He didn’t have to tell her twice.
Her hand went between her legs, found her swollen bud, her finger flicking at it a few times, then swirling around.
Moans added to the chorus of their breathing, slapping skin with his hips against her ass too. It was the best song she’d heard in years.
“I’m almost there,” she screeched. She was backing up against him as he was slamming into her. Her knees were getting sore on the hardwood floors, the blanket not offering much protection, but she didn’t want to stop and put a pillow there either.
There was no time if she decided to because her hand was moving as fast as it could, her body cresting and ready to topple over when the orgasm hit.
She had to put both hands on the floor to stop that from happening with as rigorous as Brennan was giving it to her.
“Jesus,” he shouted, then his body stopped and held her steady, the bite of his fingers into her flesh on her hips finally registering in her brain.
Then his chest hit her back, the weight of him pushing her to the floor and him rolling so they were on their sides.
“My knees and palms are burning,” she said and broke out into a fit of laughter.
“The same with my knees. They just gave out. I think I’m too old for this because all I can feel is pain in my body.”
She laughed even harder. “I thought the same thing.”
He kissed her neck. “But was it worth it?”
She sighed and snuggled into his chest, his arms wrapping her tight. “So worth it,” she whispered.
33
WALKED ON WATER
“Did you have a good holiday?”
Dread filled Brennan’s body over that question on Thursday when he picked Becca up from pre-K.
He turned to see Celia standing there, her eyes looking him over.
It’s like she was burning into his soul trying to figure him out.
“I did,” he said. “How about you?”
“I had to work New Year’s Eve and yesterday,” Celia said, shrugging. “The grocery store only closes for a few holidays a year and New Year’s isn’t one of them.”
“That’s too bad,” he said. They were waiting for the kids to be brought out. They couldn’t just walk in and get them, but had to buzz and give their names.
Celia did that now.
“It comes with the territory. One of these days I’ll have more control over the schedule. The kids at least spent the two days with their father and ruined any plans he might have had if he wanted to go out.”
He found that petty on Celia’s part, but it wasn’t his business.
“Not always a lot to do around here I’m learning,” he said. “Not unless you went to Boston.”
“That would be nice to do,” Celia said. “I miss going out with friends and doing something fun. How about you? Do you get to Boston often?”
“No,” he said. “No reason to go there unless it’s for work. Everything I need is right here.”
Thank God he could see his daughter coming through the window in the door.
Followed by Polly and Asher. Go figure.
