Page 21 of Secret Love (The Single Dad Playbook #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

RIDE ME

HENLEY

I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight. My fingers trail over every inch of her body, and I enjoy the way she starts to squirm when she gets hungrier for more than just these slight touches. Her breasts are mouth-watering perfection, her dark, rosy nipples tightly budded and irresistible. I lean in to kiss them, one by one. She gasps when I tongue the tips and then suck them in, taking my time to give them the attention they deserve.

She arches against me, and my fingers glide down her toned stomach. When I reach the red lace, I slide it down her legs and groan when I take her in. My dick jolts and I palm myself so I’m not hanging out the top of my briefs’ waistband. She bites her bottom lip…which undoes all my efforts.

“You don’t need to hide,” she says, leaning up on her elbows and coming so close to my dick, it jolts again. “I want to see you.” Her smile is so damn alluring, I’m a fucking goner.

I lean back and take my boxer briefs off and she gasps when my dick bobs.

She pinches her arm. “Okay, I’m not dreaming. But seriously, what is this life? You are…” She shakes her head, as if she’s speechless.

“ You are…” I tell her, equally overwhelmed.

I kiss my way down her body until I’m between her legs and I spread her apart with my fingers. I hear a whimper and look up. She’s leaned up on her elbows again, staring down at me.

“You’re going to ruin me for everyone else, aren’t you,” she says, her eyes wide.

“Yes.” I nod solemnly. “I fully intend to.”

I flick her with my tongue and the sweet sounds she makes will be the death of me. I start out slow and steady, until she can't stop arching against my face, which drives me crazy. And when I dive in, she falls back against the pillow and shakes her head back and forth.

I can't stop watching her as I lick her senseless.

I also don’t let up until she’s fluttering against my tongue, her whimpers turning into her crying out my name.

It’s the best goddamn sound I’ve ever heard.

When she’s like melted butter, I lift my head and wipe off some of her arousal from my mouth then kiss my way up her thighs and stomach.

“You taste so good,” I say across her skin. “Feel so good. Look so good.”

She mumbles something I can’t quite make out and I smile against her breast, pausing to suck it for a second. She whimpers and pulls my hair, yanking my head up.

“That was otherworldly,” she says.

“Otherworldly good?”

“Otherworldly amazing. But I want more of you,” she says. “Come here.”

I kiss her forehead and shift to get the new box of condoms I put in my nightstand. I open the box and pull one out, sliding it on quickly. She watches me like I’m her own private show, and I have to admit, it’s a powerful rush. She looks sated and hungry at the same time, and I want to give her everything she’s ever desired and also leave her craving more of me.

When I’m leaning over her, she looks nervous for a second.

“You okay? You still want this?” I ask.

“I want you more than anything. It's just…a little intimidating, seeing how huge you are.” Her teeth slide over her bottom lip as she stares at my dick.

“We can take this as slow as you want,” I tell her. “And we don't even have to do this tonight.”

“No, please. I’m dying to,” she says.

I lean down and chuckle into her neck. “Oh, Tru. What am I going to do with you?”

She pulls my head to her and kisses me. And I line up to her center, just nudging into her slightly and already loving how she feels. I groan when she lifts her leg and wraps her thigh around my waist. I inch in a little more with her movement and she gasps.

“Oh, that's really good,” she whispers. “Really, really good.”

“I can make it better,” I say, dipping in more.

Her eyes glaze over and she hums when I pull out and the glide is easier on the way back in.

“You feel this?” I ask. “How perfect we are together?”

I’m trembling with restraint and there’s a thin sheen of sweat covering our bodies as I slide in a little deeper with each thrust into her.

“So perfect,” she says. She leans up to kiss me and gasps when I make it all the way inside of her. “ Oh ,” she breathes.

I squeeze my eyes shut and pause for a moment. “I never want this to end,” I say when I open my eyes again. “Let’s do this all night.”

“Yes, please. I never want to stop.”

I pull back to watch as I slide in and out of her, the sound erotic and intoxicating. When I meet her eyes again, she’s watching me and the emotion on her face is raw and vulnerable. An overwhelming rush of emotion floods through me. I can’t describe it. I just know this is more than fucking.

I flip us so she’s on top. “Ride me, tiny dancer. As fast or as slow as you want. God, you’re beautiful.”

I move her hair back so I can see all of her, and it’s almost too much. I could come just looking at her, but the feel of her hips swiveling over me, the way her insides are squeezing me like a vise…it’s a constant struggle to maintain my composure.

Her breasts bounce with her movements and then she tenses and tightens all around me. Her orgasm takes her by surprise, and her head falls back, her hair spilling onto my thighs. She shudders and I watch her in awe. When she’s relaxed again, her eyes opening with that sated look that I can’t get enough of, I hold her backside and thrust into her faster.

“Henley,” she cries, her body warming up again.

I flip her onto her back again, and going faster and faster, I sink into her as deep as I can go.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Henley, I’m going to?—”

“Me too. Come with me,” I say, my voice ragged. “I want to feel you come with me.”

One hand holds her backside and the other grips her hip as we both give it our all. My eyes are on hers and she doesn’t look away even when she’s so close. Her mouth parts and her entire body trembles as she falls over the edge. I have tunnel vision when my orgasm barrels through me, and every pulse and twitch I make, her insides squeeze back in response, making it feel like it lasts forever.

