Page 28 of Last Chance Seduction (Montgomery Ink Legacy #9)

Chapter Thirteen

Lexington

E very year, there is a certain week in which you weren’t exactly sure what day it was, nor if you were supposed to go to work, relax, eat a special meal, or celebrate with family.

No matter what though, you were filled with cheese.

And in this special case, you didn’t even have to be a Montgomery to be filled with cheese.

“Okay, this is the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.”

I couldn’t help but grin over at Mercy at her words.

She sat cross-legged on my bed, wearing only an old button-up flannel of mine and her panties.

She’d piled her hair on the top of her head with some form of scrunchie or hair tie.

It wasn’t really a scrunchie I didn’t think because it had long bandana-like strings to it, or maybe I was thinking too hard about her hair.

“So, do you like the cheese, the pastry dough, or the homemade cranberry chutney jam thing?”

I popped a bite of the homemade dish into my mouth, the buttery pastry mixing with the sharp yet buttery taste of Brie decadent underneath that sharp cranberry. I’d even gotten a tiny piece of rosemary that just sent the whole bite to pure bliss.

I hadn’t meant to groan out loud, but I couldn’t help it. The week of cheese was currently the second-best thing to happen this week.

The first best thing was Mercy wearing my shirt in front of me.

“I like it all. I mean, what could be wrong with this? It’s perfection. And I can’t believe how easy it was to make.”

“It was only easy because I bought premade pastry.” I shook my head. “If we’d had the time, I would’ve gone through the whole process of layering and folding and chilling, but it was either do that, or eat you out.” I held up both hands as if weighing the options.

She choked on her wine and set it down on the side table behind her. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Well, you did enjoy the fruits of my labor.”

“Considering I paid you back by choking on your cock to the point that my eyes watered, I think we’re even.”

I threw my head back and laughed. Every time I tried to shock her, she met me word for word. “If we were to count orgasms, I don’t think we’re even.”

“One of the best things about being a woman is a multiple orgasm. So in reality, there needs to be some form of algebraic equation. You know, the number of orgasms for a woman must have must equals 3X + 4. Where X is the number of orgasms a man has, and 4 is just a number I came up with because sometimes having to deal with men in general requires an extra little flair.”

And now I was about to fall in love with her. “Did you just make a math joke for me? I think I just got hard again.”

“If math is what gets you off, I’m sorry, that was the best I could do. And I’m pretty sure I got that wrong.”

“I don’t even care if it makes no sense. However, it seems that if that’s the case, you may be owed a few more orgasms. Should I go get my tablet so we can write everything out?”

“Oh yes. And watch you accidentally show your family orgasm math.”

“We could start a whole new thing. Write books about it. The world would want to know.”

“I’m totally going to believe that men are going to read a book about a woman’s orgasm. Some of them can’t even find the clit.”

“Really? So now we have a math textbook, and it seems we need a geography one too?” I asked, tilting my head.

Mercy’s eyes widened, but I moved slowly, taking the food tray that we had shared everything on and setting it on my nightstand.

Now there was nothing between us, and I couldn’t help but notice the blush on her face.

And the fact that that blush slid down her chest, the peak between her open buttons tantalizing.

“Now, we have the beginnings of an algebra book. Let’s see what I can do with geography.”

“If this is your version of adult schoolhouse rock, I’m in.”

“We’ll have to write down everything later.” And then I jumped on her, loving the squeal that escaped her lips. I had her on her back, her legs spread, my body nestled between her thighs and felt as if I was home.

We had only left her house or mine once since Christmas Eve.

And that was only to see my parents the day after Christmas.

The blizzard had let up for a single day, as we had ended up being snowed in.

Then after we had gotten home celebrating a late Christmas, the snow had returned, and it didn’t make any sense to leave the house.

So we each worked, and I was pretty sure we were going to have sex on every piece of furniture in both of our homes.

I might end up with rug burn, but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.

“You taste like Brie and croissant,” Mercy mumbled against my lips.

“Hold on, that’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me,” I joked before I deepened the kiss, tugging her hair slightly.

We alternated between hard and fast and leisurely, and it felt as if we were in some form of bubble. One where whatever reality was at the end of this would hit us, but I thought I could possibly be ready for it.

