“Oh, God, I’m coming. Suck my clit.”
He latched on to her clit and gave it a hard suck as her * constricted around his finger, and she shook with the force of her climax. She cried out, her fingers digging into his hair as she held on.
He rose, lifted her leg over his hip, and drove into her while she was still climaxing. She screamed, and he kissed her, drinking in her cries as he pumped up into her still convulsing *.
God, she was tight, still coming as he took her into another climax. Her eyes flew open, and she dug her nails into his shoulders and bit his lip, moaning as she came.
Fuck. Fuck. It was so good feeling her squeeze his cock as she came again. He felt his own orgasm rushing toward him, and he held on to her ass, rocking against her as he burst inside her. He kissed her deeply, his tongue winding with hers, his groans mixing with hers as his climax hit him with a devastating force that nearly buckled him and left him sweating and panting.
He leaned his forehead against the cool tile wall of the shower. Elizabeth was limp against him as he withdrew and rinsed them both, then turned off the shower. He guided her out of the shower and dried her hair and body.
She was done for, her eyes no more than slits. He lifted her and carried her to bed, tucked her under the covers. He climbed in with her, pulled the covers up, and slid up behind her. She wiggled her butt against his crotch and mumbled a few contented words.
That’s exactly what he was.
Content. With Elizabeth.
And didn’t that have danger signals pinging in his head?
TWELVE
ELIZABETH NURSED A CUP OF COFFEE AND THE LARGEST glass of orange juice ever.
Whose brilliant idea had it been to have margaritas?
Hers, probably.
Ugh. This was a good time for a self-reminder on the evils of alcohol and why she very rarely overimbibed.
Weren’t girlfriends supposed to watch over you and prevent you from doing stupid shit like this? As she recalled, Shawnelle and Haley, her partners in crime, had gone along for the ride with her. At least she took comfort in the fact they were probably suffering just as badly as she was this morning.
She took out her phone to check for messages. There was a text from Gavin.
Early game today. Didn’t want to wake you. Don’t feel like you have to be there. Will understand if the mermaid is hung over. Have had your car brought back to you, too, in case you need it. Cul8tr. G
Mermaid? She frowned, trying to remember . . .
Oh. The dip in the ocean last night. She smiled, remembering how he’d indulged her idiotic idea to go skinny dipping. Bet his cock and balls hadn’t appreciated that chilly dip. Then again, she had no problem at all recalling their steamy shower sex, so obviously he hadn’t suffered any ill effects from the icy ocean swim.
She read over his text message again. And again. Then realized she was mooning over his message as if it were a love note. How very stupidly high-schoolish of her. Disgusted, she tossed her phone on the table and picked up her orange juice, taking several tentative sips.
Her stomach, though a little queasy, decided it would accept the orange juice, so she drank more, then picked up her coffee cup and took several caffeine-laden swallows.
She went into the kitchen and fixed a couple of eggs and some toast. After eating she felt immensely better, though she looked like hell. Going to bed with her hair wet and uncombed was a disaster. She took another shower, did her hair, and put on some makeup. She drank another cup of coffee and opened her laptop to do some work. She made a few calls and lost track of time.
Her phone rang while she was typing out a letter. It was Shawnelle.
“Hey, why aren’t you here?” Shawnelle asked.
“Where is here?”
“The game, dumb-ass.”
“Oh. I’m working today.”
“Bullshit. You’re hung over and making Haley and I suffer here in the heat by ourselves.”
“No, actually I feel fine. And I was doing some work and just lost track of time.”
“Well, your boy isn’t doing so well today. He needs his lucky charm. Get your ass out here.”
Elizabeth laughed. “I’m not his lucky charm. He can play just fine without me.”
“No, he can’t. It’s bottom of the fourth, and he’s oh for everything. Besides, I need sympathy. I feel like hell.”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll be there in a half hour.”
She dressed and headed out to the ball field, found Shawnelle and Haley hiding under floppy hats and dark sunglasses.
“Feeling good today?” she asked as she took the spot they made between them.
“You should know,” Haley grumbled. “This is all your fault.”
“Don’t blame me. I didn’t put that glass in your hand. Nor did I drink those three pitchers by myself.”
Shawnelle groaned and laid her head in her hands. “Don’t remind me.”