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  I look down between us, excited pants coming out of me as I watch Baker sheathe himself with the condom. As soon as he’s finished, his fingers slide down the edge of the lace between my legs, tugging it roughly aside with one finger. Pressing his hips forward just the tiniest bit, the tip of his cock slides through my wetness. His mouth is back on mine, swallowing my moans of pleasure as he continues to slide himself through my wetness, the swollen head of his cock brushing against my clit every time he pushes forward. His hands smack down on the cheeks of my ass, squeezing and pulling me closer to him, my leg tightening around his hip as I teeter on the edge of the washing machine, with his cock pressing right against my opening.

  “Fuck me like you hate me,” I break the kiss, speaking against his mouth.

  I can feel the corner of his mouth tip up slightly as he holds himself perfectly still.

  “Really?”

  I roll my hips forward and tighten my leg around him, trying to get him to move, to finally put out the burning need between my legs that he started as soon as he kissed me by my front door.

  “I don’t know.” I shrug. “I heard it somewhere once, and I’ve always wanted to say it. How about, fuck me like you’re super pissed about something?”

  No sooner do I get the words out, when Baker crashes his lips against mine again, and he’s thrusting into me, full and deep and all the way to the hilt all at once. It’s a good thing he’s kissing me, because I let out the loudest sound into his mouth I’ve ever made when I finally feel him inside me, so hard and full and incredible.

  My arms wrap around his shoulders so I can hold on for dear life, and both of his hands clutch tightly to the cheeks of my ass. He deepens the kiss and immediately starts pulling his hips back, thrusting into me with hard, shallow, jerking movements.

  It’s quick, and it’s dirty, and it’s frantic, and it’s everything I ever imagined secretive laundry room sex would be. My jeans are still dangling off my knee, Baker’s shirt is still on, and he’s fucking me on top of the washer while my underwear is still on.

  Baker kisses his way down the side of my neck, grazing his teeth over the one spot I like so much. He continues to nip and suck the side of my neck while he thrusts into my body with hard pumps of his hips between my thighs. My bare leg is still wrapped around his hip, but now it’s slipped down and is wrapped tight around his ass. I can feel his muscles bunching and tightening under my calf with the force of his thrusts. My hands move to the back of his head, and I jerk him away from my neck and bring him back up to my mouth, needing some way to muffle every noise that wants to come out of me each time he slams against me, and his groin hits the perfect spot.

  The sounds of panting, and grunting, and the squeak of a loose washing machine leg as he thrusts into my body fills the dark room. My orgasm is coming fast and strong, picking up speed as Baker clutches his hands tighter to my ass, yanking me against him so he can fuck me deeper, and harder, and faster. I’ve been teetering on the edge of this orgasm all night since he walked in the door, each time Baker looked at me, and each time his body would brush against mine all night. Feeling him pound into me like he can’t get deep enough, can’t get close enough, and hearing his muttered curses of pleasure each time he plunges roughly inside me and feels how tightly I clench around him, and feels how wet he’s made me just by being in the same room with me all night, will go down in history as one of the hottest moments of my life.

  Baker sucks my tongue into his mouth as he buries himself inside me so hard that the washing machine smacks against the wall behind us, and my orgasm is suddenly exploding out of me. I’m coming before I’m ready, long before I want this hot, dirty moment to end. I feel myself clenching even tighter around his cock buried deep, as wave after wave of my release washes over me, and I’m crying out into his mouth as I jerk my hips against him, rubbing myself against his groin so I can prolong this mind-blowing feeling.

  Baker’s thrusts get impossibly faster and harder, the washing machine bumping into the wall behind us with each rough pound of his hips between my thighs. He yanks his mouth away from mine and buries it into the side of my neck to muffle his curses as he slams into me one more time, holding himself still as his cock pulses inside me with his own release, his warm breath puffing against the skin of my neck.

  I don’t know how long we stay wrapped around each other with Baker’s head still pressed against the side of my neck, and his cock still twitching and pulsing inside me, but we’re still panting and trying to catch our breaths, so it’s not long. Definitely not long enough to prepare ourselves for the knock on the other side of the door.

