“Jesus fucking Christ. You drive me wild.”
I don’t have the energy to respond, my body spent.
There’s a loud knock at the door, followed by the bell ringing twice.
“What the fuck?”
“Who could that be?” I whisper as if whoever is at the door can hear me.
“There’s only one person it would be, and he’s about to be dead.”
The doorbell rings again, and I jerk, causing Walker to hiss. He’s still deep inside me.
“Sorry.”
“I’m going to set you down now.”
I shake my head, still feeling the after effects of my two orgasms. “I don’t think I can stand on my own. You have a way of making me almost immobile.”
A satisfied and smug smile crosses his lips, and he turns, taking us to the bathroom, where he sets me on the counter. My ankles unlatch, falling clumsily.
“Okay now?” He brushes my hair from my face.
“Maybe.”
He likes this answer, his grin growing. “God, I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
He steps back, kissing my forehead and reaching for another towel. He wraps it around my shoulders. “Take your time. I’ll bring you your coffee.”
He leaves and I hear a drawer closing as the doorbell rings again and again. “Asshole, if you don’t stop ringing that damn bell, I’ll kill you, Marcus!”
I giggle and find my strength, hopping off the counter and starting the shower. Quickly, I shower and leave the bathroom to find my coffee on the dresser. Also, Walker has laid out a clean t-shirt ne
xt to my pants from last night.
I catch my reflection in the mirror and know Marcus is going to realize exactly what we were doing. My wet hair is in a bun and my face flushed and glowing. Walker’s stubble left little marks on my cheeks and chin, which haven’t returned to normal.
Marcus is leaning against the counter with his own coffee when I walk into the kitchen. He looks me up and down, not hiding his amusement.
“Morning, Emi.”
“Morning, Marcus,” I answer happily, going to Walker’s side.
“Sorry to drop in so early. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” he goads me with a gleam in his eye.
“No, you’re fine. We just finished christening Walker’s closet,” I say with a straight face and watch his jaw drop.
“Jesus Christ,” Walker mutters, circling my waist and setting his chin on the top of my head. “Babe, we’ve got to have a talk about you sharing our sex life with everyone.”
“I thought you didn’t mind, seeing as you’re known as the ‘stud’.” I raise my face to his.
His dimple pops and his lips twitch, completely making me want to crawl on him again.
“Let’s try to tone it down.”
“If you say so.” I shrug and turn back to Marcus. “What’s going on?”