my mouth, her hands sliding up my back, nails grazing my skin just enough to send a shiver down my spine.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I murmur against her lips, and she laughs, low and throaty, the sound vibrating through me.
“Hope not,” she whispers, her voice teasing. “I’m just getting started.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I groan as my erection presses against her warmth.
I can feel how ready she is, the slick heat of her making it damn near impossible to think straight.
I kiss my way down her jaw, her neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just below her ear that makes her gasp.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me on as I move lower, my lips brushing over the swell of her breasts.
I take one nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue, and she arches under me, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I rumble, my voice rough as I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention. Her hips shift, grinding against me, and I can’t help but thrust back, the friction driving us both a little wild.
“Stop teasing,” she breathes, her hands tugging at my shoulders, trying to pull me back up. “I need you. Now.”
I grin, loving how direct she is, how unashamed. “Patience, sweetheart.”
But I’m not patient either. I slide a hand between her thighs, finding her wet and ready, and the sound she makes when I brush my fingers over her clit is enough to make my cock throb.
I circle slowly, watching her face: her beautiful eyes fluttering shut, her kiss-swollen lips parting, her breath hitching.
She’s fucking gorgeous like this, completely undone, and I’m torn between wanting to draw this out and needing to be inside her.
“Fuck, Reggie,” I mutter, slipping one big finger inside her, then two, stretching her, curling them just right.
Her hips buck, and she grips my wrist, guiding me, showing me exactly what she wants.
I follow her lead, pumping my fingers slowly, my thumb still circling her clit, and her moans grow louder, more desperate.
“Please,” she gasps, her eyes flying open to meet mine. “I want you inside me.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I pull my hand, ignoring her soft whimper of protest, and position myself at her opening.
I tease her for just a second, sliding against her plump pussy lips, before pushing in slowly, inch by inch, savoring the way she stretches around me.
She’s tight, hot, and perfect, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it right then and there.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby,” I groan, pausing when I’m fully seated, giving her a moment to adjust. Her legs tighten around me, urging me to move, and I start a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust drawing a little moan from her lips.
Her hands roam my back, my shoulders, my ass, pulling me deeper, and I pick up my pace, fucking loving the way she’s meeting me thrust for thrust.
“Harder,” she whispers, her voice raw, and I’m done holding back.
I grip her hips, angling her just right, and drive into her with more force, the bed creaking under us.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I love the sting of it, the way it pulls me in this moment.
Her breaths come faster, her moans turning into cries, and I can tell she’s close.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl, leaning to kiss her, swallowing her gasps as I push deeper, hitting a spot that makes her tremble.
My hand slips between us, finding her clit again, rubbing in time with my thrusts, and that’s all it takes.
She arches off the bed, her body tightening around me as she cries out, her orgasm hitting hard.
Watching her come, feeling her pulsing around me, smelling our combined juices, hearing the sounds of our skins slapping…
all of it pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, roaring her name as I fill her perfect cunt with my jizz, my vision going white for a split second.
Then we collapse together, breathless, tangled in each other’s arms. Her chest rising and falling against mine. I press a lazy kiss to her forehead, both of us still on cloud nine. Reggie turns her head, her lips brushing my jaw, and murmurs, “Well, that’s one way to start the morning.”
I laugh, pulling her closer, already thinking about round two. “Give me ten minutes, and I’ll show you another.”
* * *
An hour later, we’re in my kitchen, and I’m trying to remember the last time I cooked breakfast for anyone other than myself.
Reggie’s wearing one of my t-shirts, which hits her mid-thigh and makes this perfect moment feel like every fantasy I’ve ever had of us.
Her hair’s a mess, her lips are swollen, and she’s never looked more beautiful.
“You know, when you said you could cook, I was expecting scrambled eggs and toast,” she says, watching me flip pancakes on the griddle. “This is actually impressive.”
“Don’t sound so surprised. I’m a man of many talents.”
“I noticed,” she says with a grin that makes me want to abandon breakfast and take her back to bed.
“Careful, or the pancakes are gonna burn.”
“Oh, we can’t have that. I’m starving.”
“Bet you are.” I smirk, sending her a look over my shoulder.
She laughs in that loud, free way I’m already addicted to.
I plate a couple of pancakes and set them in front of her, along with coffee. My girl takes a bite and moans in a way that goes straight to my dick.
“Jesus, these are good. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
“In the army, mostly.”
“Wow, I’m impressed.” She takes another bite. “This whole domestic thing is very sexy on you, Mr. Madison.”
“Yeah?” I come closer, crowding her space.
“Mmhhh.”
I bury my nose in the crook of her neck and inhale deeply, loving the scent of our mixed smells on her soft skin.
“You keep talking like that, and we’re never gonna finish breakfast.”
“I’m just stating facts.” She moans on a pass of my tongue. “You’re good with your hands.”
I’m in deep exploration of her perfect body, hands full of big, round, soft tits, teeth grazing her shoulder, her head thrown back, when my phone buzzes on the counter. I ignore it, but it goes again.
“You should get that,” she whimpers as I like the spot I just nibbled at.
I check the message; it’s from one of my guys, asking about tomorrow’s schedule.
“Work?” Reggie asks, still short-breathed.
“Yeah.”
She clears her throat, straightening. “I should probably head home soon. Get cleaned up before the kids get back.”
The thought of her leaving makes my chest tight. “Baby, you don’t have to rush off,” I cajole, pressing more kisses on her skin.
“I know. But I don’t want them to see me doing the walk of shame.”
“It’s not a walk of shame,” I reply with a frown.
She laughs, turning on her stool to hook her hands around my neck. “I’m one hundred percent not ashamed of what we did, cowboy.”
“Good, because I plan on doing it again. Soon,” I say before stealing a kiss.
“How soon?” She moans against my lips, running her nails through my hair.
“How soon can you arrange another sleepover for the kids?” I murmur into her mouth.
Reggie laughs, pushing me away to turn back to her plate. “I’ll see what I can do.”
We finish breakfast with her hand on my arm when she laughs, my fingers brushing hers when I refill her coffee. It’s comfortable. Warm. Right. Fucking perfect.
When she goes to get dressed, I watch her walk away in my t-shirt, all long, shapely legs, bouncing ass and tits, crazy hair, and bright smile, and I have to remind myself that this is supposed to be casual.
No strings attached. Just sex between two consenting adults.
Except it doesn’t feel casual. It feels like the start of something bigger, something that could change everything.
The something I’ve been waiting for my whole life…
Twenty minutes later, she’s dressed and ready to go, and I’m walking her out to her car. The morning air is crisp, and I grab my hat from the hook by the door on impulse.
“So hot,” she says, eyeing the hat as I set it on my head.
I chuckle, shaking my head.
When we get to the car, I step close, backing her up against her door.
“You think this is hot? Wait till you see me ride, rope, brand cattle…. or line dance.” I say each one with a nip of her juicy lips.
I kiss her, and she melts against me like she did last night. When we break apart, we’re both breathing hard.
“I should go,” she repeats, but she doesn’t move away.
“Yeah, you should.”
I open her car door for her, and as she slides into the driver’s seat, I can’t resist. I give her ass a slap and wink at her surprised face.
She giggles, and the sound makes my chest warm. It’s so natural, so happy.
“See you soon, friend.”
I watch my princess drive away, a stupid grin on my face. Just sex, my ass.
I watch her car disappear down my driveway; I know this shit between us is already way more complicated than either of us planned.
And I can’t bring myself to care.