  “Mom, is Ron Jeremy okay in there?”

  Baker’s head jerks away from my neck, and he looks at me with wide eyes.

  “Yep, he’s super. Why do you ask?” I shout back in a voice I try really hard not to make loud and shrill.

  “I heard some crying, and a bunch of banging. Did he get out of his cage?”

  I smack my hand over Baker’s mouth when he starts to let out a loud laugh. And then he presses his hand over my mouth when I can’t help it and a choked giggle comes out of me.

  His dick is still inside me, and my jeans are still hanging off one leg, and we can’t stop silently laughing. Our shoulders shake up and down as we continue holding our hands against each other’s mouth, our eyes glancing over to Ron Jeremy to find him staring at us in his cage on the dryer with a disgusted look on his face, which just makes us laugh even harder.

  I finally pull my head back from Baker’s hand after a few seconds once I’ve gotten myself under control, trying not to whimper when he slowly pulls himself out of me.

  “Ron Jeremy’s fine. I was just cleaning up in here and dropped some things,” I shout, quietly sliding off the washing machine and hopping on one foot to pull the one leg of my jeans back up. “Go on back to bed and I’ll be in there in a minute.”

  When Lincoln’s footsteps finally fade away and I finish refastening my jeans, Baker moves back to me and wraps his arms around me.

  “Come home with me and Lincoln for the reopening of the farm next month,” I blurt.

  “I was wondering when you’d ask me.” Baker smiles.

  “Oh my God, you knew?”

  He laughs, tightening his arms around me.

  “I just found out when you were putting the movie on for Lincoln, and I checked my emails from the last few days really quick. I found my flight confirmation to Montana.” His smile suddenly falls and he looks at me suspiciously. “Did you wait to ask me until now, because my dick was just inside you and you thought there was a better chance I’ll say yes?”

  “Maaaybe.” I shrug innocently, giving him the sweetest smile I can.

  “I already mentally packed my cowboy boots, assless chaps, and a cattle prod. You wasted all that time using me for sex, when I was already going to say yes,” he informs me.

  “We don’t live on a cattle ranch.” I laugh, pulling out of his arms and moving to the door.

  “Who said the chaps and the prod are for the cattle?” he questions, smacking one of his hands against my ass as I open the door, and we head back out into the kitchen.

  CHAPTER 25

  BAKER

  Piss Boner

  “Seriously, man. It can’t be this hard to aim.”

  I smile to myself, listening to Ember on the other side of her closed bedroom door, out in the hallway. It’s been two weeks since I tightened the screw on the leg of Ember’s washing machine so it wouldn’t squeak, and stuck a small sliver of wood under another leg, so it wouldn’t bang against the wall. You know, for future, quiet, nighttime laundry needs.

  Two weeks since I gave Ember the good old agitation cycle, and last night was the first night she finally felt bad enough about making me drive home in the middle of the night and let me sleep over. Because her piece of shit ex cancelled another one of his weekends since the last one, we had yet to have a kid-free night. Last night was the first time I found out Ember likes t
o sleep on every inch of her queen-sized bed when she first falls asleep, right smack in the middle, half of her body draped over mine all night, while she passes out face-down in the shape of an X.

  “We practiced with Cheerios, didn’t we? Remember the hundreds and hundreds of Cheerios we flushed down the toilet?”

  I chuckle as I lean against the headboard with my arms behind my head and the sheet pulled up to my waist. I’m supposed to be getting dressed so I can sneak out to the kitchen while Ember takes Lincoln in his room and distracts him for a few minutes, but she’s been out in the hall, right outside this door, since she quickly scrambled out of bed, threw on my T-shirt from last night, and I watched her hot, naked ass disappear under a tiny pair of cotton shorts. Before she squeezed through the sliver of an opening of her bedroom door so Lincoln wouldn’t see me in here, she held up her pinky and wiggled it at me.

