by Rie Warren
“It’s a little early, don’t you think?”
Throwing his napkin on the table, Rafe tilted his chair back on two legs. “You can’t fuc—friggin’ look like that, Pey, and expect me to wait until”—he peered at the thick watch on his wrist—“fuck it. Another hour?”
Slowly easing a spicy noodle between my lips, I teased him just that little bit more. “I hope you’ve developed an expert method for getting Callum to go to sleep then.”
The chair legs scraped back, and he bolted from his seat.
“Don’t you want dessert, babe?”
“Damn right I do. You. In bed. With me.”
Shucking off the heels as soon as Rafe left the room, I finished my meal then slotted the dishes into the dishwasher. I kept a plate piled high for him in the center of the table.
He’d be hungry later.
Hearing shouts in the backyard, I padded barefoot to the patio.
The man had Callum running laps and practicing passes on repeat until he yawned in the twilight dusk.
I bit down on my lip, shaking my head.
That was dadication for you.
Moments later Rafe piggybacked Cal into the house and up the stairs. “Bath time, champ.”
“Do I haveta?”
“Yeah. You stink.”
“Mommy smells good.”
“Yeah. She sure does.”
I snuck up after them, picking up Cal’s sneakers and socks littered along the way. I lingered outside the cracked bathroom door, because the two of them were just so darn cute together.
Especially when I heard Cal ask, “Will my winky get bigger too?”
“Winky?”
“My thingy down here.”
Rafe laughed out loud, and I silently chuckled, shaking my head.
“Yeah. When you get older. Plenty of time for that. But let’s get that hair washed, huh, then off to bed for you.”
Rafe was so damn good at being a daddy my heart instantly melted.
I left them to more splishing and splashing, but half an hour later—when Rafe still hadn’t appeared in our bedroom, I tiptoed down the hallway and peeked into Cal’s.
I’d adjusted my top before my breasts toppled out. I’d put my heels back on. I’d even swept Callum’s cracker crumbs off the bed from earlier, because I wanted the night to be special.
But absolutely nothing was more special than this . . .
With our son neatly tucked in, Rafe lounged on top of the bed beside him with the book open between them. He motioned for Cal to turn the page then continued reading the fairytale story. He gave each character a different voice, which was pretty comical when he got to the princess considering how deep his normal timbre was.
Of course Callum giggled and clapped whenever Rafe did the girly part. “Mommy’s a princess too!”
Sigh.
“Yes, she is.” Rafe leaned over and kissed his forehead. “She’s the queen of my heart.”
Melt.
Chapter Thirty
Total Freakin’ Bliss
Rafe
PEYTON FAILED TO MENTION Callum was on his read the same story ten times in a row kick. I could probably forgive her considering how damn delicious she looked in that jacket with her luscious tits nearly spilling free.
Speaking of, time to wrap up the night-nights and get back to my smokin’ hot fiancée. I’d never get tired of saying that, at least not until I could call her my wife.
“All right, little man.” I closed the book after the eleventh read because he’d suckered me once again with those puppy dog eyes. “Scooch down.”
I pulled the covers over him and kissed his plump cheeks, chuckling when he wrinkled his nose at my short whiskers brushing his skin.
“Love you, Daddy.” His eyes started drifting shut.
A stone lodged in my throat from holding back the powerful emotion of hearing those words mumbled in his sleepy voice. “I love you too, Callum.”
As soon as he rolled over and started with his usual soft snore, I crept from the room, hitting the light switch on the way.
Then I ran-walked to Peyton’s and my bedroom, practically rubbing my hands together in anticipation. I hoped she hadn’t undressed yet. I wanted to do the honors.
Inside I saw I had no need to worry. With her red, red hair fanning around her shoulders she spun when I entered.
Godddddamn.
I was one lucky sumbitch.
High heels? Check. Tight black pants on her goddess ass? Check. The sexy suit jacket held together by one single button at her waist with her breasts pressed together? Oh fuck yes.
