Then he was there, ramming so hard and deep, she cried out, he planted himself to the root and came.
The instant he could, he took away his weight but stayed rooted and covering her.
He gave it a minute before he lifted his head to look down at her. When he did, one of her arms went from around his shoulders so she could cup his cheek, her hand shifting, her thumb sliding over the scar at his eyebrow and down to the smaller one under his eye. She did this often too, ever since he’d whispered to her one night in the dark that his mother gave him that scar by throwing a glass at him when he was nine, a glass he’d left in the living room, something she didn’t like, a glass that broke on his face. A miracle it didn’t do worse damage, he’d told her. She didn’t agree. She saw no miracle at work in that scar and she touched it like she could make it go away then, when her thumb moved and it hadn’t disappeared, the specter of disappointment that she hadn’t succeeded in erasing the physical manifestation of this memory shadowed her face before she fought it back.
He watched that specter glide through and disappear.
Gives back a little of what she’s givin’ you.
She was on her back in their bed for him. No less uncomfortable that it was Julius a stairway away and not Ella, he told her he was done with bathroom sex and she objected no further. Though he promised her he’d asked Julius to make certain he closed his door, he couldn’t know if Julius had complied. She still gave it to him like he wanted it.
Gives back a little of what she’s givin’ you.
Fuck.
He should tell her about Pe?a, open that option to her, discuss their future and how he should play it. He knew it. Lying on top of her, still inside her, her hand still at his face, her eyes sweet on him through the moonlight, he knew it.
But he wasn’t going to.
Instead, he whispered, “You took my cock hard, baby, I hurt you?”
Her lips tipped up at the ends and she shook her head.
Yeah, she got off on it.
He grinned at her.
“Missed our bed,” she whispered back.
He knew that, she’d been creative, creative enough he knew she was storing that shit up, it had built so high, she couldn’t contain it and unleashed it all at once. That was why he gave it to her so hard, because she spent some time and effort working him up.
“Yeah,” he replied.
Her hand left his face so her arm could circle his shoulders and both arms gave him a squeeze.
“I like Julius,” she murmured.
“Good,” he murmured back.
Her eyes went soft and they did that often but not that way. That was new. And it settled in the way he’d felt earlier. It was weighty but not heavy. Warm. Welcome. Deep.
“What’s on your mind, mama?”
“That I like it when you call me ‘mama’,” she lied instantly.
He shook his head.
“Just called you that, Lex, so that wasn’t on your mind,” he replied softly.
She sucked in breath. Then, always putting herself out there for him, even at the beginning, she didn’t do anything different now and said, “Lived under a shadow one way or another all my life. Now it’s bright. Even at night. Not used to it and sometimes it hits me. That’s what was on my mind.”
There it was again. That thing settling, welcome, warm and deep.
He bent his head and touched his forehead to hers briefly before lifting it up and pulling out.
“Get cleaned up, baby,” he muttered and rolled off her.
She rolled with him, shoved her face in his neck a moment, kissing him there then scooted off the bed.
He got in it.
She did her business in the bathroom, came out and joined him. They’d fucked without the lights on for once but the moonlight still shone through the windows. Still he didn’t see that she got in bed without tagging her panties and tugging them on, he heard it.
That meant Walker was grinning at the ceiling as she slid across the bed and curled around him.
His wildcat was far from done.
Moments passed and he waited for it.
She gave it to him.
“Honey?” she called.
“Yeah.”
Her arm around his gut gave him a squeeze. “You tired?”
“Mama, just fucked you hard.”
Her body slumped into his side and she whispered, “Oh.”
He grinned at the ceiling again.
Then he said, “Doesn’t take a lotta energy to eat you, though.”
She shifted restlessly against him.
She liked that. Wanted it. Fucking wildcat.
Walker turned into her and found her mouth in the dark. It wasn’t hard to find, she’d tipped her head back to offer it to him.
He didn’t kiss her, he spoke. “On your back, Lexie, and spread for me.”
“Okay,” she whispered against his lips.
Then she got to her back and spread for him.
Then Walker ate his wife and then he fucked her again.