“Yes!” she gasped as she squeezed him more.
His hand came cracking against her ass, the sound filling the room along with their sounds of amazing sex. His groans ran up her spines and when he slammed into her once last time, letting out a sound of pure satisfaction, she closed her eyes tight from the pain of his pulling the shit out of her hair. Her ass was aching, her scalp burned, her * pulsed, and her body felt so fucking amazing that nothing could bring her down. He pulled out of her, dusting kisses along her red ass, trailing them up her back before turning her face to the side to kiss her long and thoroughly.
“I think my work here is done. Breakfast and multiple orgasms… you won’t get that at your favorite diner.”
“Sure the hell won’t,” she giggled as she rolled over, putting her hands in the air as she took in deep breaths. “I don’t ever want to move.”
He bit into his lip, his eyes roaming her body as he went back to getting dressed. “Me neither. Fuck, you’re hot. Reese. Cover yourself so I can leave.”
She laughed as she did it, but then he yelled out. “I was kidding! Jeez.” He came over to the bed, pulling the blankets away before framing her face with his hands and kissing her so deeply that her throat was thick with unwanted emotion. Stealing a few more kisses, he whispered, “Don’t ever hide this gorgeous, alluring body from me. I crave it. Like my favorite candy, which by the way is Reese Pieces.”
She laughed out loud before shaking her head. “Liar!”
“No really. Ever since I got your pieces in my mouth, it’s the only candy I ever want.”
“You’re so dirty! My niece calls me that, and now I’m gonna think of you every time she says it!”
A devilish grin came over his mouth. “Good.”
It had been hours since Phillip left, and Reese’s body was still humming with aftershocks from him. Jesus, that man curled her toes. Shaking out her limbs, she stretched and loved how relaxed she was. It had been the perfect morning. Breakfast was wonderful and the sex was burning hot. As she set herself up for a turn, she paused and her smile fell. She was going to miss Phillip while he was gone. Three long weeks without him? Without his kisses, his smiles, and most of all, his dick? That was so wrong to do to someone. He said he craved her. Well, she craved him right freaking back.
But she couldn’t think of that. No, not only was it pointless because it wasn’t going to make him stay, but she was getting too close and it was good that he was leaving. This would put some distance between them and halt her roaming feelings. Bastard ass feelings. What were they thinking?
Rolling her eyes, she went to the radio as the door opened and Claire strolled in with her bag on her shoulder.
“Hey,” she called out with a grin on her face.
“Hey, where’s Brian?”
Claire shrugged her shoulder. “I don’t know, I thought he would have beaten me here. Phillip was hell getting out of bed.”
A smile tugged at her mouth. She had nothing to do with that at all.
“He’s so tired; he’s asleep in the car. Weirdo,” she said with a laugh before dropping down to stretch.
Reese smiled. “Since he’s here, you should show him your solo. You said you wanted to a while back, but haven’t done it yet. Does he not want to see it?”
Claire looked away. She looked so pretty today. She wore a large Assassins’ purple sweatshirt that she had cropped and cut off the arms with tight, black shorts over a pair of purple tights. Her hair was in a high ponytail with a braid wrapped around the base. She was wearing makeup, more than likely wanting to impress Brian, which she would—she was gorgeous.
“He does, but I don’t know,” she said, letting out a breath. “I’m afraid he won’t think I’m good and then he’ll think he is wasting his money and pull me.”