Chapter 12
THE ONLY GOOD ONE LEFT
Mo
Mo’s eyes opened, and he saw dark.
Not unusual. That happened every night.
What was unusual was he had a little bundle of heat tucked tight to him.
Lottie.
He was in Lottie’s bed.
Not on the couch.
In the bed.
With her.
Mo stayed still and breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her shampoo, the feel of her in his arms, and just her.
He’d get up in a minute, hit his place, get some clothes, go to the gym, workout and be back to her before she got up.
But he’d give himself a minute, or a few, to feel having her like he’d wanted her for too long of a time.
Then he’d go so he wouldn’t disturb her.
This plan was ruined when Lottie stirred then made a move in his arms.
He had to shift some of his bulk, since he was semi-cocooning her, as she turned from back to him to front his way and shoved her face in his chest.
“You awake?” she mumbled.
“Yeah, baby.” He gathered her closer again. “Just go back to sleep.”
She didn’t go back to sleep.
She nuzzled his chest with her face and his cock took notice.
He was about to repeat she should go to sleep, but she tipped her head back and touched her tongue to the indent at the base of his collarbone.
His cock definitely took notice of that.
“Babe—”
“Shh,” she hushed, lifting her hands to his shoulders and pushing him to his back as her mouth moved on him and her body followed his.
“Lottie, you don’t have to—” he started, curling his fingers around her waist.
“Quiet,” she whispered, her lips trailing down to his nipple.
Before he could protest again, her mouth covered it and she drew in, light and sweet.
Mo shut up.
Lottie didn’t talk. Her mouth was busy. And she used it to take her time exploring his chest, his stomach, so by the time she got down between his legs, he was hard as a rock and aching.
She pulled the waistband of his shorts down so it cupped his balls, and he couldn’t bite back the groan.
He also couldn’t stop himself from coming up on his elbows to watch her through the shadows.
Mo felt the tip of her tongue trace the underside of his cock from root all the way to the rim of the head, where she stopped and tickled him there, back and forth.
Fucking fuck.
He opened his legs, this drawing the waistband tighter against his balls, and that was magnificent.
She fell through and positioned.
Her hand gripped him at the base, lifting him off his stomach as her tongue traced up to the head and then she took him deep, gliding a tight fist up the length she couldn’t swallow.
And that was spectacular.
Mo’s head fell back and another groan rolled up his throat and out his lips.
Sweet Lottie, he should have known she’d have a sweet mouth.
She blew him. She took her time. She did it right. And when she’d worked him up so much, he beaded for her, she dragged her tongue across the head to take in that pearl and then lifted up.
Christ.
She dropped to the side, her hip landing on his inner thigh, and she dragged her panties down her legs, doing this quick.
She repositioned straddling him, and honest to fuck, it took all Mo had to put his hands to her thighs instead of one to his cock and one to her ass to drive her down on him.
She then reached long to the nightstand, where he’d stashed his wallet when her sister and mother were there.
“Let me do it,” he said, his voice alien to him, coarse and thick.
“I got it, honey,” she whispered, tossing the wallet back to the nightstand.
And she did.
She took her time. She did it right. And by the time she got a goddamned condom on him, she had him so wound up, he nearly blew right into it.
But he held.
And he held through her positioning him so she could take him.
And he held when he caught on her sleek warmth.
And he held when she slowly settled in, taking him deep.
But he had no idea how he did that since she whipped off her nightie while she did it.
The silhouette of her sweet little body and perfect tits nearly undid him.
But it was Lottie who was in control of the unravelling.
She rode him, slow and tortuous, so much of both, he needed to beg her to go faster.
But he didn’t say a word.
She drew his hand from her thigh to between her legs and he thumbed her clit.
After that, she rode him faster.
Fuck yeah.
When she fell forward to plant her hands on his pecs to ride him tough, Mo shifted his other hand around to her ass, clamped hard, the tips of his fingers pressing into the sensitive skin at the crease, and she made a sexy noise he felt sear through his balls and started bouncing.
That’s what he needed.
Mo encouraged her by squeezing her ass, rolling her clit and bucking up inside her.
He heard her breaths come short but fast, blending with his coming rough and deep.
Suddenly, one of her hands went up to grip the side of his neck, the thumb on her other hand dragged hard across his nipple, his balls drew tight, and he clenched his teeth in an effort not to come.
“Mo,” she breathed, and shot back, arching deep and riding untamed, bouncing with abandon on his dick.
Thank…
Fuck .
He clamped both hands on her ass, forcing her rhythm faster and harder, and thrust up into her as his cock exploded, his balls emptied, so did his mind.