“What. Was. That?” she asks when I’ve collapsed on the other side of her.

“Best thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Me too.”

I take care of the condom, and she lays her head on my chest when I get back in bed. I trace circles over her back and she sighs, her fingers tickling my chest.

“Henley?”

“Yeah?” I smile down at her when she leans her chin on my chest.

“Was that as intense for you as it was for me?”

“Yes,” I say emphatically. “And just you saying that out loud and looking at me with those eyes and those fucking lips has me ready for more.”

Her eyes light up and she reaches down to feel me. “You’re not lying.”

“You’ll find that I don’t.”

She sighs, and I jolt into her hand when she grips me tight.

“I like you so much,” she says.

I let out a garbled sound when she slides her hand up and down. “I'm so glad, because I really, really like you. It would suck so bad if you didn’t feel the same.” I rub my hand down my face. “God, Tru. That’s too good. Do you see what you do to me?”

“I do,” she whispers, “and I love it so much.”

“Is it too soon? Because I want you more than anything, but I don't want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. I want you and I don’t want to wait another second.” Her mouth is on mine in the next second and it’s heaven .

Last night was one of the best nights of my life. I don’t think we slept for more than an hour and I wouldn’t change a single thing.

After she rides me in the shower, we contemplate whether to get back in bed or to eat breakfast. The only reason breakfast wins is because she has to get to the dance studio soon. I have to pick up the girls for dance today, but their class isn’t until later.

I put on my sweats and Tru throws on my shirt. She looks so good in it, I want to strip it right off of her. Instead, I chase her into the kitchen, nuzzling her neck when I catch her.

“I think I’ll just eat you instead,” I say, burrowing my face into her neck while she cackles. “Oh, did we find another ticklish spot?”

She wiggles around, making me hard as a rock, and when she turns in my arms, she points at me, looking cute as hell in her glasses.

“Behave.”

“Do I have to?” I give her my most innocent expression and she giggles. “When you’re all sexy librarian like this, I just want to be naughty.”

I lean in and kiss her. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I never want to stop.

A shriek startles both of us and I pull away to see where the sound came from. Cassidy stands on the other side of the island, staring at us in horror. She runs out of the room. I let go of Tru and hurry after Cassidy. She’s going out the front door when I get there.

“Cassidy, wait?—”

She keeps going and runs to the car where Bree is waiting. Bree looks at her and then me in confusion.

“What happened?” she asks. “What is it?”

“Just go, Mom. Just go,” Cassidy says.

“Wait, Cassidy. Talk to me.” I lean down to see her better and she won’t look at me. Fuck.

Bree looks at me with wide eyes and I grimace.

“I’ll come pick you up in a couple hours for dance,” I tell Cassidy.

“I’m not going,” she says through her tears. She lifts up the book she must have left at my house. “I’ve got a lot of homework.”

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Bree says.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Cassidy says. “Please, Mom, just take me home .”

“Cassidy, we need to talk about this,” I say. “When I drop Audrey off after dance, you and me…okay?”

She stares straight ahead and I feel like shit. I don’t regret a second of being with Tru last night, but this is exactly what Tru was worried about. It would’ve been so much better to ease the girls into this.

“All right. I love you, bunny. I’ll see you in a little while.” I tap the car and nod at Bree. “I’ll explain everything later,” I say under my breath.

When I get back in the house, Tru isn’t in the kitchen. I find her in my room with her clothes on and she’s fumbling around, holding Earl and trying to get her shoes on. She looks panicked. I put my hand on her arm and she jumps.

“Tru. Are you okay? I’m so sorry that happened.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I knew better than to let this happen. Cassidy shouldn’t have to deal with this and?—”

“I agree, I wish I’d talked about us with the girls first, but it’ll be okay. I don’t regret anything, Tru.” I try to meet her eyes and she won’t let me. “Hey, look at me.”

When she does, I’m concerned with what I see there. Or what I don’t see is probably more accurate. The walls are back up and she’s shut me out. The vulnerability between us all night is there, but it feels like we’re both on separate islands.

“Last night was—” she starts.

“Unbelievable,” I finish.

Her jaw clenches. “But it shouldn’t have happened. Not yet. I’m making such great progress with Cassidy and I might’ve just ruined it all.”

“No, I just need to talk to her. She was upset, but it’ll?—”

She turns and puts her hand on my chest, stopping me. Her eyes are glassy when she looks up at me. “I’ll never forget last night. Ever. It was…” She shakes her head. “Well, I’ve never experienced anything even close to that, so trust me when I say it was unbelievable for me too, but this is exactly what I was afraid of. Your girls are the most important people in your life and they should be. And I’m an important role in her life right now for this limited time, and I don’t want to mess any of it up.”

She turns and picks up the shirt of mine that she discarded in her rush to change. And then she walks toward the door, Earl still tucked close.

“Don’t go. Let’s talk about this. It feels like you’re ending things before we’ve even fully begun.” I follow her to the door and she looks at me over her shoulder.

“I’m pausing things…not ending…”

I exhale, my shoulders sagging in relief. “Good.”

“But it’s probably best that we don’t see each other until the summer…if then. We can see how the girls feel about things then.”

“That’s a couple of months away.” After the elation of last night and how right everything felt, I don’t want to be away from her for a day, much less months .

She nods, swallowing hard. “I’m glad we had last night.”