Damn she’s amazing.
Getting Hottie hotter is my favorite thing in the world. I’ve blasted the doors off her comfort zone, and the reward is the panting, sexy woman in my arms. It’s beautiful to watch her throw away her inhibitions and relax against me, her body supple and willing.
She has no idea how much this means to me. I’ve spent the last year and change believing myself unfit to be anyone’s partner. And maybe it’s true. But by spending her day with me—and her night—Hailey lets me believe I’m not a lost cause, that my messy life is worth sharing, at least when I can manage it.
Now it’s my turn to show her how sexy she really is. Helping her feel that is the best thing ever.
My dick is as hard as the CN Tower statuettes we saw in the gift shop a few hours ago, but I let this moment linger, teasing her pussy with my fingers, kissing her neck. When I can’t take the anticipation anymore, I guide her to the side of the bed, but not onto it. Instead, I nudge her onto her knees on the rug beside the bed. I place each of her arms onto the mattress, palms down. “Don’t move,” I whisper.
She lays a cheek on the cotton comforter and takes a deep, steadying breath as I grab a condom out of the nightstand. I roll it on in a big fat hurry. But then I take an extra second to adjust the closet door a few inches, leaving it ajar, the mirror aimed at the place where Hailey leans over my bed.
When I sink down behind her, I run my hands over her silky back, cupping her ass cheeks. I nudge her knees further apart. “You ready for me?” I ask. But I know she is.
Hailey nods eagerly, eyeing me over her shoulder.
I lift her hips gently, tucking my cock beneath her body. When I rub the head against her slickness, she sucks in a breath. I position myself at her entrance, then pause.
Her body is tense with expectation. But I’m waiting for something important. She shifts a fraction of an inch, offering me her body.
I wait, throbbing with want.
Finally it happens. Her eyes flick over to the mirror. She’s trying to figure out why I’m not fucking her yet. But as soon as our eyes meet in the mirror I push inside.
Her chin lifts, her mouth falling open with desire. It’s fucking gorgeous. I take her tits in both hands and pinch the nipples. “Watch,” I growl. “See how beautiful you are?” In the mirror I see the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, her small body bouncing as I thrust. She’s tight and hot and I feel a wave of lust roll through me, until I have to close my eyes before things get out of hand.
She’s magnificent, and I do my best to make it last. I give it to her nice and steady while her heart beats wildly in my hands. Then I slip one hand down between her legs and finger our connection, which makes her whimper.
“Shhh,” I whisper, and her breathing becomes even hotter.
When I don’t think I can last much longer, I pull out and climb up on the bed, settling on my back. She follows eagerly, seating herself on my cock. I’ve made her forget her inhibitions entirely now. We’re face to face, her eager body riding me like a champion. “That’s it,” I urge. “Take what you need.”
Her big blue eyes are heavy with lust, the pupils blown. I pull her down onto my chest, taking her mouth in a rough kiss. With a moan, she strains against me, desperate to find her release. I suck on her tongue as she reaches the finish line, her body quaking over mine. My hips pump on their own volition and I’m spilling and moaning and holding her tightly.
“Shhh!” she chides when I give one last, loud grunt of satisfaction. Her small hand slips over my lips.
I kiss it, then nudge it aside with a clumsy hand. “S’okay,” I say, then suck down the oxygen that I need. “They sleep like the dead, Hottie.”
“Then why were we silent?”
“Because hot,” I mumble, my eyelids heavy.
“Seriously?” she says at a normal volume, and I just grin up at her with my eyes shut. “You’re so…”
“Sexy?” I offer.
She smacks my shoulder and then collapses onto it. “Yeah. Fine. You win.”
I squeeze her body to mine, just feeling lucky.
Seventeen
Crumbs
Hailey
Waking up in Matt’s bed is startling.
It’s not his naked body beside me that’s a surprise. I felt his heat all night long. Best thing ever.
The startling part is the light knock on the door. “Daddy! Time for waffles.”
“Grrmf,” he says into the pillow.
There’s a moment of silence before the knocking begins again. “I’ll make ’em if you don’t!”
That gets him moving. I get a quick kiss and an apology. “I’ll start the coffee. Take your time,” he insists. “Take whatever you want from the medicine cabinet.”
“’Kay,” I manage.
After he disappears, closing the door behind him, I get up and hurry into his bathroom. I decide he won’t mind if I borrow his fabulous walk-in shower, with three jets and a heated towel bar.
I shower and braid my hair so it doesn’t resemble a sex do. His medicine cabinet has a few of those airline toothbrushes, and I help myself.
When I’m nearly presentable, I put on my jeans. But my top is crumpled like a tissue on the floor. I should have hung it up last night. It looks ridiculous so I peek into his closet (the mirror causing me to blush) and borrow a flannel shirt.
And it smells like him. Gah! I’m such a goner.
“Nice shirt,” he says quietly when he hands me a cup of black coffee a few minutes later.
“Mine looked like hell.”
He smirks at me. “That looks better on you than it ever looked on me.” He kisses my neck surreptitiously, and it reminds me of last night, when we were…
“Hailey?” Libby asks me. “Can you braid my hair like yours? Daddy can’t do girl stuff.”
“Oh. Sure,” I say, stepping away from her daddy before I maul him. “Do you have a hair tie and a comb?”
She runs off to find them.
“You don’t have to do that,” he says, breaking an egg into a mixing bowl.
“I don’t mind at all. Easiest thing in the world.” I clear my throat. “They don’t seem to mind that I’m here.”
“Of course not,” he assures me.
When Libby comes back, I sit down on the couch with her on the floor in front of me. Rufus comes bounding over, his leash in his mouth. “Do you need me to take him out?” I ask Matt, who’s whisking waffle mix. There is nothing sexier than a shirtless man cooking. Yowza.
“I owe him a walk,” he says. “But it will wait until after breakfast.”
It takes me two tries to braid Libby’s hair because she can’t hold still. But I manage a decent braid in her silky hair. Then June asks, so I do hers, too. Then everyone eats waffles and sausage at Matt’s table.