The Hookup (Moonlight and Motor Oil #1)(117)

“I like my birdhouse.”

“Iz,” he whispered, lips hitching at one side.

God, I loved the way he grinned.

“But if you don’t, I’ll put it in the yard sale it seems I’ll be having.”

“Your sister and Brooks can live there. They love it there,” Johnny told me.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“And this place was my dad’s.”

“I know, h?schen.”

His face grew soft, and God, oh God, just that much more beautiful.

“You got a dream wedding you want, baby, I’ll intervene with Margot,” he told me gently.

“I have a feeling my dream wedding would be whatever Margot wants for me.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Mom would love your water wheel,” I shared.

“Good,” he replied.

“She’d love you more.”

And his face grew even softer, and God, oh God, so much more beautiful.

“Good,” he whispered.

“Can I tackle you now?” I asked.

He smiled.

“Hit me, baby,” he invited.

I lunged.

And Johnny went down without a fight.



“Iz.”

I pulled him out of my mouth, wrapped my hand around him and stroked hard as I lifted up between his legs and looked at him laid out diagonal on his bed, his muscles flexing, his knees up, feet off the bed, long, powerful legs falling to the sides, his rock-hard cock flushed and distended, the veining I felt pulsing in my mouth I could feel doing that now in my hand.

“I wanna watch,” I whispered.

He lifted his head from the mattress, his hands moving, one shoving mine aside, his other going low to cup his balls, and he growled, “Then settle in for the show, baby.”

I settled in for the show, panting, restless, my palms sweaty and itching, wanting to touch him as I watched him jack off for me, massaging his balls, pulling at his cock, noises rolling up his chest, his hips lifting to thrust in his hand.

I gave a small cry right along with his low groan as he dug his dark head into the mattress, exposing the strong line of his jaw through his beard, the cords of his throat taut, and the creamy stream jetted from his cock up his chest.

He was milking himself when I could take no more.

I crawled up him and plastered myself to him, taking his head in my hands and driving my tongue in his mouth even through his labored breathing.

He recovered enough to kiss me back and force his arms out from where I’d trapped them between us. He latched onto me around my hips with one, holding me steady as his other hand dove between my legs, two fingers thrusting right in.

I moaned into his mouth as he gathered my wet, pulled his fingers out and circled my clit hard.

It took perhaps ten seconds before I sank my teeth in his lower lip, heard him grunt, felt his arm around my hips tighten, slide, his hand going down, in. He again coated his fingers with my wet and slid them up, gliding one into my ass.

I released him as my head shot back and I cried out as I came.

He worked my clit through my climax and kept stroking me tenderly, fucking my ass the same, as the jolts turned to shudders then to trembles and I collapsed on top of him, my face in the side of his neck.

Johnny slid his finger out, gliding that arm up my back and his hand between my legs traced around so he could wrap that arm around my waist.

I caught my breath against his skin.

After I was sated and settled on top of my man, he started trailing his fingers down and up the back of my thigh.

“When we get down to making babies, sp?tzchen, I’m thinking I’ll need my cum to find its way inside you, and I don’t mean you absorbing it through your skin,” he teased.

“You come inside me plenty,” I muttered, and he absolutely did.

One could say five months of togetherness had not affected the intensity of our attraction to each other.

In fact, one could say the exact opposite.

“When we get down to making babies, Iz, we’re gonna be serious about that and step up our game.”

That comment forced my face out of his neck so I could look down at him.

“More sex?” I asked, astonished.

He grinned. “Definitely. A lot more.”

“We have a lot of sex now.”

“I’m a guy who’s thorough when he does a job, Iz, but I’m thinkin’ with that job, I’ll be meticulous.”

I rolled my eyes and let my head plop down again.

Johnny chuckled under me and kept stroking the back of my thigh.

We lay together for a lovely while before he said quietly, “Now we got that sorted, when you wanna move in?”

“Tomorrow?”

His arm around me went tight and his hand at my thigh quit stroking and gripped hard.

Johnny’s way of saying he liked my answer.

“Though I probably should talk to Addie,” I continued, “and sort some things out. So how about the weekend after next?”

He curled his hand around the inside of my upper thigh and held on as he replied, “Works for me. I’ll start making calls. Get some plans for stables drawn up.”

I lifted my head, looked into his eyes and began, “The cost of that, Johnny—”

His hand left my thigh and cupped my face, his thumb pressing against my lips.