“Uh-oh,” Brass chuckled. “Someone’s in the dog house.”
“I don’t have one.” Slade laughed.
The dining room was obviously not a room Slade ever used since it was basically clean, minus the dust issue. The living room was another story. It might have been a nice coffee table if she could see the surface but dirty dishes, empty beer and soda cans and an overflowing ashtray littered it. She frowned, studying Slade.
“You smoke?”
He shrugged. “Sometimes I do when I have a few beers. I’ve been trying to get past the horrible taste of them. Human male bonding seems to demand we drink some of them together after work and smoke too.”
“Well, please don’t while I’m here. The smell of cigarettes will make me sick.”
“I won’t smoke inside the house.”
“Smart man. It’s really bad for you.”
She glanced at the living room before she moved on. The downstairs contained a full bathroom, a family room that wasn’t used and an office that was. She opened her mouth but closed it after noticing every surface covered with papers or discarded drinks. It amazed her that a man owned so many dishes. She headed for the stairs when the main floor tour ended.
“Are we going to go look at every room?” Slade followed behind her.
“Yes. I want to know where I’m living and what I’m dealing with. I’m starting to miss the seventies.”
Brass laughed.
“What does that mean?” Slade glanced at them.
“I’ll explain later.” Brass snorted.
There were two bathrooms and three bedrooms on the second level. One of the bathrooms opened from the hallway. The second bathroom was located inside the master bedroom. It was a large room with a twin bed. She frowned at the small mattress and turned to glance at Slade but said nothing. She checked out the other two bedrooms next. One room had nothing more than a twin bed and a dresser. A weight set and a treadmill dominated the last room. She closed the door and met Slade’s gaze.
“So where are you going to sleep? Brass gets the spare room and you only have a twin bed. I’m not sleeping on the floor. I guess you could sleep on the couch or on your weight bench.” She put her hands on her hips.
Slade blinked a few times, a confused look on his features. Brass chuckled and Slade shot him a dirty look before frowning at Trisha.
“I’m sleeping inside my room on my bed and you are sleeping on my bed with me. I know it’s small but we’ll fit. Trust me.”Her gaze roamed his body. She hesitated. “I’m not sleeping on the bottom. The only way we’re both going to share that bed is if one of us sleeps on top of the other. You’ll crush me.”
Slade suddenly moved. “Let me show you how it will work. Good night, Brass. Make yourself at home. There’s plenty of food in the fridge.”
“Hey,” Trisha protested when Slade grabbed her. He ignored her objection as he scooped her into his arms. “What about dinner? I’m hungry.”
Slade growled. “I’m hungry too.” He walked into his master bedroom and kicked the door closed behind them. He strode to the narrow bed and gently lowered Trisha on top of it.
Trisha watched as Slade bent over, staring at her. She loved the passion that flared in his eyes. He did look hungry but it wasn’t for food. He wanted her. He tore off his shoes and socks before he dragged his shirt over his head. Trisha’s gaze slowly took in the sight he posed, appreciating his muscular arms and broad chest.
Slade growled at her again and yanked at the front of his pants to get them open. “You could undress.”
“I could but I’d miss the show.”
His hands stilled for an instant but then he jerked his pants down his hips to kick free of them. He stood in his black underwear until he reached for the last item of clothing on his body. Trisha watched him shove the material down and bit her lip. Slade’s cock was thick, engorged with blood to an impressive size that most men would envy, and his need for her was unmistakable.
He reached for Trisha’s shorts. She heard the material tear in his haste to tug them down her hips and legs. He threw them over his shoulder and just ripped her shirt open. It had already been destroyed when she’d cut pieces from it earlier to make strips for Harley’s injuries. She wasn’t wearing a bra and it caused a grin to spread across Slade’s rugged features.
“No underclothing, Doc? I’m shocked but really turned on.”
“I was taking a shower when those men arrived. Brass yanked me out and tossed clothes at me. My underwear and bra weren’t in the pile he shoved into my arms.”
Slade’s grin died. “He saw you naked?” He growled as anger seemed to darken his eyes.
“He was saving my life. I’m sure he didn’t even notice.”