With one foot in front of the other, she made her slinky approach. She stopped an arm’s length away from me.
Hmmm. I’d have to rectify that.
I reached out.
She stepped back.
I groaned, balling my fist at my side. My cock had already been through nine circles of hell tonight thanks to the tease of her top, the way she’d pursed her lips around her chopsticks during dinner, the dinner she made me slow down and eat like a civilized man instead of a barbarian intent on getting between her legs. Truth.
She wagged her finger at me, peering up at me through the fringe of thick eyelashes, and I recognized that look.
Pure lusty greed tinged with something else . . .
Peyton the seductress was definitely up to something tonight. And good thing for her, my cock was up for her. Per usual.
“I thought you might like to . . .” Hesitating, she shrugged her shoulder, almost causing one beautiful breast to topple free.
Pleasepleaseplease.
Then my breath stopped in my chest altogether when she said, “Fuck my ass tonight.”
Okay, my dick nearly fought its way out of my jeans. My eyes slid half-shut, insta-heat firing through my veins.
“What?” I’d mentioned the idea—once.
What the hell, right? With a juicy rear end like hers . . . Wasn’t sure I’d actually just heard her right, though.
“Ummm . . . anal sex?” She nibbled on her bottom lip.
All the air sucked out of me, and my eyes dilated. “What?”
“I thought you might want to . . . and I’ve been preparing . . . and—”
“WHAT?” I croaked.
“Oh God, was I wrong?”
“That’s a fucking ridiculous question, Peyton.” Was she high? “’Course I want to. Holy Christ.”
I was surprised my eyeballs hadn’t cartoon-popped out of my head already.
Peyton’s little nibble on her lower lip turned into a red-lipped coy smile. Still keeping me at bay, her hands went to the side-snap and zipper of her pants.
She teasingly undid the button and started pulling the zip down, revealing a sliver of the swell of her hip.
My erection ached at the sound, rearing to be free of my jeans.
“So you do want my ass?” she asked breathily.
I nodded like the freakin’ Bobblehead she’d given me.
Torturously slow, she freed the zipper all the way. With her heels kicked off, she shimmied the skintight pants down. Down. Down. All the while her tits bounced around. I so wanted to get my hands on the twin moons especially when her nipples remained stubbornly out of sight.
With a final tug and a teasing swivel, she swung her hips, swung her hair over her shoulder, and presented me with the cock-combusting image of her shapely rear not even one bit covered by a black satin thong. The string widened only after emerging from the cleft of her cheeks, lacing together like a whale tail to stop with a tiny bow just below her ass dimples.
I swallowed. Hard.
“This?” She cupped the twin creamy orbs, peering back at me. “You want this?”
“It’s not . . .” I shook my head. Licked my lips. Reached to trace the sinuous line of her spine before tugging that little ornamental bow. “Want you, pure and simple. Any part of you. All of you. And yeah, I want your ass.” Retracting my hand, I ordered, “Get over here.”
Peyton pivoted, exposing a tiny triangle of her smooth belly revealed by the jacket and, below, the even tinier inverted triangle of black satin covering her pussy from view.
And it was just about time for the jacket to go bye-bye.
As soon as she stepped up to me, I loosened the single button. I swept my hands up from her waist to her breasts, filling my palms with all that warm female flesh. And I feasted my eyes on her nipples—bright pink and ready for my mouth.
Finally.
Burying my face in her soft skin, I twirled my fingers around those swollen peaks. My fingertips drawing out her gasps, my mouth hungrily licking, sucking. Wetting her succulent tits and pulling her nipples between my teeth.
Crying out as I lapped one pebbled bud before pressing it deep in my mouth, she pushed me back. “You. Naked. Now.”
Boss me around all damn day, darlin’. Not complainin’ one little bit.
I threw off my shirt then all that was left were my jeans.
Peyton tackled the buttons, her tits shimmying, then—surprise—my hard cock sprang out right in front of her face, stiff as a flagpole.
“God, Rafe.” She took me in her hands and did that two-stroke twisty move that always made me come like a schoolboy seconds later.
