His thumb circled her faster, harder as he matched each stroke of his cock. She loved his body inside hers. Loved his voice telling her what to feel. Loved the way he was so big and strong and in control and she could still break him with her own pleasure. That was what he wanted. Her orgasm. Her need. Her body taking him in.
“Please,” she said again, so close to the edge. “Please. Alex.” And then she came, screaming, arching up, her nails digging into his arms, trying to bring him with her. Another wave rolled through her, pushing another scream from her throat. She heard him curse. He fucked her harder. And then his hips were tight against hers as he grunted. His cock jerked inside her. She was floating.
She had no idea how long they were frozen like that, bodies still joined and brains not working, but he eventually leaned in to lay his weight on her. He kissed her neck, her shoulder.
“I love hearing my name when you come,” he murmured.
“Ha. Narcissist.” But when she curled her arms around his back, he sighed and melted into her. He liked to be held after he treated her like a whore. Sophie smiled into his skin. She wouldn’t tease him about that. Yet.
“Can you spend the night?” she asked.
“Yeah. I was actually hoping you’d take me in. The kitten was just a ploy.”
“Okay, but I’m taking you in for your shots tomorrow.”
His laughter rumbled through her. “Fine. But for now... Let’s order a pizza from bed.”
“Perfect. I don’t suppose you like veggie?”
“I should’ve known.” He scooped her up and carried her down the hall. “Though after tonight, I might have guessed meat lover’s.”
Her shrieks echoed against the wood floors. With all the screaming she’d done tonight, her poor neighbors were going to believe everything they read about her in the paper. But it would be worth it.
CHAPTER TWENTY
“LAST ONE,” SHANE SAID, before the drill screamed. He stood and stretched. “Shit. I should’ve let you have the honor. This is your first big project.”
“All I did was lift and hammer and saw exactly what you told me to. This was your deal.” Alex stood shoulder to shoulder with Shane and looked over the ramp they’d installed to the front door of their mom’s house. It had taken two full weeks, but thanks to Shane, it was solid as hell and could still be easily removed if her rental contract on the house ever came up.
“Maybe it’s too much,” Shane said, eyeing the ramp with an overly critical eye for the hundredth time since they’d started.
“We’re heading into winter soon. The doctor said her stiffness may get worse. She’ll need the scooter more, and that temporary metal ramp was crap.”
“Right.” But Shane still frowned at the ramp. Ironic, considering he’d carved each corner post with a relief of pine trees. It was probably the nicest wheelchair ramp in the state. “Well, I’m glad we got it finished before you leave. When are you going?”
“In three days.”
“You leaving the bike here?”
“Yeah. Mom said I could store it in her garage until I get back.”
“Good. That means you’ll have to come back.”
“Yes, but then I’m off again.” He grinned and Shane shook his head.
“You’re in a bad way.”
“Fuck off,” Alex grumbled, but then he spotted the source of his trouble walking down the sidewalk and he felt a weakness he couldn’t deny.
“Did you see it?” she called out, waving her phone.
“See what?”
“Your mom wrote to the paper again.”
“Oh, shit,” Alex groaned. She’d been so much better. She’d been almost normal for a whole week now. “Tell me you’re kidding.”
“I’m not,” Sophie said. “Is she around?”