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She grunts her reply, the hand at her pussy still working, the one on my ass gripping tightly. Ronnie sucks harder. As my cum shoots into her mouth, she swallows every bit of it.

She makes little noises in her throat until a shudder runs through her. Finally, her hand flexes on my ass and she lets go. She pulls away from my cock, the suction making a pop as it leaves her mouth.

She looks up at me, her big doe eyes close, and she flushes, her flawless skin tinges a tad darker. Fucking gorgeous.

I tip up her chin. She opens her eyes but won’t look at me.

“Hey,” I say.

She jumps to her feet and snatches up clothes, shoving mine into my chest. She pulls on her pants and gets her shirt backward and inside out.

I slide my jeans on and tuck my junk in, but I don’t zip or button. Not yet. I still want a taste of those peaches.

“Okay, then. You be safe driving home. Merry Christmas and all that.” She takes off into the kitchen.

I stride after her, bare feet slapping the cold tile. “What are you doing?”

She pinches her bottom lip and refuses to look at me.

I back her against the counter. “Ronnie, what’s the problem?”

Her gaze flits from one corner to the next, her cheeks flooding with even more pink tint. “I imagine Shay will be home any time. We’re lucky she didn’t walk in while we were—”

I place my finger over those luscious lips. “Shush. After the other night, when you sat at the table letting me almost bring you to orgasm with her two feet from you? I don’t buy that shit. Shay coming in isn’t your problem right now. What’s really going on?”

She tries to turn her head, but I take her chin in hand, gently, but with enough force to keep her from dodging me again. “Peaches, tell me.”

Ronnie looks up from under thick lashes and licks her lips, sending a shaft of desire through me.

“I just—I’m a little embarrassed about what I did.” She chews that lip, making me want to taste it again.

“What you did? You mean that amazing thing you did with your mouth on my cock? That?”

She gives me a one-shoulder shrug, her eyes darting away again.

I lean down and kiss her, slow and long, letting my tongue explore her sweet mouth. I get hard again thinking about why she tastes of me.

I nip her bottom lip. “Why would you be embarrassed about that? If anything, you should be proud of that shit. That was hands down the best head I’ve ever had. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

Her eyes come back to mine, a small smile playing at her lips. “Really?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“I do like to suck cock. Kind of a lot.”

Fuck yes. The woman of my dreams. That is, if I was ever going to have one, she’d like to suck dick. That’s the perfect complement to my appetites.

I kiss her hard on the mouth. “Perfection, Ronnie. Per-fection.”

Her hands flutter at my waist. “What about the other part?”

I take her hand from where it rests and stick her finger in my mouth, sucking it as I slowly pull it out. I do the same with the one next to it, and then her thumb. She stares at my mouth with huge eyes.

“There are very few things hotter for a guy than a woman touching herself.” Unless it’s a woman touching another woman, but that’s something I probably shouldn’t bring up right now.

She gnaws on that bottom lip a bit more, and then she pulls out of my arms to duck around me. “Okay. If you say so.”

I follow her into the living room, plowing into her from behind. I grab her around the waist, sliding my hand inside her pajama pants and rubbing my raging erection against her ass. “Now. Where were we?”

The front door opens and crashes closed—it may as well have slammed on my dick.

Fuck.





SIX





Dickey Bird gets excited every time Shay comes home. He whistles and calls out, trying to get her attention.

Always happy to show off his growing vocabulary, as soon as she walked through the door a few minutes ago, he squawked, and then as clear as day, he yelled, “Fuck, Ronnie, I’m coming. Right NOW!”

Shay was so thrilled that she kicked a not-embarrassed-in-the-least Jackson out and told him not to come back.

Ridiculous bird. I was going to get laid. That’s twice that I’ve been robbed by that bird.

At least Shay feels bad—now that Jackson’s gone.

She apologizes for the third time. “I’m sorry. I’ve just had a shit night. Of course you can have any guest you want. Really. I’m sorry I overreacted.”

I hold up my hand. “It’s all right. I get it.”

“I can call him, tell him to come back. You guys should have crazy, life-affirming, monkey sex all over the house. I’ll go to a hotel. You can even fuck in my bed if you want—just clean up after and don’t tell me.” She wrings her hands, looking pitiful and remorseful—so unlike the Shayna I know but I love anyway.