Eight Days a Week (17 page)

Her legs shook and then shifted, her knees parting as I slid my hands in between them and pushed them open wider.

My dick was hard, but this moment was about her, so I ignored the painful pleasure I was deriving from the anticipation. I scooted my knees forward and wrapped her legs around my waist, settling in between them and planting my hands on each side of her head. Her forehead creased in question, and I bit my tongue to keep from saying things I’d regret in the morning.

So I kissed her instead, breathing into her mouth as I parted her lips with my tongue and slid it inside, searching for hers, and exhaling loudly through my nose when they connected. Her hands slithered up my arms, and she dug her fingernails into my back, leaving a trail as she scratched down my spine. Her lips were soft and damp, her tongue warm against mine, and she whined when I bit down on her bottom lip and sucked on it before I pulled away.

I nipped at her jaw and then sucked on her neck and collarbones. She panted when I dipped lower and ran a wide circle around her breast with my tongue.

“I remember how much you like this,” I whispered.
 

Hovering over her nipple, I blew across it and watched the pink skin pucker before I took it between my lips and sucked hard while gripping the other and kneading it. She hummed and gasped, and her lower body rocked against me as she tried to relieve some of her tension.

She pressed her hips into mine and ground her clit against my cock. She was already so wet and getting wetter by the second. I unwrapped her legs and kissed my way across her stomach, then ran my lips along her inner thighs. She shook, and trembled, and gripped my hair. I grunted at the pain giving way to satisfaction.

I pushed her knees up toward her chest and looked up at her face. “Put your hands here,” I said, and she held her thighs firmly under her palms. I ran my fingers along hers and linked them together as I kissed the skin right above her clit. She jerked and her fingers flexed against mine, a small whimper rolling from her lips. I parted her with my tongue and played along the edge of her entrance before dipping into her, tasting her.

I gripped her hands and skimmed my teeth along the sensitive skin of her lips, relishing the feel of her pressing herself onto my face. I teased her with my tongue, flicking it out and lapping at her wet skin, alternating gentle and rough pressure on her clit. She cried out, releasing my hands and pulling on my hair again. I took my time, making her tremble and shake while she called my name over and over.
 

“Please . . . stop, please.” Gwen twisted her body toward the headboard, trying to escape the intensity.

I peered up at her. “Too much?”

She relaxed and pressed her palm to her face. “Never. I just want to know what else I’m missing out on.” She shimmied underneath me, her eyes ablaze with lust and her body tinged pink from pleasure. “I want to feel you inside me,” she said, then kissed me. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”
 

My whole body tensed. Her eyes were begging me to fill her. To make her whole. And I wanted it, too.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“Condom?” I asked.

“Pill.”

I nodded then stooped to nuzzle into her neck. I’d had to ask because I knew it was the right thing to do, even though her birth control pills had been on display for months on her bathroom counter.
 

And when she said she wanted to feel all of me, I didn’t say no.

“I want to hear you say my name when I make you come.”

“You’re forceful in the sack, huh?” she teased, but her eyes were filled with awe.

My inner kid got locked in the closet because he was too young to see what was about to happen.

I stared into her eyes and ran my finger across her lips. “I’ve had a long time to fantasize about this moment. I know what I want. Is that a bad thing? To want you?”

“It is definitely”—she exhaled and reached down to wrap her fingers around my shaft—“
not
a bad thing.” Her slick heat coated the tip, and I braced myself above her, steadying my legs as she moved against me, begging without words, her grip tightening as she inched the head closer to her entrance.

I unwrapped her fingers from me and moved both her hands above her head. Then I kissed her again, with open eyes so I could see her face when I entered her. With a shallow breath, I pushed into her a little farther. She was warm and inviting, enveloping me with her wetness and heat.

As I sank into her, she opened her eyes and stared into mine, her lips parting as her chest rose higher, straining against the new sensation. My movement slowed, and I focused on her face to try to hold off.

She shook her head and gripped my shoulders. “Don’t stop. All of you . . . I need all of you.”

I let out a breath. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. It’s just been a while. And you’re, you know, impressive.” Her eyes crinkled with a smile, and I felt the tension leave us as she relaxed and took me in deeper.

I groaned as I filled her, then planted a kiss on her lips as I began to move. My hips angled back, and I pulled out almost completely before sliding in against the amazing friction of her body. She gripped and kneaded my back as she flexed her hips in time with mine, her gasping sounds and soft moans spurring me on.

Her head rolled to the side, and she closed her eyes, her body tensing under my weight. She tightened her legs around my waist and turned back to face me with eyes open and mouth slack. “There,” she gasped when I passed over a spot that she liked. “There, again, please.”

I angled against her and slid the head of my cock against the spot once more, pressing my open mouth against her chest as she drew in ragged breaths. Her body jerked underneath me, and she gripped my hair to pull my face to hers and kiss me as she tensed and shook.
 

“Harder.”
 

I obliged, thrusting and hitting that spot once more.

