“Shut up.” I slap his shoulder while blushing hot over my entire body. “We’ve been at it for hours.”
“And hours,” he confirms with a solemn nod, though the smug satisfaction in his expression grows.
Before I can say a word, he leaps up, hauling me with him. I squeal as he lifts me with one arm. “Ethan, what the hell?”
He strides out of the bedroom. So much for being depleted. His stamina awes me.
“Where do you think? To go make you some pancakes. I need to keep up my girl’s strength.”
Dex
Despite my good intentions, my plan to feed Fi pancakes goes south as soon as she tells me we need flour to make them.
“Shit.” I stop in the middle of the kitchen. Fi’s clinging to me like a little barnacle, her legs wrapped around my waist,her pussy pushed against my abs—which threatens to break my will and turn me back to the bedroom.
She smiles with sleepy but lust-filled eyes. “You’ve never made pancakes, have you?”
“I’m not much of a cook. Hang on.” I walk us over to the fridge. Holding her tight with one arm, I open the door and bendto rummage through it.
Fi makes another of her adorable squeals as we tilt down. But I’ve got her. She isn’t going to fall on my watch. She weighs next to nothing.
Vague fantasies of doing drills while carrying Fi on my back drift through my head as I grab a box of takeout and set heron the counter, earning another squeak.
“Shit, that’s cold,” she says with a laugh. But she leans back on one arm and gives me a cheeky grin, her golden hair stickingout wildly around her face.
Damn, but she’s gorgeous. So fucking perfect for me, she takes my breath. Sweet, perky tits with puffy nipples that alwaysseem to be begging for a suck. Tiny waist and wide hips. A butt that’s more than a handful. A true Tinker Bell body.
Though I’d never call her Tink the way Ivy and Gray do. She might be diminutive, but to me, she’s also larger than life.
Grasping her knees, I spread her thighs wide. Ah, and there’s that pretty pink pussy, all glistening for me. My favorite spotin the entire world. I step between her legs and rub her gloriously curvy hips. “I’ll warm you up.”
“I’m sure you will,” she murmurs, her gaze roaming over my chest in a possessive way that fills me with pride and gratitude.
“First, though, I promised to feed you.” I grab the takeout box and pull out a Chinese dumpling.
Fi’s brows lift. “Cold dumplings?”
“Best late-night snack ever.” I hold the dumpling near her lips. “Trust me.”
Her expression is dubious, but she takes a bite and makes a little moan of contentment.
“Good, yeah?”
She swallows down her bite and opens her mouth for more.
Carefully, I feed her dumplings until she tells me she’s done. Then I hand her some water. “All good?” I ask, kissing thesensitive little corner of her mouth.
“Yes.”
Good. Licking my fingers to get the dumpling grease off, I step closer. “Sorry I couldn’t give you pancakes at midnight.”
I run my hands up her soft thighs. One tug and she’s at the edge of the counter. Fi’s eyes narrow, her plump lips curlingin a sly smile.
I smile back, not saying a word but letting her know she’s mine all the same. The tip of my cock brushes her entrance. She’sslick and warm and holds all my attention.
A light shiver runs over her body. “Dumplings are a pretty good alternative.”
“Mmm.” I nudge her just slightly, taking hold of her hips to keep her steady.
