Page 40 of Love You Already
Then Lachlan is there, right there, sinking into me and stretching me perfectly. “Yes!” I cry out at the feeling of him stuffing me full. The man's cock is a work of art I'm blessed to experience.
Unlike earlier this morning when he was focused on dragging out my pleasure, this time he's going fast and hard. I have to hold tight to his shoulders to make sure I don't fall off the edge of the counter. Meanwhile, his body absolutely decimates any rational thoughts I had. Everything is blurred in a kaleidoscope of lust, color, and sound. I can't make heads or tails of anything, yet I'm more alive than I've ever been.
“Come on, Ace. Give it to me. Come on my cock, and I'll move in. You'll have access to me, to my cock, and to my mouth as much as you want. I'm all yours.”
I break apart at the promise. Thighs quivering, head pressed to his throat, arms clawing at his shoulders.
“That's it, baby. You're doing well, Ace. Milk my cock dry. My wife is so greedy.”
Another orgasm tears through me and this time I scream. It's a broken sob that swirls around with Lachlan's shout of release that I can't imagine a life where this isn't the normal. Where I don't get to experience this connection with him. This rightness.
“Let's get dressed and get you fed,” he tells me after we come down from the high. “I need to replenish you for the next round. I'm failing in my husbandly duties.”
I shake my head as I lead him into the bedroom. It's another half hour before we make it to the car.
* * *
“You sure do love your sugar,” Lachlan says when I add another box of pop tarts to the cart.
I scowl at him. “Some of us have taste.”
“Are you saying I don't have taste?”
“There's something really wrong with a man who finds brussels sprouts good. You're voluntarily eating vegetables.” I shiver at the thought.
He chuckles as he pulls me into his chest. He's been like this since we left the diner earlier. Together we put back enough food for a family of five before loading up to come to the grocery store. Since the first item in the buggy, we've done nothing but argue our way through the entire shopping trip. Not in an angry sort of way. More like we're learning about each other, and we keep getting surprised by what we find.
“You've got enough sugar to put down a toddler, Ace. I'm a big guy, so yeah, sometimes I indulge, but the bulk of my calories need to be healthy. I've got to move with ease on the ice, not want to take a nap on the bench.”
I giggle at the picture that paints. “I can't imagine you laying out napping like that. There isn't enough room anyway.”
“Not at all, especially when you've got a ton of other big guys taking up the space left. You watch a lot of hockey?”
“Beckett tried to convert me years ago. I sat through a few, but never felt connected to it really. I think I might have a reason to watch it now though,” I tease as I raise on my tiptoes to kiss him.
As usual, when our lips touch, we forget other people are around. At least that's the case until I hear a throat clearing behind me. I jolt so hard, Lachlan has to catch me so I don't fall backwards. His eyes sparkle with humor until he looks up at the person who interrupted us.
When I spin, I realize why. It's Verle, Shit.
“It's not very ladylike to kiss strange men in the cereal aisle, Rose Wright. I'm sure your father taught you that much,” she says all matter-of-factly.
I bristle at the words. “He taught me a lot of things, but when and where to kiss wasn't a big priority. Besides, I think it's ok to kiss my boyfriend however I please.”
Her gaze whips up to Lachlan at the title. “Really? I remember you, son. You're renting the house on Fern.”
“Yes, that's me.” He doesn't offer her any more details.
“And this thing,” she waves between us. “It's serious? Don't you have a career in Houston? How did you two meet anyway?”
Panic rushes through me at her question. This was something we were supposed to discuss before now. I'd been thinking of plans and ways to answer but hadn't stuck with anything.
“I met her while she was still riding months ago. We connected and then, as luck would have it, I was traded out here. My schedule is busy during the season. We didn't get together again until this summer. I couldn't spend another day away from my Ace.” Lachlan really amps up the story and emotions without actually lying about anything. Well, besides the whole boyfriend title. And even then, he's underselling it.
Though the idea of Verle finding out he's my husband is amusing. Her face would give away every thought she had, and her gaze would likely analyze me for a baby bump since she'll think I'm trying to trap him.
“Well, isn't that lovely? You could have told me you had a gentleman when I asked you about it,” she chides me. “No matter now. I'm glad he's here, though it is odd he's renting the house given your time together.”
Again, Lachlan steps in to help. “It was actually a surprise to her that I'd be staying in town. Plus, we were doing some renovations at her place at the ranch. We weren't sure how long it would take before I could move in.”