“Don’t you dare, Nathan Cox,” she ordered. “I have to go to work, and I can’t be late.”
“I won’t make you late,” I said as I smoothed my hands around her hips to her belly.
She shivered in the mirror and looked at me while my hands moved for the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her pants. Once my hands slipped underneath both and got to bare skin, one went north, and the other went south.
She shivered and pressed her butt against me, wiggling her backside against my cock that was very ready for her, even though it’d already had her less than twenty minutes ago.
My every morning started out with a dip in her sweet heat.
My every evening ended the same way.
But sometimes, when I watched her get ready, I couldn’t help myself from touching.
I’d denied myself so long that it was an impulse that I could finally give into. And I did it quite a bit. Even when she had to go to work in fifteen minutes.
“I already started your coffee, got your lunch ready, and put it all next to the front door next to your nursing bag. All you need to do is finish your makeup,” I teased.
She had a mascara wand in her hand, and the tube in the other.
But she was standing still, mouth slightly parted, as my hands dipped down.
One to her breast and the other to her pussy.
My fingers delved between the lips of her sex, splitting around her clit, and stopping at her sopping entrance.
Palm pressing against the bundle of nerves, I wasted no time slipping two fingers inside of her.
She groaned and reached down to place her hands on the bathroom vanity.
Black mascara smudged the counter where the wand touched the granite.
But she didn’t care, and neither did I.
Not until I got her off a few minutes later after torturing her a bit.
She panted and looked at me like I’d wrecked her.
I couldn’t help but grin and wink at her in the bathroom mirror.
“I have to change my panties now,” she gasped.
I pulled my fingers out of her pussy with slow deliberate movements, then brought my hand out of her panties and licked my fingers clean.
Her head shook as she blinked at me in disbelief.
“I would totally reciprocate,” she admitted. “But I think that your ride is knocking at the door.”
Malachi was.
I’d heard it just as Reggie was screaming my name.
Pressing a kiss to her throat, I quickly washed my hands and headed for the door. “Call me if you need me.”
She followed me out, a curious expression on her face.
When I opened the door and revealed Malachi on the front porch, Reggie frowned. “Whatever you’re doing, boys, be careful.”
Malachi grinned at her.
I gave a thumb up.
“Give my boy a kiss for me,” I called out.
Then I closed the door behind me.
“You ready?” he asked, shivering slightly at the chill in the air.
I groaned. “Ready as I’ll ever be.
***
“Let’s go,” I said as I slipped the wet suit into place over my shoulder and fitted the gear onto my face.
Malachi jerked his chin, fitted his own gear into place, and dove into the river.
I followed behind.
Unfortunately, water leaked into my mask and I resurfaced and pulled the mask away from my face.
When I did, something caught my eye on the shore.
A man.
He was standing next to a tree that overhung the water slightly, staring at us.
However, I was too far away, and my mask was too foggy for me to really get a close look at him.
Once I had it fixed, the guy was gone, and I dove back down to start helping.
When I got there Malachi handed me a metal detector and a net-like device that we could dig into the dirt with.
I thought that it might be at the surface, that we would just be able to see it, but Malachi explained that when things fell, they got buried in the dirt because of the current of the river.
So as we scanned the area, I didn’t expect to see the red bag that Reggie had dropped.
My first find was a cell phone in one of those plastic waterproof bags.
My second was a bracelet.
My third, fourth, and fifth were watches.
It was on my fifth find that happened to be a railroad spike that I felt the tap on the shoulder.
It’d been over an hour of us searching, and I’d kind of sort of given up hope of finding her bag. Except when I looked up to find Malachi in front of me, he was holding out Reggie’s bag.
I fist pumped and gestured upward and he followed.
When we finally surfaced, I ripped off my mask and hooted with excitement as Malachi surfaced right beside me.
“Is it there?” I asked hopefully.
He unzipped the bag and revealed her waterproof Kindle, that still worked might I add. “I don’t know where it’s at in here,” he admitted. “But it is her bag. Let’s head to the bank and make sure.”