  There was a long list of rules put in place last night before we shut her bedroom door and got into bed, and she made me pinky swear on each of them. One of them was that I needed to be dressed and in the kitchen when Lincoln saw I was still there from the night before. She wasn’t going to hide the fact that I spent the night from him, but she also didn’t want him seeing me come out of her room shirtless, with messy hair, and a dazed look in my eyes, because my dick had just been in Ember’s mouth.

  I had been in the middle of the most amazing dream. I was warm and relaxed, everything was perfect, and then it got even better when Ember suddenly appeared in my dream and put her mouth on me. Except it wasn’t a dream. I slowly came awake with the sun just starting to peek through her bedroom window, to find her straddling my thighs. My eyes came fully open just in time to watch the sight of her gorgeous, full mouth sinking down around my cock that she’d pulled out of my boxer briefs. My jaw dropped open on a choked groan, and my hips jerked forward when her mouth just kept sinking down on me until I hit the back of her throat, and then she fucking swallowed.

  I was warm, cozy, half-awake, and hard as a rock after dreaming about Ember all night, and having Ember’s body wrapped around me. Having her hot, wet mouth on me at that moment was going to end embarrassingly fast. Her mouth slid up my shaft, she sucked hard on the head of my cock, and that was it. One deep-throat from Ember and I was already opening my mouth and trying to pull my hips back to warn her that I was coming.

  And then Lincoln shouted on the other side of the door that they were out of milk, and Ember’s mouth came off the tip of my cock with a pop. She scrambled off the bed, quickly got dressed, and rushed out the door.

  I thanked the Lord above for blessing Ember with such a smart, wonderful, cock-blocking little man. Even though that is the only way I want to wake up in the morning from now until the end of time—one deep-throat. One. None of the orgasms I’ve given her in the last two weeks would prevent her from never letting me live that down.

  “It wasn’t me, Mom. I swear!” Lincoln argues out in the hallway. “I have great aim with my pee!”

  I was already slowly getting out of bed to get dressed when I heard the pee comment, and I start putting two and two together.

  Oh shit.

  Launching myself off Ember’s bed, I grab my jeans from the floor and quickly pull them on. I turn in three circles while I button them, looking for my shirt, before I realize I don’t have it. Because it’s currently on Ember’s body.

  “Oh, son of a bitch!” I whisper loudly, racing over to Ember’s closet and yanking the door open.

  We pinky swore on the clothing thing. I can’t walk out here without a fucking shirt on. Not just because it wouldn’t look right, but because there are also scratch marks over my pecs.

  “Oh, those marks? Those are just from where your mother dug her fingernails into me last night. She seems to really like it when I lock my elbows and hold myself above her, while I fuck her hard enough to leave bruises on the inside of her thighs. Who wants pancakes?”

  I hear Lincoln starting to get louder out in the hallway as he denies the pee, and my heart starts pounding in my chest. I grab the first shirt my hand touches without even looking at it, yanking it off the hanger and pulling it over my head as I race toward the door.

  “It wasn’t his fault!” I shout, throwing the door open and walking out into the hallway, two matching sets of green, Hastings eyes turning toward me.

  I start to get a little nervous that Lincoln’s eyes are so big and round as he stares at me in shock.

  I’m helping you clear your name, man. At least smile at me.

  But when I see the same wide-eyed, surprised look on Ember’s face, I calm down a bit, because I’m pretty sure she didn’t forget I was still here. My dick was in her mouth less than five minutes ago, so the shock must be from something else.

  I changed my name in her phone to Big Dick Dangler. She damn well better not forget my dick was in her mouth less than five minutes ago.

  “Nice shirt.” Lincoln snickers.

  “Very pretty,” Ember agrees, her own lips twitching.

  I look down at myself when both of them bust out laughing, holding their stomachs, throwing their head backs, and howling with it.

  “You stole my shirt,” I mutter under my breath to Ember, tears running down her cheeks as she continues to laugh.

  I grabbed something that felt like cotton. I was in a hurry, dammit. Like I honestly meant to grab a tight, white, V-neck shirt with giant, red, sparkly lips on the front. And since it’s Ember’s shirt I ripped off the hanger, this thing barely reaches my belly button.