Or maybe it was just me wishing I was ready for it.

I pushed all thoughts of what would happen after the holiday bubble burst and lifted myself to lean on one arm as I met her gaze.

She licked her lips as I undid each button, letting the flannel fall to each side.

Her breasts were the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen in my life.

And they were covered in my marks, as I was covered in hers.

I cupped her breast, letting it fill my hand.

I squeezed a few times, idly taking my time.

“Now let’s see, this part of geography is more of a mountainous region.”

“Oh really?” she asked, her eyes dancing.

I pinched her nipple hard between my fingers, and she gasped, her body arching. “And look at that. Was that an eruption?”

“Not quite,” she said, her body shaking with laughter.

I leaned over her, taking her other nipple into my mouth, loving the way that she squirmed beneath me. I lazily licked and sucked my way down her body, before finding myself face deep between her thighs and grinning.

“Now what do we have here?”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve licked every part of me at this point,” she said as she leaned up on her forearms.

“Well, I don’t know, if I’m going to write this geography book, I better explore.” I moved her panties to the side and grinned.

“And look at that. Somewhere new, at least for the day.”

I leaned forward, licked at her folds, and she moaned.

“No, that’s not your clit there.”

I teased her entrance with two fingers before spearing her quickly. She gasped, her inner walls clamping down around my fingers.

“No, that’s not your clit there either. However, there seems to be a spot in here that we might need to explore later.” I let my fingers rub against her G-spot, and she nearly came. However, I eased off, keeping her close to the edge.

“Now, what is this?”

I wrapped my free arm around her thigh so I could reach around her mound and spread her for me.

“Now look at that. Is that what I think it is?”

“Are you going to use that prim and proper voice all day?” she asked. “We do have plans later.”

“Well, if we have plans, I better see what I can do with this.”

With two fingers still deep inside her, I used my thumb to rub over her clit.

“What do you think about that?”

“Can’t think, can’t thought. Can’t talk.”

Laughing, I leaned down and lapped at her cunt. When she shot up off the bed, I used my hand to press her down and continued to fuck her with my fingers, licking and sucking every taste of her. And when she came, I continued to eat her out, needing that orgasm on my face.

Her body still shaking, she sat up quickly, and I removed my fingers from deep inside her. Knowing exactly what she wanted, I spread her wetness over her lips and as she opened her mouth, I shoved my fingers deep inside.

“Lick it, suck it.”

She did so, eyes on me, before she pulled back and licked her lips.

“My turn.”

My brows rose and I let out a laugh as she shoved me to my back. As I was only wearing boxer briefs, it wasn’t that hard for her to strip me naked. I kicked off my boxers so she would have easy access and watched as she knelt between my legs.

“Now, what do we have here?”

“A new geography lesson?”

“You’re going to have to explain it later, because I don’t think I’m going to be able to talk soon.”

With a wink, she opened her mouth and swallowed me whole. I groaned, nearly blacking out as my head fell back. The tip of my cock reached the back of her throat, and she swallowed, taking me deeper. I nearly came right then and gripped her hair tightly.

“Are you ready for me?”

She nodded, humming along my cock. I began to lift my hips off the bed, making sure to keep it gentle at first. I wouldn’t hurt her no matter what.

Her fingernails dug into my thigh, even as she gripped the base of my cock, keeping us steady.

We moved as one, having learned our rhythm, and when I was nearly ready to come, I tugged on her hair.

“I want inside that pussy. As much as I want to paint those pretty breasts, or even your face, I want your pussy.”

“How am I going to hang out with your family today, knowing you say the dirtiest things?”

“Please, do not mention that right now.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but instead I just crushed mine to hers.

We tumbled on the bed, each of us vying for who would be on top.

I reached for the condom, quickly sheathed myself, and before she could say anything, I had her on her stomach, her whole body pinned, and shoved into her.

We both groaned, the sensation familiar, and yet not at the same time.

When she tried to arch up, I shook my head and pinned her legs together.

“No, we’re going to try this way.”

“I’m so full this way.”

“Exactly.”

I leaned over her, kissing at her neck, her shoulder, as I slowly rocked my hips. When she finally came, as she had been rubbing herself against the bed, I pulled out of her and rolled to my back.

“Ride me woman.”