I hauled her up with rough hands, quickly shedding her of the opened jacket.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved her handjobs, her blowjobs but . . . “No. I can’t . . . I’d fucking come in an instant,” I gnashed out between my tight lips.
“Is that bad?” Miss Redheaded Temptress pushed her breasts against my chest. “You always get it up at least twice.”
“Three times.” Giving her a wolfish grin, I lifted her against me.
Her teeth tugged on my earlobe, sending severe need down to my groin. “Mmm. That’s right.”
“Besides”—I threw her on the bed and pinned her wrists beside her head as I hovered over her—“want my first time to be in your ass. Bareback.”
Her hips pumped up.
“You like that idea?”
“Yes.” She gasped.
“Good. You’ll like this too.” Releasing her wrists, I meandered down her body.
A kiss. A suck. A bite.
Tasting her flesh. Smelling her scent. Feeling her heat. Filling my hands.
A hiss. A whimper. A roll of her hips.
I made it to her thong. Too pretty to rip right through, though. Shame. But pulling the sleek black scrap down her hips, baring her bright red landing strip first then the puffy lips of her hot swollen pussy had its perks, too.
Along her thighs, me nibbling all the way, and finally off her feet, I fingered the wetness of the material, my wicked smile returning.
Peyton’s hips swung from side to side, her hands were stuffed in her hair. She looked down her body as I bent between her legs. I was gonna stuff my face in her.
After . . .
I slipped one finger down from the excited pearl of her clit into the wetness of her center. Shoving that digit deep, I watched her eyes slam closed. Her hands grappled with my wrist, pulling me harder into her.
“More,” she gasped out.
Nice.
More than nice. So fucking arousing my dick leaked, depositing a long strand of precome on her thigh.
I was tempted to rut against her leg in order to get off. Get off right fucking now.
I kept that finger inside her, adding another, braiding them together to caress every single wet inch of her.
With Peyton in the heady zone, I effortlessly lifted her calves to my shoulders. Guess what? I could thrust even deeper that way.
She started seizing around my fingers, but I pulled my hand away, replacing it with my mouth.
“Asshole!” she beat her fists to the bed.
“Yeah. Gonna be in yours soon,” I said before setting my lips softly around her horny little clit.
Her hips kicked up.
Her body made a perfect bow.
And I took total advantage, drawing my wet fingers down and down, down to the tiny tight rosebud she was gonna give up to me.
“Wait. Wait, wait.” She tried to stop my progress. “I’m shy.”
Snort. “Frigging don’t know why. Have you seen this ass?” Cupping both cushy cheeks, I molded them in my hands.
She arched up with a hiss, and I eased her legs down from my shoulders to press them against her chest.
Spreading her ass, I traced one finger down the center. “Shy about this?”
I tapped against her smooth ring.
She jerked like an electric jolt went through her, and one definitely shot through me, straight to my staff-hard cock.
That’s it. Can’t wait any longer.
My tongue followed the trail of my fingers—busy fingers that went back to toying all over her wet cunt. Flicking her budded hole, I groaned.
Peyton’s hands, poised to push me away, fell to the bed beside her hips.
I wetted her, circled her untried entrance, and kept pumping a teasing fingertip into her hot pussy.
She jumped again, a whimper of breath escaping her lips.
Loosening just that little bit, she finally accepted my darting tongue inside the hottest of all channels. I sent my finger home at the same time, her pretty pussy clasping me, my thumb rounding her clit for the perfect trifecta of arousal.
Peyton pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her moans, but I yanked it off and went back to tonguing her sweet, never-fucked-before opening.
She threw her hips up to my racing fingers, slid back to my ever-deeper tongue.
Relaxing her. Easing her. Turning her on.
A bead of sweat tracked down the middle of my spine, and my cock popped all the way up to my belly button.
Hard was the wrong word. More like hot iron, the veins all along my dick throbbed, and I was really fucking close to losing it every time Peyton moaned and called out in a smoky-toned voice.
