“Love that,” I panted.
“Me too, honey.”
“Love it, Hop,” I gasped, suddenly close and it was going to be mammoth.
“Hold on, lady.”
I held on harder than I already was holding, and he moved a hand from my ass to the back of my head half a second before I came, my head shooting back, slamming his hand into the wall.
“Look at me,” he ordered roughly.
I trembled in his arms, holding tight, unable to do anything but feel the beauty of the high.
His hand fisted in my hair. “Lanie, fuckin’ look at me.”
With effort, I struggled through the haze, dipped my chin and looked at him.
He kept pounding, stopped, ground in, and I whimpered.
“All soft, every inch. Got my dick buried in beauty,” he grunted.
I loved that too.
A lot.
I put my lips to his. “Keep fucking me, honey.”
He began thrusting again, harder, faster, pounding me into the wall.
“Yes, beauty,” I breathed. His hand twisted in my hair, crushed my mouth down on his, and he groaned his orgasm down my throat.
I took it in. Happily.
Coming down from his climax, he started kissing me then broke the kiss to slide his lips and mustache down my cheek to my neck where his mouth stopped to work.
I pressed my lips to his neck, took a taste then moved them to his ear.
Closing my eyes tight, smelling him, feeling him holding me, filling me, I knew it was time.
He’d given so much, I could no longer stop myself from giving back.
“I’m thinking I like my shield,” I whispered and his body went solid in my limbs.
But I wasn’t done.
“Thank you, Hopper Kincaid. Suitcases. Sandwiches. Chinese. God’s country. Sweet kids. I didn’t go to sleep last night buried under emotional exhaustion. I went to sleep looking forward to seeing you. That’s a miracle, honey, and you have to know I appreciate you making that miracle happen for me.”
He didn’t move, didn’t speak; his mouth stayed at my neck but it didn’t glide, taste, lick. His cock stayed planted but his hips didn’t so much as twitch.
I didn’t know what to do with that. I thought he’d like what I said and his inactivity didn’t say he didn’t but it also didn’t say he did.
I shifted my head, trying to pull back but his hand pressed forward, keeping me where I was.
“Hop?” I called uncertainly.
“I’m in there,” he murmured into my neck.
Yes. Oh yes.
He was in there.
I sighed, moved so my nose tweaked his earlobe and gave him more.
“Uh… yeah. Presently in more ways than one.”
His head went back, he let mine up and he caught my eyes.
I caught my breath at what I saw in his.
“Then don’t thank me, lady. You give me that, it was all worth it.” My teeth came out to graze my lip, his eyes dropped to them and stayed there as he ordered. “Kiss me hard while I’m still inside you then we gotta get back to the kids.”
“Okay, honey,” I agreed, pressed my lips to his, kissed him hard as he pushed me into the wall and ground his hips into mine, which made me give a soft whimper against his tongue before he ended the kiss, eased me back, eased out of me, and eased me to my feet.
I held on as my trembling legs recovered.
So did Hop.
“Steady?” he asked. My eyes caught his and I nodded.
I was.
Steady.
Maybe.
Finally.
I pulled in breath. He bent in to kiss my temple then he slowly let me go.
I went to my panties and jeans.
Hop went to the toilet.
I was leaning against the wall and, with no small amount of difficulty, tugging my jeans over my boots when Hop crouched at my feet, his hands out to help me.
My jeans successfully pulled over my boots, I straightened. He did too and slid an arm loose around my waist as I tugged them up, zipped, buttoned, and belted them.
“Um… not big on putting these back on after they’ve been on the floor of a public bathroom,” I murmured, giving my panties in my fingers a little twirl. “And I don’t have a purse.”
Hop’s eyes got dark but he said not a word, grabbed my panties and shoved them in his front pocket.
Knowing my panties were in Hop’s jeans pocket, my thighs quivered.
“Just so you know,” I started, feeling suddenly nervous, “I’ve never had public handicapped bathroom sex before.”
“Just so you know,” Hop returned, grinning, “I haven’t either.”
“Uh… okay,” I muttered, finding it difficult to hold his smiling eyes and wanting to look at his shoulder. Instead, I lifted my hands to rest them there.
“Stall sex with a skank, yeah,” he went on and my head jerked. “Twice,” he continued and I felt my lips part. “Though, a private handicapped restroom is definitely the way to go with a lady. I’d never do you in a stall.”