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Chapter Sixteen

H ope was lying beside Locks, watching the clock. They needed to be in the shower in about twenty minutes, then on to set up for the day’s events and the wedding before the Poker Run. It was going to be a busy day, but she was starting it off right. She’d been lying there, getting wetter and wetter, replaying the night before.

She’d mistakenly assumed that after she’d blown her man’s mind, they’d sleep until morning and then have a quickie before the day’s festivities. They had fallen asleep for a couple of hours, but Locks had woken her with his lips on her nipples and his fingers rubbing her clit. She’d welcomed him with her open legs when he’d finally given in to her pleas to fuck her. At least this time, when she dropped her panties, she’d known it was with the man who had promised forever.

Hope’s head was on Locks’ shoulder, and her leg was slung over his thigh. She shifted it a little to nudge his cock to see what she was working with this morning. The nudge had Locks making a noise in his throat. From the stiffness she found, she wondered if he was dreaming about her.

She trailed her lips across his chest as her hand found his cock under the covers. Hmmm, semi-hard, she could work with that. She slid her thumb over the wetness on his crown and rubbed it around. Locks’ hips moved, thrusting his cock up.

She was so freaking glad that they didn’t need to worry about not making babies, and they were exclusive because she didn’t want anything between them. Locks’ hot, hard cock was all she needed to assuage the ache that had only grown the longer she daydreamed about him.

She slid the sheet off him and kissed the crown of his cock before sliding a leg over him. Straddling his thighs while jacking his cock, she waited for him to open his eyes.

“You gonna finish what you started, Hope?” Locks rasped as he thrust his cock up in her hand.

“Just waiting for you to wake up,” she said, notching his cock at her entrance. She slid down slowly, taking him deeper. Despite her wetness, Locks was a big man, and she had to adjust to him every time. She raised up a little, then slid down again.

Her nipples were pebbled tight as she moved on top of him. Once more up, then she pushed down until he was all the way inside. Their simultaneous groans had her smiling.

Locks slid his hands onto her hips, then sat up enough to take one of her nipples in his mouth, tugging and teasing it.

“You gonna get to ridin’ me, or shall I take over?” Locks asked.

She slowly moved up and down again, not answering him. Sometimes it was fun to tease him, but one thing she’d learned about Locks was that he enjoyed control, especially in their bed.

“Time’s up,” he said, rolling with her until she was on her back. His hands moved to her thighs, pushing her legs a little higher.

“Let me see that pussy take me deep,” he said, moving in and out, thrusting harder the louder she moaned. And she was moaning and begging him for harder.

He tilted her hips a little more, hammering the spot that had her eyes rolling back in her head. The rush of release had her toes curling and her pussy rippling around Locks’ cock. He yelled her name as he joined her.

He dropped down onto her, breathing heavily, then kissed her lips.

Then he was pulling out of her and slapping her thigh. “Come on, woman, let’s get moving or we’ll be late for the festivities,” he said, walking toward the bathroom, smiling and whistling.

When she didn’t immediately get up and follow him, he peeked back out of the shower.

“Let’s go. Did I leave your legs not working? I can carry you to the shower if you can’t walk yet,” he said, a mischievous grin on his face. If this was the Locks she was going to wake up to each morning, she better make sure she was taking her vitamins. He might be twenty years older, but he had the stamina of a younger man. There was no way she was letting him think he was in better shape.

She rolled over and slid her legs over the side of the bed. Okay, so maybe her legs did feel a little shaky, but she would walk to the shower on her own. She stood up and turned toward the bathroom.

Locks was still standing there, smiling. He winked and crooked his finger at her.

“Umm, no. No shower sex. We’ll be late, and I still have to ride on a motorcycle today,” she said, walking in.

Locks just smiled and nodded, but hell no, she didn’t trust the gleam in his eyes.