Chapter 65
Colby
Moonlight is streaming through Lydia’s bedroom window.
Ryan’s suit is slung neatly over a chair in the corner.
And Lydia is riding my cock like a woman possessed.
“Oh, fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I say, fondling her bouncing breasts as she fucks me. I’m on the bitter edge of release. And so is she. “Ride me harder, baby,” I say, gripping her and guiding the snap of her hips. “Come on, baby.”
She fucks me even harder, with everything she’s got—and when a loud growl lurches from her throat, threatening to awaken not only the three sleeping children down the hall but the entire fucking neighborhood, Lydia freezes on top of me, covering her mouth.
Oh, God, that’s the drug right there. It’s my favorite game: fucking Lydia hard and watching her try her mighty best not to scream at the top of her lungs. She’s never successful—I make sure of that. But watching her try, and then deliciously fail, turns me on like a motherfucker. Do I like it even better when we’re able to fuck without the kids around—when Lydia can let loose and scream like a maniac? Of course. There’s nothing better than watching Lydia come completely undone without a care in the world. But knowing I’m fucking Lydia so well she literally can’t keep quiet, even though her brain is telling her to do it, ain’t too shabby a silver medal.
I quickly guide Lydia off me and onto her back, hand her a pillow to shove over her face—something I always wind up doing at times like these—and begin banging my baby without mercy.
As I pound her hard, just the way she likes it, Lydia wraps her legs tightly around me, giving herself to me completely. Oh, God, the way this woman turns me on isn’t normal. I’m insatiable when it comes to Lydia Decker.
“Lydia,” I breathe, on the bitter cusp. “Are you close? I’m gonna lose it any second.”
She moans her muffled reply from behind the pillow and, ten seconds later, her body confirms whatever she said in reply to me, it must have been “yes.”
At the sensation of her coming around my cock, I lose it along with her. Oh, fuck, it feels good when Lydia’s muscles constrict around me.
When our bodies stop jerking and our growls have quieted down, Lydia removes the pillow from her face to reveal a beaming, satisfied smile.
I collapse on top of her, completely spent and covered in a sheen of sweat. “Good lord, woman.”
We lie together silently for a long time, breathing hard.
“I’m ridiculously, completely, totally, thoroughly happy,” she says, out of nowhere.
I laugh. “Me, too. But I’d add ‘absolutely’ and ‘deliriously’ to that statement.”
“Ditto.”
I’m telling the truth. I’ve literally never been happier. I’m addicted to Lydia. She and the kids are my world. I’ve got my body back, better than ever. Ryan and I just signed up to do a full triathlon together in the spring, as a matter of fact, right after his wedding, so we’re gonna start training pretty hard-core for that this coming week. And on top of all that, I’ll finally be returning to work on Monday, assuming I pass my fitness test tomorrow, which is a given. When I think about myself lying in the ICU on a breathing machine not all that long ago, it blows my mind to think I’m the same guy.
“I’m so proud of you,” Lydia whispers, stroking my back. “You’ve worked so hard to get your body back into peak shape. You did it faster than I thought you could, to be honest.”
“I had to. I’m not completely myself unless I’m heading to that firehouse every third day.”
She kisses me. “What time do you think you’ll be done with the test tomorrow?”
“Around ten. But after the actual test, I’ll probably stick around for a bit and shoot the shit with the guys. I’m excited to catch up and hang out.”
“Oh, of course. Take your time. I’m just wondering about a ballpark time. Whenever you get back to the house, the kids and I want to throw you a little party to celebrate you passing the test.”
“You’re going to throw me a party? Wow. I’m honored.”
She chuckles. “Well, don’t get too excited. It’s going to be a rather humble little soiree. We’re just going to bake you a cake, make you some cards and drawings, and put a silly paper crown on your head.”
“Sounds amazing. What kind of cake?”
“Whatever you want. It’s your party. Your cake.”
“Carrot?”
“You got it. I’ve got a great recipe.”
“How about I pick up lunch for our little soiree on my way home from the station?” As the word “home” leaves my mouth, my heart skips a beat. I’ve never referred to Lydia’s house as my “home” before. And now that we’re lying here together in her bed, and I’m not going back to my place for the first time ever, it feels like a particularly loaded word. I pause, thinking Lydia might correct me or otherwise comment—but she doesn’t. I clear my throat. “Isn’t there some barbeque place around here that’s supposed to be great?”
Lydia confirms there is and tells me where it’s located.
“Cool. I’ll get lunch from there for our party.”
“Fabulous. Do you think you’ll spend the night again tomorrow night?”
“Am I invited to spend the night again tomorrow night?”
“Yes.”
“Great. Then, yes, I’ll be staying again tomorrow night.”
She bites her lower lip. “Actually, you’re invited to spend the night any night you’d like.”
My heart is bursting. I kiss her deeply. And then again. And soon, I’m kissing and licking every inch of her, sucking her nipples, fingering her G-spot until she’s convulsing with pleasure. Finally, when my body has recharged and my cock is once again ready to go, I crawl on top of her and sink myself deep inside her and make love to her with everything I am. When we’re done, and we’re lying together again, side by side, I turn on a Lenny Kravitz song I heard the other day and felt like it was about us—“I Belong to You.” And then, as the song plays, I smile and say, “It sounds like I’m going to need to pack something a whole lot bigger than an overnight bag in the very near future.”