Unbreakable (Cloverleigh Farms, #4)(85)

She had other ideas. “Okay, now you sit down and eat a Krispy Kreme.”

“You want me to sit down and eat right now?” I put my arms around her. “What if I’d rather do something else?”

“Hey. I’m in charge here.” She tapped her pom poms against my chest.

“I love when you try to get bossy.” I buried my face in her neck and inhaled. “But I’m not hungry, Sylvia. Not for donuts, anyway.”

She laughed when I tickled her throat with my tongue. “Hey, I’m just trying to make our first official date memorable here.”

“Goal achieved,” I said, backing up toward the couch and bringing her with me. “Seriously. V-I-C-T-O-R-Y. Now let’s see your straddle.”

Giggling, she let me pull her onto my lap, her knees on either side of my thighs, and tossed her pom poms over my shoulders. “So impatient.”

“I can’t help it,” I said, kissing her lips as my hands slid beneath that skirt. “You know how I get when you wear a short—” I stopped. “You’re naked underneath this outfit?”

Her eyelids lowered half-way as I stroked her. “Uh huh.”

The bulge in my pants was almost unbearable as I caressed her tongue with mine and mirrored the slow, sensual motion with my fingers between her legs. She rocked her hips over my hand, growing aroused and restless.

“Now who’s impatient?” I teased as she reached for my belt.

“S-Y-L-V-I-A.” She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped, reaching inside to free my cock, which sprang up eagerly. Wrapping her hand around it, she gave it several tight, hard strokes, making me groan with agonizing pleasure at her touch. I wasn’t sure how long I could maintain control, so I was glad when she lowered her body onto mine inside a minute.

I gripped her hips and worked her up and down my hard length, my eyes practically coming out of my head at the sight of her bouncing on my cock in that cheerleader getup. “Oh fuck, I’m not going to last,” I growled. I knew it would help if I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t do it—she was so fucking hot, it was mesmerizing.

“It’s okay,” she said breathlessly. Then she leaned down and whispered against my lips, “And we have the whole night together. You can make me come as many times as you want.”

That nearly sent me over the edge, but I willed myself to hang on a little longer. I moved one hand between her legs and rubbed my thumb over her clit the way she liked, and her mouth dropped open, her eyes closing. She made soft little sounds as she circled her hips and dug her fingers into my shoulders. When her cries rose to a fever pitch and I felt her leg muscles tense and her body still, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I grabbed her hips and thrust into her again and again, my orgasm thundering throughout my body as she came undone above me.

And as I poured into her, I held her close and felt my heart surging with love for her, and I wondered how I ever thought I could give her up.

“Never,” I heard myself whispering fiercely into her ear. “I will never let you go.”

Her arms tightened around me, and she laid her head on my shoulder. Our hearts beat hard and fast against one another’s. “This is right where I want to be, Henry. In your arms. Always.”





A little while later, she got up to use the bathroom, and when she returned, she was carrying a plate. Reaching into the box of Krispy Kremes, she set a donut on the plate and handed it to me. “Okay, now you have to let me do the thing I planned.”

“Does it involve eating this donut while you jump around in that outfit with no underwear on? Because count me in.” I picked up the Krispy Kreme and bit into it.

She laughed. “No, it’s even better.” Sitting next to me on her knees, she leaned over and picked up the Restoration Hardware catalog and opened it up. “I am going to read you a bedtime story in my sexiest voice.”

I burst out laughing and took another bite. “Do it.”

She opened the book to a random page, inhaled, and looked at me with sultry eyes. “The reclaimed rustic oak collection.”

“Mmmmm,” I moaned. “Tell me more.”

Posing seductively, she spoke in a breathy, sex kitten voice. Whenever she got to words related to wood, she’d look me in the eye and arch her brows. “Celebrating the organic beauty of salvaged wood, our table is handcrafted of solid oak timbers reclaimed from decades-old buildings.”

“God, you’re making me hard.” Groaning, I shoved the rest of the donut in my mouth. “Can I jerk off while you read?”

She was trying to stay serious, but a smile was creeping onto her lips. “Rough-hewn planks define a simple parsons style, allowing the oak’s rustic character to take center stage. Each one-of-a-kind table displays the nicks, knots, and imperfections that speak to the wood’s former life.”

“You’re killing me. This is so hot.” I reached for the book and set it aside. “But the imperfections of the wood’s former life don’t matter.”

She laughed. “No?”

“No.” I pulled her across my lap, cradling her in my arms. “What matters is here and now, and you know what? Here and now is pretty fucking perfect.”

Smiling, she looped her arms around my neck. “I agree.”

I pressed my lips to hers. “I love you, Sylvia Sawyer. And I might never be able to give you fancy things, but I’ll take care of you. I promise.”