Page 11 of One Lustful Summer (Texas Summer #14)

Rowan

“Hey, Daddy?”

Jodi calls as she walks into the kitchen and climbs up on the stool at the kitchen island.

“Yeah,”

I answer as I give her my full attention. She’s still in her pajamas, her hair askew from sleep. It’s the first day of summer break and she is in no rush to get ready to leave for summer camp at the library.

“How do you count cows?” she asks.

I give her my ‘thinking’ look, tilting my head to the side.

“With their hoofs?”

“No, silly. With a cow-culator!”

She giggles and I chuckle as I turn around and grab her breakfast. Once I set her up and she’s eating, I finish getting myself ready for the day.

Today is demo day at Maggie’s. I had a dumpster delivered yesterday in preparation. I scheduled a five-man team today to do the most labor intense parts, leaving some of the easier parts for Maggie to complete.

Every day since Sunday, Maggie and I have had to steal moments here and there. Tonight after Jodi’s been dropped off at my parents, we’ll head to Gypsy for the traditional Thursday night date of dinner and trivia.

Walking out to the kitchen, I see Jodi has finished her breakfast and placed her dishes in the sink. I make quick work of wiping down the counters and then head to her room to see if she is getting ready. I find Jodi in her bathroom already dressed and brushing her hair.

It’s a little heartbreaking every time she learns to do things on her own. I know she is growing up, and I don’t want to deter that. But it still breaks my heart. There will be a time in the future that she won’t need me.

I lean on the doorframe and wait for her to finish. Once she’s ready, we hit the road. Drop off is quick and simple at summer camp, and I’m grateful that Jodi does so well.

When I arrive at Maggie’s, I park next to her vehicle and step out of the truck. My eyes search the yard and I see my crew gathered at the back of John’s truck. He’s the foreman of this crew and would usually handle most of the renovation. However, this job is personal, so I plan to be here most days.

I towards the crew, but stop short when Maggie comes around the front of the house. Her signature outfit on—tank top, cutoff jeans and a pair of chucks. Upon seeing her, I change direction and make my way to her.

Once she is within reaching distance, I pull her close and steal a kiss. It’s quick and chaste, but we still get catcalls from the guys. Maggie laughs it off as we walk towards the crew.

After instructions are delivered, everyone gets to work. The day flies by and by quitting time we have all the drywall stripped from both floors of the house. It’s been a productive day.

I watch the crew leave and then turn to Maggie.

“I’ll be back around six thirty, does that work?”

“That works,”

she answers as she takes a step closer and lays her lips on mine. I hold back from taking more. I know if I do, I’ll ever leave in time to get Jodi from camp and over to my parents.

***

“We’re headed out,”

I tell everyone as I stand and take Maggie’s hand in mine. There is a round of goodbyes from everyone at the table. We had to move two tables together to accommodate all of us.

When we arrived Lauren and her friends were already at a four top waiting for Maggie. Both her and I were hesitant to sit at different tables. Dean saw my conflict and pushed a table up to the other and we all sat tighter. Dean, Chris, Thomas, Lauren, Susan, Nikki, Maggie and me. One big group.

We split off into our same teams as last week and made it to third place again. But now the night was over and I wanted some time with my girl.

As I pull out of the parking lot, Maggie lifts the console in my truck and slides over.

“Your place or mine?”

“Mine,”

I reply. We’ve been leading up to this all night. Hell, all week with the touches and stolen kisses.

I make the drive in half the time and once I park, I grip her hand as she slides out of the truck behind me. We walk inside and once the door is closed, I pull her close and hold her tight around the waist.

“I’m going to kiss you like I’ve been meaning to kiss you all night.”

She widens her eyes and licks her lips. Her breath comes in little puffs, nervous and excited. She nods and lifts her face to mind, bringing her nose as close to mine as she can. I brush my lips against hers, and her sweet breath fills my senses. Just a touch of those plush lips sends my cock into overdrive, and suddenly my brain is no longer in control.

