“Naughty girl,” he whispers. “Waking me up with my cock in your mouth like that.”
My weight bears down, and I grind against his hand. It’s shameless, but I don’t give a damn. The combination of his words and his hand is unbelievably hot.
Supporting my upper body weight suddenly feels impossible, and I crash into his chest. My head falls forward and lands between his neck and shoulder while my legs begin to shake uncontrollably. I moan so deep I think my lungs might burst.
He turns his hand to use his middle fingers, slow and controlled, working the perfect amount of pressure in circles around my clit. My eyes fall closed, and I can’t help but turn my head with an open-mouthed kiss at the base of his neck.
“Do you have any idea how much I loved filling up your mouth like that?” he whispers. “Next, it’s this cunt I’m going to fill.”
I rock against his hand, and when he finally works his fingers fast enough to make my entire body convulse, it hits me fast. Intense. And so damn good.
I collapse on top of Tripp, who instantly removes his hand from my pants and brings an arm up to wrap around me. I’m turned onto my back and looking up at him hovering above me in seconds. Aftershocks wrack through my lower abdomen while he smirks down at me.
“I’m too good at my job,” he says. “No tips needed that time.”
“You’re a cocky son of a?—”
He lowers his mouth to mine, and I pull him in close. Smiling in the middle of a kiss isn’t possible, is it? Except we’re both doing it. My legs continue to shake slightly, but my contentedsigh eventually melts every lingering tremor that insists on sticking around.
“What time is it?” I say between unhurried kisses.
“Time for me to pretend I don’t have a job or care what time it is.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but he ignores the look and kisses the side of my neck instead.
“I’m gonna miss you this weekend,” he mumbles.
No,whines. It’s adorable, and I run my hands through his hair. This all feels so new, yet natural at the same time. It feels right.
“I’ll miss you, too,” I say, placing a quick kiss on his temple before wiggling out of his arms and standing to stretch next to the bed.
Tripp buries his head in the nearest pillow with a frustrated growl.
“I’ll be here when you get back from your little bachelor party, you big baby.”
25
TRIPP
I strutinto the kitchen like I’m floating on a cloud. Even the bare pantry doesn’t faze me, despite having skipped breakfast this morning and not having more than a sandwich at lunch. I whistle happily as I walk to the fridge and take my chances at finding something for a late dinner in there instead.
The workday went quicker than I thought it would, and I crashed on the couch for a while, not long after walking through the door. Waking up early to my girl’s head between my legs this morning made me want to stock up on nap hours while I have the chance. I don’t plan on getting much sleep once she gets back.
My phone buzzes, and I think it might be Mesa, but when I pull it out of my pocket, I see that it’s an incoming call from Gage. I swipe a finger along the bottom of the screen to answer.
“Yello.”
“What are you so cheerful about?”
The fridge door slams shut, and I turn to lean against the kitchen island. “Naked Fridays, brother.”
“I thought Mesa was out of town.”
“Never heard of FaceTime sex?”
“Jesus,” he huffs.
“I’m kidding.” I chuckle and move toward the cabinet to get a glass and fill it with water. “I just took a nap. What’s up?”
