All it took was four rotations of my thumb on her clit, and she clenched down around me, making it almost impossible for me to tunnel in and out of her. Still, I gave it all I could and made it through that phase of her orgasm. It was when she began to grind her pelvis down that I lost it and went flying over the cliff, roaring as I came. It took over my body, and by the time it left, I had no energy left.
Apparently neither did she because after I carefully pulled out of her, I collapsed next to a comatose Sadie.
That night I fell asleep with a grin on my face. I’d fucked my woman into another dimension—literally. Then again, it wasn’t fucking, it was making love no matter what. I couldn’t tell her that because I wasn’t ready to open myself up like that yet, but she’d pulled me back from the darkness and had filled it with light. Cheesy but true. Her personality suited mine, and she showed me how to be strong through hell.
Yeah, I think I loved her, and so did my pierced penis.
I had just enough energy to pull the condom off, wrap it in a tissue, and throw it in the trash can beside the bed before I passed out, pulling her into me first.Chapter SevenSadiePulling the blanket up over my shoulder, I snuggled into its warmth and the heat coming from behind me. It was like a toasty bear, a toasty, cute Yogi Bear who wanted to be petted.
So that’s what I did.
Instead of making it purr—did bears purr?—it laughed, making my body shudder with it. Arsehole!
Rolling onto my side, I threw a leg over Yogi to hold him still. I needed more sleep.
Slowly through my non-caffeinated brain, I realized poor Yogi had alopecia or something because there wasn’t a lot of hair on him. Maybe bears went bald with age like my granddad had?
“Poor Yogi.”
That made him laugh again, shaking me awake. There went my extra sleep.
Blinking my eyes open, I came face-to-face with a naked chest. He might not have a lot of hair, but Yogi had definitely worked out over the years.
“You dreaming again, pixie?”
Tilting my head back, I saw a sexy throat, followed by a stubbly chin. Bears got morning stubble? Looking higher up, it seemed they also got human features.
It wasn’t until I got to the green eyes watching me, crinkled at the sides like he was smiling, that I realized it wasn’t a bear. It was a human.
I did what I hoped most women would do in my situation—I screamed in the person’s face and tried to roll back the way I’d come, except strong arms foiled that plan.
“Settle, pixie. Let your brain come back online, and it won’t seem so bad. Plus, if you move your leg again, the probability of you kneeing me in the balls is close to one hundred percent, and I’m hoping after last night that you like those balls fully functioning.”
The words registered, but they took slightly longer to filter through the brain fog I had going on. Not only was I void of caffeine, but I felt like I was dying. My head hurt, my mouth was dry, my vagina hurt…
Wait, why was my vagina hurting?
Then it all came flooding back. Rolling around naked in bed with Elijah, sucking on his pierced penis, that same penis being inside my vagina… My head snapped up from where I’d been staring at his chin to say something—freaking anything—narrowly missing his chin.
“I shagged Elijah Townsend,” I screeched in his face, telling him something I was hoping he remembered unnecessarily.
“Rossi,” he added, the smile on his mouth matching the one I’d seen around his eyes. “Yeah, you did. And I want to do it again, except sober this time.”
“Oh my God,” I breathed. “Sober shagging Elijah Townsend-Rossi. I don’t… I mean, how… I don’t even know what I mean,” I groaned, dropping my head again and smushing my face against his chest.
Did I want to shag him again? This time sober? Does Yogi Bear shit in the woods? That was actually a good question.
“Does Yogi Bear shit in the woods?”
I swear he stopped breathing, the only movement coming from him the way his hands spasmed slightly on my sides. And then he rolled over onto his back, taking me with him, and a massive bellow of laughter came bursting out of him. Given that I had an ocean of alcohol in my system, the movement made my stomach roll, and when he didn’t stop, I came close to losing control of my ability to hold it in.
Which was why I started begging. “Please, please stop shaking me unless you want me to throw up all over you.”
The words had an effect, and it stopped as he rubbed my back. “Not sure if he shit in the woods, but seeing as how he was a bear, I’m thinking he probably did. Was that last night’s dream?”