Hot Summer Nights (Lucas Brothers)

“I missed you. I’m so fucking glad that this was my last trip. Next week, I am officially a member of your brother’s team,” I tell her, sucking on the lobe of her ear.

“No more traveling,” she breathes, making me smile, as I push my fingers inside of her wet center.

“If I go anywhere from now on, you’re going with me, Maggie,” I mumble, letting my teeth rake against her shoulder.

“I like the sound of that,” she purrs.

“Play with your tits, Maggie. Get yourself there, baby. I need to be inside of you,” I order, and while she begins to move, I grab her hips and turn her in the bed, coming up on my knees behind her.

Maggie goes on all fours, tilting so her ass is just right there in front of me. I massage those pale white globes, so fucking hungry that I can hardly stand it.

“God, Bryant, quit toying with me,” she whimpers.

“But you’re so fun to play with, Maggie,” I whisper, pressing my chest against her back and holding her prisoner on the bed. “And you like it, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “You know I do.”

“Just want to make sure you’re ready, sweetheart,” I croon, moving my hand over her body while I slide my fingers in and out of her.

“If I get any more ready, it will be too late for you to get yours, you big dummy,” she complains, making me laugh.

I wrap my hand around my cock and slide it between the lips of her pussy, letting her wetness cover my shaft. I stroke it, moving back and forth, pushing us both way too close to the edge.

“Feel like a quick ride with your man, Maggie May?”

“He better hurry if he even wants to join the ride,” she whimpers, and as if to prove her point, another flood of her juices covers my cock, as her pussy spasms against me.

I stop torturing both of us and position my head at her entrance and thrust inside her tight depths.

“God, you undo me, woman,” I groan as I begin to ride her. Maggie is with me every step of the way. Our bodies dance together in perfect unison, and I close my eyes and let it lead me. I can already feel Maggie coming apart beneath me.

“I love you, Bryant,” she gasps. “I love you so much.”

I kiss the back of her neck and grab hold of her hips and with one final thrust, go over the edge with her.

I roll to my side, pulling her with me, but instantly miss being inside her as she adjusts to the new position. I help her to turn and face me, pull her leg up over my hip and push back into her, making her tremble.

“You ever heard of a rest period, Bryant?” she murmurs, her voice soft and tender has she kisses my chest.

“Not around you, Maggie May. Not around you,” I respond, kissing the top of her head, feeling completely content. “I’ve missed the fuck out of you woman.”

“I missed you, too. I’m glad you’re not traveling anymore.”

“I don’t think I could make it if I did,” I laugh, but I’m not really joking. The emptiness I felt every night after I hung up with Maggie and Terry was like a living, breathing thing.

“It’s funny how once I got my head straightened out that I can’t seem to function without you.”

“It’s not funny, Maggie. It’s a gift and I’m damn thankful for it,” I correct her.

In the shadows cast by the moon shining in the window, I can see a smile play on her lips.

“You drove all night to get here, didn’t you?” she softly asks.

My gaze goes to the clock to see the red letters show that it’s just after three in the morning.

“I guess I did.”

“I’ll yell at you for doing it tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to be glad you did,” she snickers.

“How did your day go? Is Ida Sue still going through with the wedding?” I ask because I know she’s been dragging her feet a little, and Maggie was over there for a family dinner tonight.

“They’ve decided to have the wedding in September.”

“Jansen’s okay with that?” I ask, brushing some hair behind her ear.

“I don’t think he cares since they’re legally married now,” she laughs. “Are we really going to talk about my parents when your cock is buried inside of me?”

“I think we just did.”

“Good point,” she says, shaking her head.

“Get some rest, Maggie May. When you wake up, I’ll make you some pancakes and bacon.”

“I could cook breakfast for you,” she mutters.

“I haven’t had my fill of you yet, woman. I’d rather not die just yet.”

“Smartass,” she grumbles, but she does it yawning. I pull her closer, the heel of her foot pushes into my ass, and I sink deeper inside of her. I begin moving in and out of her—because I can’t stop myself.