I want her, and I want her now. She tastes divine, and I open my mouth, exploring her depths with my tongue. She mewls against my lips, her hips pressing against my already stiff cock, and I know I’m fucking done for this woman.

I want to lay her out on my bed and taste every inch of her skin. I fist my fingers in her hair, and my chest crushes her breasts.

“You want this?”

I pant.

“It’s not too late to say, No.”

I can’t even get the offer out before she’s rasping.

“Yes, I want this. I want you. Please.”

Her words spear us into action. We kiss and grope and strip out of our clothes the entire time we walk down the hall to my bedroom.

By the time we make it to the bed, Maggie’s shirt is gone and she’s working on the button on her shorts. I stop her with a hand.

“That’s my job,”

I growl, looking poignantly at her body.

I can see her entire body tremble under my gaze. Her nipples are so hard I can see thick peaks just begging to be nibbled through the cups of her bra. She stands with her hands at her sides, looking like she has absolutely no idea what to do.

I shuck off my jeans and socks, but leave on my boxer briefs. If I expose my cock just yet, the thrill will be over before it begins. Once my skin touches her, there’ll be no going back. And I want to take my time with this.

I close the space between us and lift her chin so our eyes meet, and I just look at her.

“You’re beautiful, Maggie,”

I say, picking up a lock of her hair between two fingers.

“I want to see every inch of you.”

She shivers harder this time, but her eyes never leave mine. I work the zipper down and pull the waistband away from her hips. Maggie’s got some curves to her, and I can’t wait to explore them all.

I shove her underwear down, exposing her trimmed mound. She gasps, a thrilling sound that’s heavy with want. She clutches my bare shoulders as she steps out of the panties, and I toss them aside to look at her. Her hair spills over her shoulders as her cheeks flush.

I’m so goddamn hard as I take my time looking at her. She shivers and crosses her arms lightly over her chest. I lead her to the bed, and she takes a seat. I climb in the bed, laying on my side next to her. I ease the cup of her bra away from her breast, pushing the fabric down so her nipple peeks out. The rosy tip is dark, hard, and thick.

Just seeing it makes me want to bite down and suck deep, but I start slow, licking and flicking the tender skin with the tip of my tongue. She weaves her fingers through my hair and presses my head closer, but I want to take my time. I lift my head away from her breast, and she whimpers in displeasure, but she’s quickly changing her tune as I lock my mouth on her other breast.

Her hips jerk and her hands grip my hair as I work my tongue in leisurely circles around the dark areola, stopping only to nip the erect tip between my teeth and suck it long and hard into my mouth.

I climb over her body, but instead of coming to the rest on the other side, I anchor my weight above her as I straddle her hips; I grind lightly against her, and she rolls her eyes back in her head and slams her lips shut.

Her breasts are full, and I cup one in my hand, feeding her nipple into my mouth and stuck the tip harder as I tweak the other with my fingers.

“You good?” I ask.

She slams her eyes open and grips the blankets between tight fingers.

“Don’t you dare freaking stop.”

I laugh and leave her perfect nipples pointing at the ceiling. I make quick work to unhook her bra from the back and remove the annoying piece of material.

I move to the end of the bed and kneel beside her. My fingers run up and down her thighs, kneading the muscles until her mouth falls open and little purrs of pleasure escape from between her lips. I spread her knees wide and settle between her legs.

The scent of her arousal makes my mouth water. I work my thumb in gentle circles, watching how she withers beneath me. Her thighs tense and her breaths are ragged as I work my fingers inside, little by little. She’s grinding her hips so hard, trying to draw me deeper inside that she’s practically slamming her body down on my fingers, but I want to be the one to bring her pleasure.

I don’t move my hand from her pussy, but use the other hand to lift the knee closest to me, a little higher. She follows my lead, bending her knees so her feet are on the mattress and letting her legs fall open. I lower my face to her inner thigh and lick and kiss her while I stroke her clit with increasing firms pressure.