Mushy asshole.
Just as he was about to drift off, she coughed and the condom she’d clamped between her teeth hit his shoulder.
He looked up and noted her grin. “See? Kept you quiet, didn’t I?”
“Yes.” She nipped the top of his ear and his cock twitched inside her. Jesus. He’d be locked and loaded again in no time. “Next time I won’t make it so easy on you.”
“Oh, that was easy, huh?”
She pushed him onto his back and propped her elbows on his chest so that her hair tumbled down around them. Despite the move, he remained lodged in her sweet pussy. “You forget I’m sickly and weak,” she teased, gyrating her hips. “But what do you know, I’m feeling better already…”
With a dramatic sigh, he tipped his head back into the pillows. “You’ll be the death of me, Doctor.”
“Only if you’re lucky, O’Halloran.”
Chapter Six
“Uhh. Come in.”
Sara rubbed the persistent itch on her nose. She’d awakened to what she was sure were cries of passion, but they weren’t hers. She patted the empty, cool spot beside her in the bed. They weren’t Brad’s either.
Brad. The smile stole across her face as she snuggled down into her pillow. Her lover. And what a lover he was.
“Ooh, come in. Come in!”
She jerked up on her elbows and stared at the bird circling his cage across the room. Had Telly really just asked her to come in? His vocabulary was expanding all the time—
“Come in, come in hard!”
“Oh, Christ,” she muttered, pressing her fingers to the dull throb in her forehead. Great. Her bird had witnessed her night of debauchery, and apparently they hadn’t been nearly as quiet as they’d hoped.
It was all Brad’s fault. What that guy could do with his hips should be illegal. And his stamina… He took go all night to new levels.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and winced. Which accounted for the burn between her thighs. Well, that and his stubble.
“Oooh, oooh, uhh!”
“Okay, that’s enough of that.” Sara rose and hobbled over to Telly’s cage. She’d used muscles last night that had gone into dormancy the last few months, and holy Toledo were they screaming today. “You trying to rat me out, Telmeister?” She’d been working with him on his vocabulary since he was a baby, and didn’t it figure he’d jumped a grade ahead in his learning overnight?
“Uhh, come in!”
The giggle spilled out of her as she leaned her face against the bars. He shuffled closer and pecked her forehead, his version of a birdy kiss.
“Nope, no more coming of any kind today.” She’d sort of made a resolution in the wee hours of the night. It involved taking a couple days to reevaluate the abrupt change in her relationship with Brad over the past week—
“Hey, gorgeous.”
His voice dripped over her spine like melted caramel, hot and sweet. Her pussy actually tingled as if it missed him. No doubt there. Of course it missed him. When needy body parts made good friends with others that fit into them so enthusiastically, why wouldn’t they swell up and get all wet in anticipation of their next meeting?
She swallowed and shut her eyes to give herself an extra moment to prepare. Maybe he’d look really bad this morning. Exhausted and bloodshot-eyed and rumpled. Not sexy at all. She’d view him in the unforgiving light of the day and tell him in her best professional voice that they should assess where they were now that they’d become intimate.
“Come in, come in, ooh, uhh!”
Brad’s laughter made her grin in spite of herself. “Sounds like the bird’s frisky.”
“He’s a terrible mimic.”
“I don’t know. Sounds pretty good to me.” Brad’s voice lowered. “Somebody gets noisy when they’re knocking on heaven’s door.”