My pulse had just slowed from the last orgasm, and I found it racing again, trying to keep pace with my heart and my breathing as I slid down over Cole’s erection.
His eyes drifted shut and his head lolled back against the couch as he took hold of my hips to guide me over him. “God, baby, you fit me so perfectly,” he growled. “Like we were fucking made for each other.”
I wrapped my arms around his head and his face pressed against me. He teased my nipples with his mouth just as he’d done with my pussy. I squeezed myself tighter around his cock, and he groaned in appreciation.
“Yeah, sweetie, just like that, hold me like a fucking glove. You are something else, Kensington. Don’t ever want this to stop.”
I rose and fell over him, his strong hands held my bottom bracing me against him as he impaled me over and over again. I ground my hips forward, causing my clit to rub against him, bringing me again to that exquisite ledge, the last moment of clarity before my body and mind dissolved into pure pleasure.
I lifted my hands and braced them against his hard shoulders as my movements sped up. He met me with an upward thrust that pushed his cock so deep he seemed to be reaching pleasure spots I didn’t know existed. Each movement made me contract my pussy around him. I wanted to hold him there inside of me forever.
His fingers pushed harder into my flesh as he strengthened his grip on me. His hazel eyes were dark green and unfocused as he gazed up at me. “You first, baby. I want to be deep inside of you when you come.”
My legs shook from fatigue as I contracted my muscles and moved over him in a frenzied rhythm. He met my body each time, rocking deeper inside of me, reaching those secret spots of ecstasy.
I gripped his shoulders and tried to keep myself from melting into a trembling puddle. The wild sensations of an orgasm started inside my pussy and I clenched around him as I whimpered at the intensity of it. I was as weak as a rag doll as he tightened his grip on my ass.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it, baby.” His head dropped back, and he continued pumping his cock inside of me as he came.
His hold on me softened. I folded against him and pressed my face against his neck. His arms went around me. We sat in silence for a few minutes. I was still reeling from the sex and hoping he was feeling the same way. In the midst of it all, he’d said we fit each other perfectly. I felt it too, as if I’d finally found a match. I knew it was too early, and my luck with men never went this smoothly. Still I couldn’t help but feel that this was what I’d been waiting for.
“Best babysitting job I’ve ever had.” I wriggled my body closer to his.
“Yep. Not that I’ve ever had to babysit.” He paused. “Although I have had my share of fun with a babysitter on a couch.” I was about to huff in disgust but he hugged me tighter. “None as hot as you though.”
“Right. And I almost believe you.”
A strange tapping sound at his bedroom door startled me. I climbed off his lap.
“That would be Some Pig.” He stood up and walked to the bathroom.
I jumped up, gathered my clothes and started getting dressed.
Cole walked out of the bathroom. “We must have woken him from his late morning nap. Or this might have been his early afternoon beauty rest. He has a busy schedule.” He stopped and watched me. “I was just going to suggest that we stay naked all weekend. I told Dad to give the housekeeper and chef the weekend off with that plan stuck firmly in my mind. You, me and lots of nakedness all damn weekend.”
His plan didn’t stop me from pulling my jeans on. “I don’t want to be naked when I meet him.”
He stayed frozen to the spot watching me with what seemed to be equal parts irritation and amusement. “He’s a pig. Yes, he wears clothes and struts around here like he owns the place, which he sort of does, but he’s still a pig.”
Tiny hooves tapped at the door again. I pulled on my bra. “I know it sounds kooky.” I waved for him to open it.
He moved toward the door and stopped. “Sure you don’t want to brush your hair and apply a little lipstick first? After all, Some Pig is sort of critical about appearances.”
“Now you’re just being a boob. Hurry, so he doesn’t think we’re ignoring him.”
“No wonder you and Finley hit it off so well.” He opened the door. I heard a soft snort in the hallway. “You’d better have a good reason for knocking at my door, pork chop. Two minutes ago there was a naked woman in my room. Now she’s dressed, and it’s your fault.”
Cole stepped aside. The tiny rhythmic tapping of hooves on hardwood echoed through the room. Some Pig was mostly white with big black splotches like a paint horse. His portly upper half was covered with a black t-shirt that had ‘Got Vegan’ printed in pink letters on the back. His snout shifted from side to side in the air. He stopped to check me out before moving any closer.
“I’m in love.” I stooped down. Some Pig hesitated only a second before trotting toward me. He snorted happily as I scratched his neck. “You are adorable.”
“Jeez, that pig’s head is going to blow up and explode one day with the way you girls fawn over him.” Cole crouched down next us, and Some Pig immediately snuggled against him.
I smiled. “Looks like you’ve been doing some fawning yourself. He loves you.”
“Yeah, well even though he leaves nose prints on the glass doors and hogs the television set and steals your food when you’re not looking, he’s still a big part of the family.” Cole glanced up. “And, damn if he isn’t a great asset when you’re trying to charm a girl. You are charmed, right?”
I reached over and rubbed some of my lipstick off Cole’s mouth with my thumb. The gesture made him smile. “Never knew this was possible, but I am ridiculously charmed, Cole King.”
Chapter 17
Cole
I leaned back on my elbows on the grassy slope. Kensington and I had walked Some Pig out to the lawn for some exercise and sun. Notorious round bellied flirt that he was, it had only taken the pig seconds to win over another female heart. I had to remind Kensington that even though I wasn’t nearly as cute, I was still the better kisser. Or at least I hoped that was the case.
Kensington ran across the grass laughing wildly as Some Pig trotted enthusiastically behind her.
“Now I’m sure he likes you. He rarely puts that much energy into his step unless there’s a plate of nachos at the end of it.”
Kensington stopped to pat him on the head. “I still can’t believe he eats nachos. Does he like jalapenos?”
“As long as they’re not too hot.”
Kensington put out her arms and twirled around, with her face toward the sun. She was a fucking pleasure to watch no matter what she was doing. Her long legs, the curve of her small waist, her long, silky neck, there wasn’t an inch of her that I hadn’t already memorized.
She stopped and swayed a second until the Earth stopped moving around her. “This is a great yard.” She stretched her arms up in the air and did three cartwheels across the grass. Some Pig watched but quickly realized that that particular move was out of his depth. He settled for rooting around in the grass for goodies to eat.
My phone rang and I fished it out of my pocket. It was Jude.
“What’s up?”
“Hey, ass-bro, what are you up to?” I could hear people talking in the background. “I’m waiting for Eden outside the college library. I was just bored enough to call you.”
“Yeah, thanks. How come you didn’t go into the library with her? You afraid you’ll burst into flames or something?” Kensington squealed with laughter as she and Some Pig started up another game of tag. Some Pig snorted happily.
“Funny. Where you at? That sounded like the walking ham. Are you at Dad’s?”