Over the Hills and Far Away (NOLA's Own #1) (44 page)

“What should we do now?” he asked.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pressed a kiss to the base of his throat, right over the strong pulse point.

“Woman, are you
tryin’
to kill us?”

“Hey, you were the one who suggested you fuck us both to death.”

“Mission practically accomplished.”

I laughed as he set me on my feet in the bedroom, and I stripped off my underwear.

“Baby Girl!” he barked, sounding pissy.

“My underwear is cold and wet!” I snapped back. “I’m just changing them!”

He just stood there, staring at my crotch.

I noticed he was starting to bulge. I smirked, and with a huff, he turned and walked out of the room. Digging out a pair of clean white cotton panties—
dudes dig those, I think
—I pulled them up.

Phil returned with the water and a box under his arm. “I found cookies!” he cried gleefully, waving the box.

“Uh-oh. Those are Lili’s. She’ll kill us both.”

“Fuck it. If she bitches, I’ll eat her, too.”

“She’d probably let you,” I chuckled, sliding a leer his way and wiggling my eyebrows.

Phil turned beet red. “I didn’t mean it like
that
!”

I started laughing again. He took the opportunity to seize my face in one massive hand, and he shoved me sideways onto the bed, cracking up the whole time. Holding me down, he tickled me in a torturous move.

“Ugh! No!” I gasped for breath, laughing my head off.

“COOOOKIES!” he roared like a deranged Cookie Monster.

Pinned, bucking beneath him, I attempted to throw him off, but that just ended up bumping our nasties together, making us both freeze.

Phil looked down into my eyes, and as though unable to help himself, he began kissing me. Within minutes, we were hot, panting, and tearing off the little bit of clothing we had on.

Carefully, wonderfully, he pushed into me.

Sucking in a deep breath, he slowly released it.

“I love you,” he whispered.

I rocked against him, wanting to feel him completely filling me. “I love you, too.”

Through the soreness—the sweet, gorgeous ache—he made love to me, making me come apart and putting me back together again, using himself as the adhesive.

“You’re mine,” he whispered heatedly, thrusting harder.

“All yours,” I promised him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” he chanted as he lost himself inside me once more.

Best fucking night—ever.

Sunshine was just
pouring
through the windows and balcony door. The whole room was dazzlingly bright as I opened my eyes. I was hot as all hell, too. Attempting to stretch, I found myself spooned and pinned to the bed by my boyfriend’s enormous body. Phil had one arm under my head, beneath the pillows, and the other one clasping me firmly to his chest, his hand clutching my breast.

I have to pee so fucking bad.

Gently, I pried his hand off my tit and tried to wiggle my way out. Truly trapped, his huge heavy thigh draped over my hips.

Damn it! He’s simply too big to be allowed!

With some careful maneuvering, I was able to shimmy my way out from underneath him, and I slid out of bed without disturbing him.

Oh, damn.

I was so sore I could hardly walk. I hobbled my ass to the bathroom, and my bladder was so thankful when I plopped down on the toilet. I actually moaned a little when the stream started.

Brushing my teeth and splashing water on my face, I decided some yoga was in order. I was hoping that it would sort out some of the sore bits I had going on. Quietly, I got dressed and put my hair up. Taking one more glance toward the bed just to make sure he was still asleep, my heart tripped at the sight of him.

Beautiful.

He was breath-snatching, drop-dead gorgeous. Sprawled out on his belly, he clutched my pillow under the arm that was previously holding on to me. His long hair was artlessly tousled and spilling over the pillow, a loose strand of it falling across his cheek. His skin was a tawny brown—tanned by the summer sun, and looking all sorts of golden-delicious in the morning light—and it was in stark contrast to the white sheet barely draped over his rear. I could see just how muscular he truly was, his back and arms thick and heavy.

But his
face
…looked so young, innocent, and peaceful. The sight of him in such a state made my chest constrict and my throat feel swollen.

Awesome. The sight of my boyfriend sleeping reduces me to a snorting, slobbering little bitch.

Before the waterworks could begin, I headed downstairs and went out to the back porch for some sun salutations and serious stretching and bending.

An hour later, I was actually able to sit in lotus pose, letting my practice calm my mind and organize my thoughts. Then,
he
walked out in his boxers, and his hair was still down, looking wonderfully mussed.

“I missed you when I woke up,” he told me softly. His morning voice was even deeper than normal with a gravelly quality that I found irresistible. “And I used your toothbrush.”

“That’s cool. I know where your mouth has been,” I joked. I rose to my feet and rolled up Mom’s bamboo mat. “Coffee?”

“Hells yes,” he grunted. He watched me as I made my way inside. When I returned with two steaming mugs, he asked, “Do you do that every day?”

“Yoga? Pretty much.”

Taking a sip of coffee, he made a grunt-like noise of appreciation. “Explains a lot.”

“Like what?” I asked, wondering if I was about to be offended.

“For one, you’ve got the most amazin’ body I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“And for two?”

“You’re stupid strong.”

I blushed at that. “Does that bother you?”

“Fuck no. It means you’ll give as good as you get,” he replied with a grin. His eyes sparkled with warmth. “I’m thinkin’ I’m a fuckin’ lucky man.”

“Yeah, you are.” I winked. “What do you want to do today?”

He smiled and bit his bottom lip, which did funny things to my lady bits. “You.”

I don’t know why I’m blushing, especially after last night
.

“You’re too cute, Baby Girl.” He laughed.

