Chapter Eleven
Trip
The scent of coffee stirred me awake, and I tugged the warm, satiny-skinned body pressed against me even tighter. Turning to my side, I buried my face in my queenie’s hair, smiling like a goddamn lunatic.
My brothers were right about my being fucked.
I nuzzled my lips against Rhonda’s neck, and she stretched with a sigh. “How’d you sleep, queenie?”
“Like a damn rock,” she mumbled, all sexy and sweet while wiggling her backside against my morning wood.
I groaned in her ear and nipped her lobe. “I wanted to bury myself inside you last night, but I think we both passed out before our heads hit the pillows.”
Rhonda threaded her fingers through mine atop her stomach and sighed. “The bike ride up here yesterday drained me.”
“Yeah.” I kissed along her shoulder and moved our linked hands lower, my pinkie coming to rest on her clit. A few slow circular rubs atop her nub earned me a shift of her fine ass backwards, pressing into my dick.
“Take me, Trip,” she whispered, releasing her hold on my hand to grab hold of my hair. “Bare.”
We’d discussed the fact I’d never gone without—and she’d been given a clean bill of health after her time on the streets—but we hadn’t gotten the opportunity to fuck with nothing between us.
She lifted her leg, draping it back over my thigh, and I groaned to find her already swollen and wet against my wandering fingertips. “Trip…”
I shifted and lined up against her heat. One slow, steady flex of my ass buried my dick deep inside her pussy, every inch of me encased in wet heat. “Goddamn, queenie,” I groaned. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around me like this.”
“Yes,” she whispered, arching her back.
I pulled out and sank back in, clamping my mouth on her shoulder to keep from being too loud. She was perfect—in every fucking way. Her insecurities made me want to wrap her up in my arms. Her fear of being judged made me want to slaughter whatever fucker thought to even look at her the wrong way.
Possessive and protective. Two things I’d never felt for a woman before her.
I took my time nudging deep inside her, every gasp and whimper from her lips fueling my need to fuck her like an animal, but refrained.
We’d fucked.
I wanted to make love—something else I’d never done before.
One hand playing with her clit, I snaked my other beneath her, grasping her chin to turn her head.
Her riotous, gorgeous hair tickled my face until my skin brushed her cheek. She smelled like tangy sweetness and exotic spice. Absolute fucking perfection.
“I’m dead gone on you,” I whispered against the corner of her mouth while sliding my dick back into the hilt.
Her hand tightened in my hair, and she arched her back with a whimper.
“Does that scare you?” I asked, dragging my dick back out against her slick walls.
“No.” She opened her eyes and held my stare as I continued to fuck in and out of her.
That connection I’d felt between us grew stronger as we panted, sweat slickening between our skin with every slow rock.
“Will you stay with me when we get back to Boston tomorrow night?” she whispered, her pale eyes owning my soul as thoroughly as her body did mine.
Grinning, I buried deep and held still against her womb, my fingertips toying with her clit. “You like me or something?”
She smiled and gyrated her hips when I didn’t move. “You can stay Monday, too. Hell.” A squeeze of her inner muscles brought stars to my eyes, and I groaned. “You can stay all week.”
I blinked to focus on her face. “Asking me to move in?”
Rhonda shrugged and pulled me in for a kiss. The languid motion between us didn’t last; our kiss grew heated—frantic with need—and I fought to keep from thumping the old bed frame against the wall of my mother’s guest room.
My queenie came undone, and I swallowed her cries, her pussy squeezing and milking, coaxing my climax to fill her with cum. Sweaty and sated, I held her close, still buried deep, still hard, still connected.
“What will the board think?” I whispered, smoothing back her hair to make her neck available to my lips.
“I don’t give a shit.”
I chuckled and pulled out, rolling her beneath me.
She peered at me at me through sleepy, satisfied eyes as I settled between her thighs. “Neither do I,” I murmured, studying her beautiful face in the sunlight flooding around Ma’s blinds. “Seeing as how the company belongs to me, what does it really matter how people judge us?”
Her smile stole my goddamn breath as she arched an eyebrow and lifted her legs, planting her feet on the mattress beside my knees. “You never answered my question.”
I grinned again and brushed my lips over hers. “I have a business to run—even though I’m not too keen on city life—so I’ll stay for however long you’ll have me, queenie.”
“What if that’s a long damn time?” she asked, studying me as I pulled back to peer down at her.
I grinned. “Then it’s a long damn time—you just gotta agree to bike rides up north as often as possible on weekends.”
“As long as I don’t have to keep my hands to myself while riding,” she said with a flirty smirk.
A groan rumbled in my chest. “My brothers had it right,” I said, rubbing the back of my hardening dick against her sopping core, smearing our combined cum all over her pussy. “I’m dead gone on you.”
Rhonda wrapped her arms and those goddamn legs around me, tugging me back down. “Then fuck what anyone else thinks.”
“Mmm.” I shifted to notch my dick inside her. “How about I fuck you again first, then we’ll tell the rest of the world to fuck off?”
She actually giggled. A goddamn childlike laugh that flooded emotion through me that I swore had to be what love felt like.
“Fuck me, Trip.”
“Yes, my queen.” I slid in deep and claimed her mouth—claimed her in my mind as my old lady. We’d get to making it public. Eventually. But I felt pretty damn sure she’d wrapped her head around the fact we belonged together.
The End
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