Like I’d go against what he said after what he’d just done for me. Bond could have asked me to shave my head, and I’d have done it at that moment out of gratitude to him.
Then, moving behind me, he placed a hand on the base of my spine and put pressure on it, urging me to arch downwards, and leaving me in the perfect position for him to take me from behind. No sooner had I done what he’d asked when he was thrusting back inside me, taking me by surprise.
This time, it was all for him, so I clenched down on him, hoping to give him at least a touch of what he’d given me.
“Fuck, Heidi,” he moaned, his hand clenching on my ass so hard I hoped there’d be bruises in the morning. “You feel so good around me. So hot. So tight.”
And I got even tighter when I squeezed my muscles around him. Except it backfired slightly on me. Each time I did it, it somehow made him skim across my g-spot even harder, meaning I was climbing that peak with him, instead of it being all about Bond. And once I knew this little bit of information, I couldn’t stop doing it, hoping we came at the same time.
“I can feel you getting hotter, your muscles spasming,” he murmured as he leaned over my back and moved one hand until it was between my legs.
I tightened further with each rub of his finger over my clit until it felt like every muscle in my body was going to snap.
“Bond!”
I felt his stubble rasp over my neck and ear, and then his mouth was right next to it. “Do it, baby. Come!”
I doubt it was the words that did it. It was more likely to be everything he was doing, but I catapulted over the edge, my muscles fluttering around him and driving both of us crazy as he tunneled in and out of me.
And then Bond came. Some women don’t feel it, but I always could. The kick as his orgasm hit him, followed by each pulse as he came inside me. It was an amazing sensation that I fantasized about a lot, and I doubted I’d ever get tired of it.
Both of us were breathing wildly, trying desperately to get the air into our lungs we’d forgotten to get during it all. But as my brain came back online, I realized in my desperation to yet again not wake my daughter up, I’d bit into my lip. I couldn’t taste blood, but it fucking hurt as I licked across it.
“Bond, will you move in with us?” I blurted, not meaning to say it right now, but knowing I’d have asked him soon anyway. “I don’t mean this second unless that’s what you want. It’s an invitation for when you think you’d want to, really. It’s pretty much your home anyway, so it’d just be—”
“Be quiet,” he said gently, kissing me between my shoulder blades. “There’s no need for you to try and downplay it, thinking I’ll freak out about it. Of course I’ll move in with you.”
Laying with my cheek on the comforter, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, feeling bolder now. “Tomorrow?”
His face was softer than I’d ever seen it look before. “I’ll take the day off work and get it done so I can live with my girls.”
I fucking loved this man. He got me. From start to finish, he understood me in a way no one ever had before. All I could do was try and be that woman for him, too, and be the one who supported him through bad times, and laughed with him through the good times. Heck, I’d even load his toothbrush up with toothpaste if he puked. Now that was love!
Finally, he shifted, his groin knocking against my ass cheeks. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, baby, but I need to pull out. Let’s get you into bed.”
Pushing back on him one last time, I pointed out, “If we do that, I’m going to leave a wet patch that you’re sleeping in.”
Smiling at me ruefully, he pulled his cock out of me in one swift motion, making me gasp and tense up to stop any mess following his departure. This was not the fun side of sex.
Slapping my ass cheek again, but lighter this time, he tugged me toward the en-suite bathroom. “You better get cleaned up!”
Sighing, I followed behind him with a big smile on my face. There are far worse things that could happen. Plus, he could argue with the guy fixing my wall and finally get it done correctly. He’d taken over two months, claiming he was squeezing me in between other jobs as a favor to the insurance company. No, what he was doing was taking advantage of the fact I was a single mother and assuming I didn’t have a brain on my head. Well, I had something better—a Bond.