“Trust me when I say he noticed.” Slade grabbed her ankles and tugged her down the bed until her ass stopped at the very edge. “Anyone would note every exposed inch of you.”
“Thank you.” She smiled and tried to sit up, wanting to kiss him.
He used his hand, placed between her breasts, and pushed her flat onto her back. His hand slid down her belly, over her hip, and then both gripped her thighs to push them up. He spread them wide to gaze at the sight of her pussy. He knelt at the end of the bed to get a better look, licked his lips, and growled softly. Trisha looked down their bodies to stare at Slade’s aroused cock straining straight up inches from her pussy.
“Aren’t you even going to kiss me before you take me?”
“Yeah, sweet thing. I’m going to kiss you before I fuck you.” He pushed her legs wider apart and his heated gaze studied her body stretched out before him.
Trisha tried not to feel embarrassed over his intense interest in every inch of her, especially when he lingered while staring at her exposed pussy. He scooted back to lower his head and gripped the inside of her thighs to hold them open. His hands shifted enough that Trisha realized what he planned to do. His breath was hot against her thigh right before his tongue teased her clit with strong licks before his mouth closed over the bundle of nerves, sucking with firm tugs. She came unglued.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
His mouth withdrew from her sensitive flesh. “I told you I was going to kiss you.”
“I thought you’d aim for my mouth.”
He tilted his head, regarding her. “Do you want me to stop? I have to admit I don’t want to. I’ve been dying to taste every inch of you. Don’t deny me, sweet thing.”
“Do you want to die? That’s what will happen if you do stop. Please continue.”
He chuckled a second before his mouth and tongue returned. Trisha moaned louder as her fingers dug into the bedspread just for something to cling to while she arched her back. She thought she could handle the amazingly good sensations he created throughout her body with his mouth. That was right up until his tongue started to flicker over her clit rapidly and he started to growl deep enough to vibrate against it. Trisha tensed, wasn’t even sure if she was breathing anymore, and she came—screaming.
Slade lifted his head quickly, gripped her hips, and pulled her toward him. His thick cock pressed against her pussy and he entered her slowly while she still reeled from the aftermath of the climax he’d just licked her into. She moaned as he pushed his broad shaft into her deeper, enjoying the feel of having her body stretched in a delicious way that left her feeling full and taken by the man she loved. His big cock felt amazing to her still-climaxing body.
Slade thrust into Trisha fast and deep, driving her over the edge of bliss again within minutes and caused her to cry out his name. Slade growled deep, pounded into her faster and threw back his head. She watched him bare his sharp teeth as he began to come inside her, swelling to the point of near pain, and he shouted out. His body jerked against her as he poured his heated release inside her.
Trisha smiled when she opened her arms to Slade and he collapsed over her chest. They both panted while Trisha wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs and her fingers ran through his silky hair where his head rested between her breasts. His heavy breathing tickled her skin a little but she loved holding him too much to complain or ask him to turn his head enough to make it stop.
“I told you a twin bed would work,” he chuckled.
“Sure works for me in this position but I’m not sure how you’re going to sleep on your knees that way.”
Slade turned his head a little and moved. He flicked his tongue over the side of her breast, causing Trisha to shiver. Her breast responded instantly, the tip growing taut. Slade opened his mouth, covered her nipple, and allowed his sharp teeth to scrape over it. Trisha arched against him. The erotic feel had her passion igniting all over again. He released her nipple and lifted his head to grin down at her.
“Want to go again, Trisha?”
“I do but I need food. How about we eat and pick up right here afterward?”Slade laughed. “Let me run you a bath. You soak while I make us something for dinner.”
“Wait a minute. I’ve seen that kitchen. Maybe we should order takeout.”
Slade straightened. He twisted his hips a little and it lifted Trisha’s ass from the bed. His hand slapped her ass hard enough for make her flinch but wasn’t painful.
“I won’t poison you and we don’t have takeout food anywhere near Reservation. We also couldn’t trust them to prepare our food since we aren’t sure if they are friendly to us. I have plans that involve you being very much alive and healthy.” He grinned. “I think I can withdraw without hurting you now that the swelling is down somewhat. Come on, Doc. Bath and food, in that order.”