She quirked a smile. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing, you know.” She slipped down off the couch and nestled on her knees between his thighs. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Grant laid his palms flat on the sofa as Katrina unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Her mouth was on him in record time, and he was arching upward, sliding his cock between her sweet lips.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, leaning forward to grasp a handful of her hair. “Do you know how much I want to fuck your mouth?”
She gave it up to him, opening for him so he could slide against her tongue, giving him access to pump between her lips until he was ready to explode. But instead of coming in her mouth, he wanted to be buried deep inside her. He pulled her up onto the sofa and dragged her pants and underwear off, making her stand while he put his mouth on her sex.
She let out a soft moan while he explored her * with his lips and tongue until she was the one arching against his mouth.
And then, when she was shaking and he knew she was ready to come, he laid her on the sofa, and left only long enough to grab a condom. He put the condom on, spread her legs wide, and draped them over his arms. He slid inside her, leaning in to kiss her while he ground against her.
She whimpered against his lips and he thrust deeper, feeling her squeeze tight around his cock.
Neither of them were going to last long, and that suited him just fine. He wanted her, needed her, and had done nothing but think about this moment the entire day. So when she shattered, he pressed his body against hers, needing to feel her body quiver. She wrapped her legs around him and he dug in deep, thrusting over and over as he released. Now he was the one shuddering against her as he poured out everything he had.
He pressed his body against hers, feeling both their hearts beat fast against each other, then slow to normal rhythms again.
“I’m not sure I can move,” she finally said.
He fixed that by scooping her up and carrying her into the bedroom.
“Let’s try out this awesome shower,” she suggested.
They took a quick shower, dried off, then unpacked and crawled into bed.
Katrina laid her head on his shoulder and flung her leg over his hip.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“I feel perfect now that we’re in bed together.”
He couldn’t help but smile at that statement. He was content to listen to the sound of her breathing. Within minutes, she was asleep.
Katrina was right. Damned perfect. He closed his eyes.
TWENTY-SEVEN
THE BASEBALL GAME IN THE MORNING WAS PRETTY epic. True to what he stated, Tucker cleaned up the field with his brothers.
Then they all complained that of course Tucker would toss that nasty curveball at his brothers.
“What? You wanted me to throw easy pitches at you?”
“Well … yeah,” Flynn said, letting out multiple curses as he swung on three pitches and missed.
They all got tired of missing pitches, and finally, Barrett arrived, who, Katrina realized with a surprise, looked nothing like his twin brother, Tucker.
“Oh, they’re fraternal twins, not identical,” Lydia said. “I guess Grant didn’t mention that.”
“No, he didn’t.”
Barrett was tall and dark and oh so handsome, like Tucker. But he didn’t wear glasses, and he was a lot more muscular. And where Tucker’s eyes were green, Barrett’s were blue.
But Barrett had the same Cassidy sense of humor, standing on the sidelines during the baseball game and calling them all pussies.
“I’m happy to toss a few balls your way, Barrett.” Tucker stared down his twin brother.
“No. I’m good. Besides, I already know I can hit you, and I don’t wanna embarrass you in front of the ladies.”
That caused Mia to laugh so hard she started coughing.
“Enough of this,” Grant said after striking out—again. “How about some football, where we wipe the floor with our brother?”
“Now we’re talking,” Barrett said.
“You can all cool down and get drinks, then you can pick corn for me first,” Lydia said. “After that you can play football. Besides, I’m sure Leo and your father would like to get in on a football game.”
“Aww, man. You’re gonna make us play with Dad?” Grant asked. “He’ll get to play quarterback, which means I’m gonna have to run.”
“Wimp,” Barrett said. “I’ll run you down and intercept you.”
“Care to put some money on that?” Grant asked.
“I’ve got a hundred that says I take one away from you.”
“You’re on.”
“And so it begins,” Lydia said to her, heading toward the cornfields.
Katrina had to admit she was more excited about picking corn. They dove into the fields.
“Check the end of the corn husk with your hands as you go along,” Lydia told Katrina and Anya after she handed them baskets. “If it’s rounded or blunt, it’s ready to be picked. If it feels pointy, it’s not ready yet.”