Pull You In (Rivers Brothers Book 3), стр. 62
"I finished. You'll never guess who just emailed me, though."
"Who?"
"Remember that book that inspired our tufted headboard?" she asked.
"Yeah. Went off the radar since."
"Well, until now. She has a new one coming out. And she wants me to edit it."
"No way."
"I know, right?"
"Does it sound good?" I asked, wrapping my arm around her.
"It sounds really, really steamy."
"So then... yes," I concluded, smiling down at her when she smirked up at me.
"But nothing blows up and no one goes on any car chases."
"I'm always down for a good bed-breaking session," I told her. "And not only because we broke ours making this," I told her, tapping my fingers on her belly.
"God, that was humiliating to have your brothers over to help you cart it out."
"Speak for yourself," I said, chuckling. "It was one of my proudest moments."
"You would—Kade!" she called, making my gaze follow hers.
Comet was relieving himself on a bush.
And Kade thought it was a keen idea.
"If it's any consolation, girls don't tend to pee on bushes," I reminded her as she let out a mom whimper.
"This is true," she agreed. "Oh no," she said, lurching forward when Kade fell forward and let out a shriek. "You don't think he's..."
"Covered in his own, and the dog's, piss? Yep, I do," I said, sighing.
"Go get him. I'll run the bath," she said, half frustrated, half amused.
This life shit, it wasn't always glamorous.
But there was no one else I'd rather wash dog pee of our kid with than Katie, that was for damn sure.
Kate - 12 years
"Hello?" I called, trying to balance the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I folded warm towels from the dryer.
"How was your day?" Rush's voice asked, making my brows knit together as I moved to the doorway out of the laundry room, looking at him sitting on the couch in the living room, legs propped up on the coffee table.
"Ah, it's the same as it was when you asked me when you came home twenty minutes ago," I told him, smiling because he was being weird.
"A little stressed, huh?" he asked.
"I mean, we have three children. So I'm always a little stressed."
"I can take that away for you, baby," he told me, making my lips curve up higher as an old, familiar wobbly feeling moved through my core.
How long had it been since I'd felt it, since we'd done anything even remotely sexy?
A couple weeks?
God, a couple months?
I was pretty sure it was a couple months, right before the stomach flu ripped its way through our family, leaving everyone feeling depleted and awful for a full two weeks afterward.
I mean, droughts happened.
I think after Kade was born, we didn't have sex for like four months. We were too damn tired. Even with all the help.
But we didn't have the new baby excuse now. Or even the 'everyone is getting over being sick' one either.
In fact, we had no reason not to since the Mallick crew had just swooped by to take our mongrels to the movies at the beach.
"Oh yeah?" I asked, tossing the towel back into the dryer, moving into the doorway, watching my husband as he sat there pretending I wasn't just a few feet away.
"You know what would make you feel better?"
"What's that?"
"If I buried my face in your pussy and make you come until your legs won't hold you up anymore," he told me, making my thighs press together as the need started to grow.
It didn't matter how long it had been, when Rush started his dirty-talking, I was right back where we first started, in my old apartment, fantasizing about a man I was sure could never be mine.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked, tone getting deeper, huskier.
So many nights, on that phone, I heard that same sound, wanting to believe he wanted me, but believing it was impossible.
"Yes," I told him, feeling my breathing get faster, more shallow.
"Are you wet for me?" he asked. "Run your fingers down your pussy for me," he demanded.
My hand slid down my body, going into pajama pants I'd put on after my shower at five p.m. because I knew there was no chance I was going out, slipping under my panties, hearing the catch in my breath as my finger moved over my clit, already swollen, already aching.
"Wet, right?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Finger-fuck yourself for me," he demanded, reaching to undo his jeans, reaching inside to pull out his cock, already hard and straining, making the pressure on my lower stomach start to ache as my fingers slid inside myself on a low moan.
A sexy, familiar rumbling noise worked through Rush's chest as he started stroking himself.
"You want my cock, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes," I moaned.
"Yes, what?" he demanded.
"Yes, please," I told him, watching as his head finally swiveled in my direction, eyelids heavy, eyes hungry.
"Then come over here and ride me," he demanded, ending the call, tossing it toward the coffee table where it bounced off and hit the carpet, completely forgotten as I dropped my phone into the laundry basket and made my way toward him, stopping in front of him on the couch.
His hands moved to my hips, slowly drawing down my pants, my panties, going slowly, like we had all the time in the world, like my body wasn't begging for release.
Once I stepped out of the feet, his hands slid around, cupping my ass, drawing me closer as he leaned up, pushing his face between my thighs, running his tongue up my cleft, making my thighs tremble as he found my clit, started working it in soft, slow circles, driving me up.
His hand slipped from my ass, going between us, two fingers thrusting inside me, turning, raking over