  I’m wearing a fucking crop top with sparkles on it.

  “All right, no more making fun of Baker for his fashion choices,” Ember finally tells Lincoln, a few stray chuckles still coming out of her mouth. “If he wants to feel pretty and sparkly, we will support him in feeling pretty and sparkly. Now, let’s get back to the pee on the toilet seat thing.”

  Lincoln opens his mouth to argue his innocence again, and I quickly hold up my hand in his direction before he says anything else. Stepping closer to Ember, I dip my head down by her ear.

  “Sooooooo, that pee is probably from me,” I whisper.

  Ember pulls her head back to look at me.

  “Seriously? You’re a thirty-four-year-old man. This is almost worse than you possibly being a serial killer,” she whispers back.

  “Listen, I got up in the middle of the night, it was dark, and I was still kind of asleep. Your—” I glance over at Lincoln to see he’s picking at a hangnail and not paying attention to us. “—ass was rubbing up against me in your sleep. I woke up semi-hard and had to pee. It’s called a piss boner, it makes you pee in two streams instead of one, it looks like a goddamn spitting cobra, and you can look it up.”

  Satisfied with my scientific answer, I shove my hands in my pockets and smile at her.

  “What’s a piss boner?” Lincoln asks. “I want one. Can I have one?”

  My smile instantly falls, and before I can come up with some kind of outlandish definition for piss boner—“It’s a new bone they found in the human body made only from pee! Don’t ask your teacher. It’s a top secret pee bone.”—I get the extreme satisfaction of watching Ember become Super Mom. She immediately changes the subject and tells Lincoln he can have whatever he wants for breakfast since they’re out of milk. He runs down the hall, most likely planning on opening up the can of sugar and doing lines on the kitchen table.

  If Ember’s okay with it, I’m okay with it. That was fucking awkward.

  My hands are still in the front pockets of my jeans, and Ember comes up to me, sliding her arms through the crooks of my elbows and around my waist, looking up at me.

  “Good morning,” she says softly, lifting up a little to kiss my chin.

  Good thing these jeans hide my morning wood. Which is starting to turn into full-blown, “need to be inside of Ember immediately” wood.

  “Morning,” I reply back softly, pulling my hands out of my pockets to press them against her cheeks.

  She
lifts up, I dip my head, and we meet in the middle so I can kiss her.

  Since that night in the laundry room, we’ve had sex all over this fucking house. One night with Ember bent over the bathroom sink while I pounded into her from behind. One night in the front seat of my Jeep parked at the curb, where she bounced up and down on my cock, and I accidentally smacked the horn instead of her ass when I came. And one especially memorable afternoon in the shower, where I used my mouth and the detachable showerhead between her thighs, and she shoved a loofa in her mouth when she screamed my name. Twice.

  We’ve snuck away while Lincoln was distracted with a movie, and we’ve waited until he’s gone to sleep. I was completely honest with Ember when I told her it didn’t matter to me where or when. I understood she was a mother and that Lincoln came first, but I also quickly understood that she was a determined, creative, hot as hell woman when she wanted something. I just happened to be the lucky bastard she wanted.

  We’ve also cuddled on the couch and watched a movie, shopped for groceries, took Lincoln to see a movie, built a blanket and pillow fort that took up the living room and the kitchen, convinced Ron Jeremy it was okay to take a nap on Ember’s chest, cooked dinner together, and fought about the GPS in my Jeep giving out the wrong directions.

  I knew where I was going, goddammit. That fucking computer was wrong.

  Every day things, mundane things. But they weren’t mundane. They were the best two weeks of my life, because I spent them with a woman who makes me laugh, and a kid who gets my jokes and doesn’t hate me because I’m dating his mom.

  But out of all the times I’ve been with Ember over the last few weeks, this right here, this is my favorite. As our mouths lazily brush against each other with a slow, proper, good-morning kiss, her body is soft and warm pressed up against me. Her hair is mussed and her eyes are still heavy from sleep. She’s perfect and she’s mine.