She moved her hand between us, her eyes closing as she worked frantic circles above where I was moving in and out of her. It didn’t take long after that before her eyes flew open and she arched her back off the bed with a low, deep moan and cried out my name, covering her mouth to drown out the sound.

I kept my pace, deep and hard, over and over, my need making me lose all coherent thought as I worked toward my own release. She clung to me, moaning and whimpering while I latched my mouth onto her shoulder. A stifled cry bubbled up in her throat, and I gripped her hips, sitting back a bit on my knees to angle against her a few more times before my thrusts grew frantic and shallow.

The constriction in my stomach moved lower, and my balls tingled, warning me I was close. “Gwen.” My neck strained. “You’re gonna make me come.”

And then I was exploding, my body jerking and my brain stopping altogether as the world ground to a halt.

My breath expelled in spurts from the intensity of coming inside her, and I rested my face on her chest as I attempted to get my bearings. Her limbs were languid, her skin coated in moisture. I kissed my way up her chest and looked her in the eyes.

Her lip trembled and a single tear escaped down her temple.
 

My heart pounded, confused by her reaction. “Are you okay?”

She nodded and ran her hand across my cheek. “I’m okay.”

“If I did something wrong, I’m sorry.” I kissed her cheek and wrapped my arms around her, holding her to my chest.

Gwen cried into my hair, her attempt at suppressing her tears forgotten. “No, I’m sorry.”

I lifted my face to hers, and her eyes were soft and guarded.
 

“I’ve just never felt like that. Like someone wanted me.”

I smiled and leaned in to kiss her swollen lips. “I do want you.”

She shifted her lower half so I was no longer inside her. Then, curling up on her side, she shook under the weight of her own thoughts. “Please be real.”

I curved myself around her and anchored her to my chest. “I’m real, I promise.”

She nodded and sighed, her body relaxing against mine as she closed her eyes, and I ran my hand up and down the length of her arm as she fell asleep in mine.

Manny Log

Monday:

Tomorrow is the last day of school. I’m excited to have the kids at home all day. Want to work on getting Bree to be a “sister.”

Tuesday:

Watched two hours of
Octonauts
and
Little Einsteins
before I remembered the kids were at school.
 

Brady ran my ass around the yard all afternoon while Bree read on the porch. Good thing I’m in shape or I would have passed out after dinner.

Wednesday:

A thousand kids running around and trampling each other on the slides at Monkey Joe’s. Afraid for Brady’s safety and had to leave before I punched an eight-year-old in the face.

Looks like the neighborhood pool will be where we spend most of our time.

Note to self: Kids burn to a crisp and cry when left in the sun for a few hours. SPF is essential.

Oh, hello, horny housewives.
 

Thursday:

Brady suddenly has a lot of kids from the pool asking for play dates. Weird.

Bree and Jennifer are hanging out. She’s good for Bree, I think.

WTF? I am so tired I can’t see straight. Kids have no bedtime in the summer? Screw that shit. I’ll enforce it—if not for them, then for me. I want to pass out by eight now, which is uncool because the sun is still out. Can you give children melatonin? Or is Benadryl still the go-to?

Chapter 21

Come Together

I’d fallen asleep on the couch waiting for Gwen to get home. She woke me up with a kiss to my forehead, and I smiled.
 

“Thanks for waiting for me,” she whispered as my eyes focused. “I had to finish my project at work.”

I stretched and groaned. “I’ll head to bed, then.” I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair.
 

Her eyes were glued to my chest. “Want some company?” she asked.

I blinked and then chuckled. “Always.”

I cleaned up some dishes, and by the time I got downstairs she was waiting on the edge of my bed, fussing with the ends of her hair and bouncing her leg against the frame.

I yawned before crawling up under the comforter. “Come on, get in,” I said, and she couldn’t hide her grin as she crawled under it, too. I secured my arm across her waist and pulled her back to my chest, placing a quick kiss on her neck before I yawned again. “Good night, Gwen.”

She slipped her fingers between mine and relaxed into the pillow. Her heart slowed from its overexcited beat, and I smiled as she drifted off.

The morning sunlight illuminated the bedroom window, and Gwen rolled away to sit up at the edge of the mattress. I trailed my fingers across her side, and she giggled, turning to see me smiling from just above the covers.

“I have to go to the office for a couple of hours to get a few things in order.”

“When will you be back?”

She yawned and rubbed her eyes. “In time to take you out for your birthday surprise, brat.”

I grinned and flopped back onto the pillow. “Fine. Go. See if I care.”

“See if I give you your present later.” She slapped me with the pillow and chuckled. I dug my fingers into it and yanked, pulling her toward me.

My eyes roamed her face. “I don’t need presents.”

She looked down. “I know. It’s nothing big, trust me. I just wanted to do something for you since you do so much . . .” Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and I held my breath. “I should go.”
 

I nodded once, never looking away. Then she shimmied her way back off the mattress and gave a short wave. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Okay.” I closed my eyes and snuggled back into the blanket, trying to make her jealous of the comforter.

Sometimes I hated her job.