Pulling back, I crawled up her tensed-tight and rosy-flushed body. I kissed her with a clash of teeth, winding her hair around my hand to draw her even closer. I licked her lips then dove inside again, slicking my tongue against every wet surface.
Wrenching her body closer, mashing her to me, I grunted as my rigid dick tried to burrow a hole anywhere it could.
“How?” I asked, granting her a second of breath.
Peyton’s earthy brown-black eyes hazed over. “Well, there are a lot of positions—”
I bit a begging-for-it-nipple, and her back arched. “You’re overthinking it. Back up a second.”
“Already?” She hitched closer to me. “Isn’t there supposed to be lube and—”
I kissed her lips, swallowing down my laughter. “Darlin’. I meant . . . you said you’ve been preparing? To take my cock”—I wrapped her fingers around the solid meat she couldn’t even close her hand around—“up your ass.”
“I used a vibrator.” Her fingertips slid over my glans, and she cupped my balls.
“I wanted to be dirty for you.” She licked my shoulder, her body shuddering against me, and my cock was ready to kick off. “Wasn’t as big as you though. Mmmm.”
“You have a vibrator?” I reared up to stare at her.
“Rafe, I was single for a long time.” She stroked me again as her voice lowered. “Of course I do.”
“Next time. We’re playing with it next time.” I grunted.
“Which one?” Her innocent smile and sweet dimples had nothing on the way she thumbed my frenulum, playing all the right fucking moves on me.
Fuuuuck. Meeeee.
In danger of pumping off all over her, I withdrew my cock from her grasp.
Circling her earlobe with my tongue, I slid my hand down her body. “Where’s the lube?”
Her breath sped. Her thighs widened. Her pelvis tipped up when I slipped my fingers back into her slick pussy.
“Hmmm, darlin’?” My tongue roamed down her neck, then I bit the crest of her breast.
“On the nightstand.”
; After snatching the bottle, I returned between her legs. Softly, teasingly sealing my lips against her sweet pussy, I liberally coated my fingers. She was too busy trying to get closer to my darting tongue to notice the fingertip I rotated around her little opening.
She took the first finger, suddenly gasping, but the reason she stiffened up was because she came with a shriek. I kept tasting her, twirling my tongue in and out of her while I slowly added another finger into her beautiful ass.
Opening her up while I kept her thrashing in arousal turned me into an insatiable animal. I held it together just long enough to go slowly pumping my fingers, grunting in heat while I feasted my mouth on her pussy.
Watching her come again just as I added the very wet tip of a third finger drove me wild.
“Is that enough?” My voice harsh, I didn’t think I could wait much longer.
Sweat clinging to my temples. My body straining. My cock so ready to be inside of her. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass . . .
“Yes,” Peyton hissed. “Oh, please, yessss.”
She started to roll over but I stopped her. “No. Wanna see you, see all of you.”
Ripping open a condom, I quickly tugged it down.
“I thought—”
“I’m definitely fucking your ass, but first . . .” Clasping one of her hands in mine, using the other to guide myself to her smooth slit, I shut my eyes briefly. “Gotta have this first.”
That one fast thrust into her cunt boiled hot need inside me. I groaned at the velvety wet feel of her surrounding me.
Her legs climbed over my hips, and she locked me against her.
Pey’s lips found mine—my uncontrollable grunt swallowed by her soft whimpers and curious tongue.
With every deep lunge, she arched further until our lips parted. My hips bucked, and I had to pull out. I took off the condom with a curse falling from my lips.
Peyton opened her lust-filled eyes. She watched intently as I soaked the hard shaft of my cock in lube. The two slippery fingers I caressed inside her virgin opening again, slathering the slickness all around, only surpassed the hot wet noise of my fist stroking up and down.
Her legs hiked up. Her head dropped back. Her hips circled, and she cried out when I withdrew my fingers only to replace them with the head of my cock.
On my knees between her legs, I leaned over her. I tried not to force my way inside, but—swear to fuck—I needed to breach her.
