Fall Back Skyward (Fall Back #1)(126)

“You teased me,” I say, stroking my thumb against her throat. I know she’s moaning or groaning given the vibrations seeping through my fingers on her neck. I push my pelvis forward, grinding myself into her curvy little ass. “I should bend you over and f*ck you right here for teasing me.”

Pink color flushes across her neck and the side of her cheek. She turns around to face me. Her mouth is parted, her quick breaths feathering my chin, and her perfect tits brushing against my chest.

She takes the dish towel from me, dries her hands, and then slings it over my neck. She tugs it a little, bringing my head close to hers and slants her face so I can read her lips. “Where are the girls?”

“Upstairs.”

She purses her lips, staring at me with those huge green eyes, which seem too big for her heart-shaped face. “Do you think we could get away with you doing that to me?”

“Do what? Fuck you?” I tease.

Her pupils dilate and her knees buckle. I use my thighs to support her weight. I’m so turned on right now, knowing that my words have that effect on her.

Her head bobs up and down quickly.

“Probably not. One of them will be coming down soon. Apparently they have a surprise for me.”

She drops her head on my shoulder and her body quakes with what I think is laughter. I pull her close and rub circles on her back.

“Do you mind sharing the joke?” I ask, amused. My hands skim the sides of her body and rest on her breasts, kneading them in my palms. I brush the pad of my thumbs over her nipples and I feel a shiver race through her body.

She lifts her head, her eyes dancing with laughter. “I hadn’t had sex in years. And then you came back to Willow Hill and I cannot stop wanting it every freaking second of the day. With you. And not just normal sex, the dirty kind.”

I raise an eyebrow. “So you just want me for my cock? I feel so used.”

“And your body. Don’t forget your abs.” She winks at me.

My gaze drops to her chest, my cock unbelievably hard as I take in the exposed, flushed cleavage. Tugging the top of her dress down, I lower my head and suck her nipples through the material and then bury my face between her breasts.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I say into her chest, not even caring if she heard me or not. I’m in heaven.

Her hands grab my hair and tug it urgently and my dick grows impossibly hard.

Jesus Christ.

She pulls again. I finally lift my head and stare at her, intoxicated by her scent. I blink several times to get rid of the haze covering my vision and catch the word ‘Cora’ leaving her lips.

I straighten up, feeling as though cold water has been dumped down the back of my shirt, sobering me up. My hands hasten to rearrange her clothes just as someone tugs on my shirt behind me.

I look over my shoulder to see Cora watching us curiously.

She adjusts the waist of her Hello kitty pajama pants, then signs, “We are ready, Daddy Cole.” Her gaze shifts beyond me. “Are you okay, Mama?”

I glance at Nor, her face now flaming red. Her mouth opens and closes again before she signs, “Yes, honey. I hear you have a surprise for Daddy.”

I press a fist to my mouth to stop from laughing. She looks so flustered it’s cute.

“Are you coming too, Mama?”

Nor shakes her head and smiles softly to our daughter. “I want to finish up reading the brochures I received today.”

Wrapping my fingers around the nape of her neck, I pull her to me and kiss her on the forehead.

“What was that for?” she asks me when I let her go.

“I am so proud of you.” And I am. She’s fighting hard for what she wants.

I’m staring at this woman who literally owns my heart, when I feel small fingers wrap around mine. I focus on Cora as she tugs me toward the living room. Right before we climb up the stairs, I glance back and see Nor leaning against the sink, a hand on her chest. I f*cking can’t wait until the girls go to bed and I have Nor to myself. Uninterrupted.

The minute Cora and I step inside her room, Joce, dressed up in similar Hello Kitty pajamas as her sister, jumps up from the floor and takes my other hand. She leads the way toward the blanket fort, drops my hand and ducks inside the tiny entrance, flanked by two white bed sheets with lights dangling on the sides.

I drop on my knees and crawl through the entrance, careful not to destroy my daughters’ hard work, and settle on one of the pillows in the middle of the fort. I hunch my shoulders, hoping to make myself small and then look around the space decorated with tassels in different colors and more lights. A laptop sits on a small wooden table at the far corner of the ‘room’. A tray holding several shades of nail polish and another with makeup sits a few feet away.

Cora plops next to her sister. They both beam at me with twin expressions of pride. “Do you like your surprise?”

God, I love them so much.

“Very much.”

Cora claps her hands and reaches for the two trays. She hands one to Joce and they begin their work.

My daughters have been working on making me pretty for almost thirty minutes, asking me “would you rather” questions.

Joce pauses and lifts her head, the nail polish brush poised above my big toe. “Would you rather be a giant squid or a mermaid?” Her gaze hopping between her sister and me, waiting for our answers.

“A mermaid,” Cora says.