Chapter Ten
Emily
I never knew what a sex high was until Chris.
I’d also never used any of the sex-niques I learned from watching porn either.
Cassie was in a fit of giggles. “I can’t believe it, you little minx! That is freaking awesome!”
“Hey, you’re the one who took me to that sex shop,” I defended.
She high-fived me. “Kudos to you, my friend. I gotta rewatch some of mine and freshen my memory.”
Now we were both laughing. “It did pay off. In spades, I might add.”
“Clearly.” She rubbed her hands together. “Now take me through it all again, point by point. Don’t leave anything out.”
An hour later, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. As I drove to my client’s house, I did exactly what Cassie said she was going to do. I thought about the things I’d seen and how I might incorporate them in the bedroom.
My private lessons flew by, and before long, I was heading back home to the boys. I skidded to a stop when I saw a strawberry stand. Inspired, I hopped out and bought a flat of ripe, juicy red berries to make shortcakes for dessert.
I giggled uncontrollably after leaving the market. Whipped cream and ice cream were on the menu tonight. They’d also be on Chris if I had anything to say about it. The apex between my thighs quivered with anticipated delight as I imagined the things we could do with strawberries, whipped cream, and ice cream.
Rufus huddled in the corner, looking at me through hooded eyes. My shortcakes were cooling on the rack behind me.
“It’s okay, buddy. It was an accident.” I held an ice pack to my eye as I moved to the couch to sit. Moose hopped onto the couch next to me. “Come here.” I looked back at my miserable dog and patted my leg.
Rufus rose and walked like he was walking the line. “Come here, Rufus,” I crooned. As soon as he was within reach, I patted his head. When he came close enough, I circled my arm around him and cuddled his head. When I heard the thumping of his tail, I smiled. “You’re a good boy, baby,” I said.
Twenty minutes ago, we were all playing. Out of nowhere, Rufus and my heads collided. We were playing tug-of-war with his favorite rope. “Accidents happen, Rufus.”
I sighed and settled back into the couch. When Rufus sank to the floor, I rubbed him with my feet. He let loose a happy groan, and I knew all was right once again.
My dogs knew Chris and Luke had arrived before I did. Wincing, I sat up. I knew I had fallen asleep because my ice pack was thawed.
When I opened the door, Chris was holding pizza from my favorite spot. “I got—” His eyes went wide. “Holy shit! What happened to your eye?”
“I’m fine, really,” I said. “Rufus and I got into a little fender-bender,” I joked.
He threw the box onto the counter and framed my face in his hands. “Poor baby. What can I do?”
“I just need another ice pack.”
He moved like lightning, taking my old one out of my hands and rushing to the freezer to switch it out. “I’m just thankful Luke wasn’t here because I’d be blaming him right now. He always seems to be the culprit when anything bad happens.”
I winced again when I laughed. “He’s a good boy, aren’t you?” I said, rubbing his ears.
“Today he was. Thankfully, those chairs are keeping him locked in the laundry room. But I’m not sure I can keep him barricaded for long.”
“That’s because he’s smart too.” I pulled out some treats and went through the ritual of commands. We were working on Speak . It was taking Luke a little longer than usual.
Chris shook his head after I’d handed over treat number three. “He knows he can milk you for more treats if he pretends not to know the drill. You’re such a sucker.” His lips were warm against my neck, and shivers chased their way up my spine.
“You don’t think I know what he’s doing?” I teased. “Told you he was smart.”
My heart raced when Chris’s strong arms wrapped around me.
“I made strawberry shortcakes for dessert,” I said.
“Yum. Did you get whipped cream?” His tone implied he had the same idea I did.
“And ice cream. I thought we could eat them in bed.” Just the thought made my body quiver with need.
“First, pizza. Then your dessert.” He pressed his mouth to my neck. “And then my dessert,” he whispered against my ear.
I turned in his arms and drank him down, his little innuendos rousing the need to have him now.
“I can’t wait.” I sprang out of his hold and called the dogs. “Go play,” I said, opening the door for them. I watched for a moment, then leaped back into Chris’s arms.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” he asked when I started undressing him.
“Nope. I need you now.”
The corners of his mouth turned up. “What kind of man would I be to deny you?”
I gasped when he yanked me to him. His mouth crashed to mine, tongues and teeth colliding in a maddening kiss. We sank to the floor, ripping the rest of our clothes away.
Before long, Chris had me crying out, thrusting into me with wicked circular motions of his hips. We were both sweating, with no space between us, as our bodies slapped and slid together.
“Yes, Chris. Oh, god . . . I’m so close.” I dragged my nails down his back, clutching and clawing like a mad woman until my orgasm blasted through me.
“Oh, Emily,” he grunted, shutting his eyes as he exploded deep inside.
Still linked, he opened his eyes and looked at me. “You are so damn beautiful, baby.”
I snorted a laugh and kissed him, imagining my face a sweaty mess like his.
But still, he was right. This—us—was beautiful.
An hour later, we were sitting in bed with ice packs pressed to our faces.
“I can’t believe that fucker headbutted me,” Chris said beside me. “Who knew a dog’s head was that hard.”
“Um,” I said, lifting my hand.
After we ate our pizza, we’d gone out back and tossed balls with the boys. Chris had his head turned to me with the ball clutched in his hand. He was mid-story, telling me about the guy he hired to build the dog run at his house when Luke charged forward in an Olympic kind of sprint. I didn’t have time to warn him. He turned to throw the ball when Luke slammed right into him.
Chris chuckled, then groaned. “Aren’t we a pair?”
It wasn’t funny at the time, but now that we were settled down, we could kind of laugh about it.
“Hopefully, you won’t get a black eye.”
He turned to me. “Let me take a look again,” he said.
I dropped my hand, and he cupped my face. “How is it?”
“It’s not too bad.” He brushed his thumb across my cheek.
“Nothing a little cover-up won’t fix.” I pulled his hand away to look at his forehead. “You probably won’t need make-up. But you have a gnarly knot. Keep icing it.”
We settled back onto the pillows as our dogs snored peacefully on the floor.
“I had plans for that whipped cream,” I said a minute later.
“That sounds interesting.”
“It might have been fun.”
“ Might ?”
“Seeing as we’re both injured, we should probably?—”
“Oh, no. Uh-uh.” Chris hopped off the bed and came around to my side. “You have piqued my interest now, baby.”
I placed my hand in his.
After working together to make the strawberry shortcakes, we headed back to the bedroom, grinning like fools. Chris took our plates and set them on the nightstand.
“Strip,” he said, holding the bottle of whipped cream in his hand. “Now me,” he said when I was buck naked. I happily pulled his boxer briefs down.
“Who’s gonna go first?” I asked. I was already wet. Chris was already hard.
“Oh, me, for sure,” he said, popping the top before squirting my chest.
As his teeth and tongue licked and sucked my nipples, I reached down and palmed him.
“I don’t know which tastes better,” he said as we fell onto the bed.
He squirted another dollop of cream onto my stomach and licked it away. When he rolled his fingers and tongue over my pussy, I growled and moaned. “Oh, Chris,” I said, “you feel so good. Don’t stop.”
“Hey, Em?” He lifted his head for a fraction of a second. “Just so you know . . . you taste better than anything in the world.”
Ecstatic bliss seeped into every pore as he feasted on my flesh.
Chris had all the right moves.
He knew how to touch and tease me, so I saw stars and fireworks when I came.
What he didn’t know was how much he’d worked himself into my heart.