Instead of concentrating on all the wonderful, mushy, embarrassing things he was making me feel, I brought my coffee cup to my lips.

Reaching over, he took my free hand with his. “I don’t care what we do. I just want to be with you.”

My gaze raised to his. “Okay.”

His pupils dilated nicely. “How are you feelin’?”

“Good,” I replied, putting down my coffee cup.

He took the opportunity to pull me out of my seat and position me on his lap.

“I’m all sweaty!” I protested.

“Yeah, like that’ll stop me.” He grinned and took possession of my mouth. His hands pulled me in, my ass grinding into his thickening groin.

“I want you,” I whispered against his mouth, surprising myself. I hadn’t meant to say anything. It’d sort of just…come out.

“I want you, too,” he murmured back.

“Hi! We’re home!” Alys called out from the front door. “I tried calling you, but you didn’t ans—” She stopped dead at the sight of Phil, almost completely naked, with his hair down.

Her voice had startled us into jumping to our feet.

Phil pulled me in front of him in an attempt to shield their eyes from his bulge—or maybe the other way around. Either way, he was chubbed, and he didn’t want them staring at it.

“Hey, guys!” Lili chimed, bouncing into the kitchen, stopping in her tracks next to Alys.

“’Mornin’,” Phil drawled.

They just stared, jaws hanging open, and I was finding the whole thing highly amusing. I didn’t mind showing off the eye-candy.

“Okay, I think I should put some pants on,” he stated, not moving.

There were only three outcomes to this. One, Lili was going to have a seizure. Two, Lili was going to start foaming at the mouth. Three, Lili was going to pass out.

Alys opened her mouth, and…nothing came out.

“Babe, I think you should.” I laughed at Phil. “Lili looks apoplectic.”

He kissed the top of my head, and I guessed his cock had gone down enough to maneuver around me and head inside. Alys and Lili didn’t move, rooted to their spots. Alys was pink-cheeked and looking at something above my head while Lili’s eyes were glued to his crotch.

“Ladies?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth.

Alys sidestepped, unable to look at him. Phil crossed the threshold, passing Lili, who was now staring daggers at me. Without breaking eye contact with me, Lili raised her hand and back-swatted his perfect ass with scary precision.

“Oy!” he roared as he spun round. “That’s sexual harassment!” he barked, pointing at her.

She rounded on him. “No shit! If I’m going to come home to be visually sexually assaulted by the battle of the boxer bulge—”

“Well, you are eye-level with it,” said Alys dryly.

“Then, I have to defend myself somehow!” Lili finished.

Alys and I were cracking up. These two were hilarious together. It was like watching a bullmastiff face off against a teacup Chihuahua.

Phil thrust his hand down the front of his boxers.

“Oh, shit just got real!” Alys whispered.

“Shit just got
real
, real,” I whispered back one of Lili’s favorite lines.

“You got a problem with my bulge?” he demanded, feigning incredulousness and lewdly flopping his junk around inside his underwear.

“Uh, yeah! It’s all up in my face, and it’s not like
I
can do anything with it! That glorious piece belongs to my
best friend
!” she snapped back.

Phil blinked. “Glorious piece, eh?”

Alys was laughing so hard that no sound was coming out of her. Her nostrils were flaring, and tears were leaking from her eyes, her mouth gaping in a silent O. I was snorting and choking behind my hand, my own eyes leaking copiously.

“Yes. Glorious piece!” hissed Lili.

“Well, when you put it that way…” he conceded, removing his hand from his crotch. Then, in a sneaky attack move worthy of Lili herself, he wiped his crotchy hand all over her face. “You can at least have some junk funk!”

Lili screeched shrilly, her arms flailing. “Ugh! No!”

Phil took off, sprinting up the stairs.

Alys was now silently laughing on the kitchen floor, and I could barely hold myself up by the breakfast bar.

“Damn,” said Lili. “I don’t know whether to decontaminate my face or never wash it again.”

Alys finally sucked in a deep breath. “Oh. My. God!” she shouted. “That was the funniest shit ever!”

“Kenna!” Lili venomously whispered. “How could you let him walk around like that? Now, I’m gonna expect to see that on a regular basis! It ain’t right!”

Alys started howling.

“Just sharing the love with my girls.” I laughed.

Lili’s face brightened. “Oh! Speaking of love, how was it?”

“By
it
,
do you mean—”

“Everything!”

“I promise,” I said, laughing, “I will tell you guys
everything
later.”

“Was it at least good?” Alys’s voice came off the kitchen floor.

“It was…phenomenal.”

Lili high-fived me on my way to the stairs.

Up in my room, I found Phil sprawled on the bed on his back, his cell phone up to his ear.

“That sounds good, Dad,” he said. He held his free hand out toward me. Taking my hand, he yanked me down next to him, anchoring me to his side. “Okay. Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow then. Love you, too.”

Aw
. That just made my heart melt.

He snapped his phone shut. “Am I in trouble?”

“Huh?”

“For wipin’ junk funk all over her face.”

Cracking up, I replied, “No! That was fucking priceless!”

“Is she mad?”

“Are you kidding? She’s never washing her face again. You just made her day, maybe her whole week.”

He looked at me in utter revulsion. “Seriously?”

“No!” I laughed and pushed myself up. “Now, let’s take a shower—”

“Actually…I was thinking we could go to my place and check out the bath tub. I haven’t used it yet.”

“On second thought, let me get some clothes, and we’ll head over to your place.”