Everything that was him about his dick and his Lottie, and he was still coming when she collapsed on top of him, her body lax, her hips moving as he kept driving her down on his still shooting cock.
Eventually Mo settled.
Lottie was already spent.
They lay there, connected and silent, and caught their breath.
Finally, she turned her head and kissed the valley of his pecs.
Mo moved so he could wrap his arms around her. And there was so little of her, his arms so long, his fingers could grip his own flesh.
His sweet little Lottie.
“How you doin’?” he murmured, his voice still thick.
“Exceptional,” she replied, shifting to rest her cheek on him again.
“Sweet mouth,” he complimented.
“Thanks, babe,” she murmured, but he felt that cheek on him move with her smile.
“You didn’t kiss me either,” he noted.
He felt her body move with a quiet laugh before she said, “Yes, I did. Lots of tongue.”
There absolutely was lots of tongue.
Mo joined in her laughter before he pulled her off his softening dick and rolled her to her side.
He kissed the hair on top of her head and got out of the bed.
He adjusted his shorts and went to the bathroom, got rid of the rubber, grabbed one of Lottie’s thick, cream washcloths to wipe down his cock, rinsed the cloth out, washed his hands and went back to her.
Face to face, he pulled her close then yanked the covers back over them.
“Now go back to sleep,” he ordered.
She pressed closer and asked, “Is it nightmares?”
Fuck.
He didn’t want to get into this with her.
This was one of the things that drove them away.
“No.”
She didn’t utter a follow-up question.
But for some reason, his mouth moved.
“Conditioned myself to wake up before they happen.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
“I don’t go back to sleep ’cause…”
He didn’t finish.
She still said, “Yeah.”
She knew why.
If he went back to sleep, the nightmares would come.
She left it there.
Or she left that there.
“The other women?—?”
It didn’t take her long to deduce that.
“Not big fans of the nightmares or me getting up at two or three in the morning.”
Her frame got tight.
“Lottie, it’s okay,” he assured her.
“It really isn’t,” she replied.
“It is because I’m not with them, I’m with you.”
He heard her head move on the sheet and he looked down at the shadow of her face in the dark.
“This is true. It’s still not okay. Didn’t they talk to you about it?”
“Yeah. The rigmarole. Find a way to sort it out. VA. Pills. Groups.”
“And?”
“The VA is a clusterfuck. Pills slow me up and I cannot be slow and do my job. And I got a group.”
The pitch of her voice was higher with her surprise when she asked, “You’re in a group?”
“It consists of Axl, Mag, Auggie and Boone. Sometimes, shit goes down with one of us, or one of us sees the other’s got somethin’ up, we hit someone’s crib, have a few beers, talk it out.”
“Axl, I know. Mag, Auggie and Boone?”
“More of Hawk’s men, my boys.”
“Oh.”
“Mag’s my roommate.”
More surprise. “You have a roommate?”
“Tammy took off, he was looking for a place. Moved in.”
“Right.”
“Good guy,” he muttered.
“I’d hope you wouldn’t move an asshole in with you.”
Mo grinned at her.
“What kind of name is ‘Mag?’” she asked.
“Short for Magnusson, his last name.”
“Is his first name Kourtney?”
He started laughing again, and through it, said, “No. It’s Daniel.”
“Speaking of Daniel. Boone, last or first?”
Mo kept laughing. “First. Last name Sadler. And before you ask, Auggie is Augustus Hero. And I’ll confirm, his last name is actually Hero. He gets the most shit. He says it’s Greek and since most women treat him like he’s a god, I don’t figure he’s lying. Axl is Axl Pantera.”
“I was pretty sure Axl was a god,” she told him. “So if Auggie is a god, then I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Axl’s a cat.”
“As in tom?”
“Exactly.”
That made Lottie laugh.
He pulled her closer so he could feel it better.
Lottie cuddled in and fell silent.
When she said no more for a while, he again urged, “Now go back to sleep.”
“What are you gonna do?”
“Hold you for a while. Then I might get up and hit the gym. But I’ll come back, probably before you get up again.”
“Okay.”
He waited for more, but that was all she said.
He felt her body relax and he knew when she fell asleep.
It was then he decided he’d make sure it was deep, less chance to disturb her when she woke up.
And anyway, he was getting off on being right there, with her, after fucking, chatting and laughing.
So he was good where he was.
Mo woke again after a hand cracked his ass.
“Get up, sleepyhead. I’m making breakfast.”
He tracked Lottie with his eyes as she rounded the bed and stopped on the other side, staring down at him.