Just Kidding (SWAT Generation 2.0 #1)(40)

Hell, even my vibrators that were only supposed to be discreet and pocket-sized were bigger than my first and only sexual encounter was.

“Because I don’t sleep around, and the vibrators I use are those little bullet ones that get pressed inside of you. But they’re small. About the size of a double-A battery.”

His hands loosened on my hips as I spoke, slowly rocking his hips back and forth, side to side.

I bit my lip, but the moan still sounded in my throat.

“Why aren’t you moving?” I rasped.

He squeezed my hips. “Patience. I’m enjoying my torture.”

I snickered, dropping down onto my elbows and then farther so that my face was plastered into the mattress.

The new position made him slip even deeper, as well as hit a spot inside of me that felt like the next becoming.

“Oh, God,” he growled. “Forget me torturing you. You’re the one doing it to me.”

There wasn’t much talking after that.

Instead, he put his talented cock to work and started fucking me. Slowly and surely.

At one point he reached down and touched his cock with two fingers, swiping the juices off of his shaft.

“Sweet,” he murmured.

I closed my eyes and felt his cock twitch.

He liked the taste of me.

“I can’t do it anymore,” he murmured, his hands moving from my hips to my ribcage. “Hold on.”

I didn’t know what he meant.

Not until he pulled back and thrust forward so hard that I moved six inches up the bed.

“God.”

I loved hearing his voice rough. Loved it even more that I was the cause of that voice.

He thrust again. And again. And again.

The sound of our flesh slapping together only served to get me hotter and send me higher.

Until everything just… stopped.

One second I was reveling in his thrusts, and the next he was pulling out, flipping me over with such a suddenness that I squawked, and then ramming back home.

This time so that he could see my face.

The intense emotions I saw there were nothing less than beautiful.

“I was close,” he said. “But I want you to go first.”

He ground his pelvis into me, causing my clit to jerk in reaction.

The squeeze of my vagina around his cock let him know that I liked it, so he did it again.

His grin was wicked when he pulled back and shoved forward.

My mouth parted, and I could feel the orgasm getting closer and closer.

And then he closed his eyes.

Losing that connection of his intense gaze, I closed mine, too, concentrating on what was going on between my thighs and how good he was making me feel.

Then it happened.

The feeling was at the pinnacle, teetering over the edge.

Then I felt his fingers pinch down hard on one of my nipples.

And I lost it.

I soared so high and fast that I didn’t know what to do but hold on for the ride.

I heard him grunt at the way I pulsed around him, and then I felt him jerk inside of me.

Seconds later his thrusts stilled, and I reluctantly opened my eyes to see his still closed.

“God,” he muttered, eyes finally opening. “What you do to me.”

I lifted my hand and placed it over his heart.

It was beating so hard and fast that I knew he was tired.

But God, I still wanted him.

Something in which he read in my face.

“I’m fairly sure that I’d love to do that again,” he murmured. “But I have to be up in three hours for work, and I should at least get some sleep.”

I reluctantly agreed.

When I came back out of his bathroom, my panties were nowhere to be seen, and Dax was in bed with the covers pulled up to his chest.

He watched me walk toward him with an intense look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He didn’t answer, only studied me in his sweatshirt and nothing else.

“I’m thinking that I’m never getting that sweatshirt back.”

I snickered. “No, you’re not.”





Chapter 11


Keep it up and you’ll be fertilizing my vegetable garden.

-Rowen to Derek

Rowen

“I’m not sure how to do this drop-off thing,” I said to my boss and new friend. “Are you sure I’m qualified to do it?”

Jenny looked over at me with amusement.

“I don’t think anybody knows how to do the school drop-off thing,” she admitted. “Honestly, everybody runs around like chickens with their heads cut off.”

That wasn’t the news I was looking to hear.

“Okay.” I squinted at the four older children staring at me with small smiles on their faces. “Let’s do this.”

Jenny had a court case to get to and Junior, the baby, was home sick with Clancy. Leaving me to take their kids to school.

Sure, I didn’t have to or anything, but I’d volunteered anyway.

I was a nice person like that.

“Let’s do this.” I clapped. “Jenny, keys?”

She tossed her entire purse to me.

I caught it with a grunt, surprised at how heavy it was.

“What do you have in here? Bricks?” I teased.