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Hosed (Happy Cat #1)(23)
Author: Pippa Grant, Lili Valente

“There?” he asks.

“Oh, yes,” I moan.

He catches one of my hands and lifts it over my head, threading his fingers through mine while he pumps into me, the slow, luxurious strokes giving way to frenzied thrusts that build that coil tight deep inside me again.

He’s still watching me, watching my eyes, his lips parted, a sheen of perspiration forming on his forehead. “Cassie,” he gasps. “Baby, I can’t—I can’t hold out much longer. I want—I want you to come. I want this to be good for you.”

He drives into me one more time, and with his big, strong body against mine, his solid cock hitting that magic spot inside me, and the intensity in his expression while he holds me captive with his eyes, I fall over the edge.

Again.

My walls clench and spasm around him, my climax hitting so hard and tight that everything beyond our connection disappears. “Ryan!” I gasp.

He cries out my name and throws his head back, and I press my hips as close to his as I can get.

It’s just him and me, together, riding wave after wave of pleasure, taking us deeper under this spell, and I don’t ever want this to stop.

Ever.

Never ever.

He moans and dips his head to my shoulder, tensing with every aftershock that rumbles through my body.

The last of the spasms leave me boneless on the bed, and I suddenly break into a fit of giggles.

Ryan lifts his head and cocks an amused brow at me, his eyes sleepy and satisfied. “You found my performance amusing, Ms. Sunderwell?”

“No,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath. My lungs are still heaving despite every other muscle and organ in my body being turned to happy, satisfied goo. “I’m trying to imagine a dildo doing that for a woman.”

He huffs out a laugh and shifts so that he’s not in danger of crushing me before pulling me close. His heart drums steady and strong against my ear, and I cuddle closer.

This afterglow stuff rocks.

“I think you have sex toys beat,” I tell him.

“You most definitely have sex toys beat.” He strokes my back and presses a kiss to my head. “Thank you for letting me be your first time.”

“Thank you for being my first time.” I pause, because the Cassie of two weeks ago wouldn’t have had the bravery to say everything else I want to say. But I don’t want to be the Cassie of two weeks ago.

I want to be the Cassie of today.

“I’m glad I waited for you,” I whisper.

His arms tighten around me, and one big hand cups my breast. “Me too,” he whispers back. “Me too.”

Twenty-Two

Ryan

* * *

Like most mornings, I wake up with a thirty-pound raccoon asleep on my head and a crick in my neck from being pushed off my pillow in the middle of the night.

But this morning, I’m too ridiculously, outrageously, obnoxiously happy to care.

I float into consciousness with a smile on my face, a grin that gets bigger when I realize the warm weight on my chest is Cassie still snuggled beside me, her legs tangled in mine and her arm draped over my ribs. Memories from last night rush in, feeding the happy flames until I’ve got a bonfire roaring inside of me.

I’ve had my share of amazing nights with incredible women, but nothing like this.

Nothing like her.

I glance down, watching Cassie’s eyelids flutter in her sleep, wondering how it’s possible that she keeps getting prettier every time I look at her. Even now, with mascara smudged beneath her lashes and her hair in a wild tangle around her face, I could stare at her for hours.

But unfortunately the cranky bastard waking up on my head with a grumpy clacking sound has a limited tolerance for lolling about in bed. At least not until I’ve fetched his breakfast first.

“Five more minutes,” I whisper, brushing George’s paw away from my forehead.

He chitters in response and transfers his attention to my nose, squeezing the tip before trying to dart a digit into my nostril, something he knows drives me up the fucking wall.

“No, George,” Cassie murmurs sleepily. “You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.”

George gurgles in surprise—apparently only just realizing we’re not alone in bed—and rolls off the pillow, landing on the floor with a thunk and squeak.

Cassie props up on her arms, eyes wide. “Oh no, is he okay?”

“He’s fine,” I say, grinning as George croaks irritably from the floor, making it clear he would disagree with that statement. “He’s like a cat. He always lands on his feet. Or his ass. But considering the size of his rear end, that’s a pretty soft place to land.”

Cassie giggles. “I was wondering about that. I did a little Googling, and I don’t think raccoons are supposed to be quite so…fluffy.”

George croaks again and we both burst out laughing.

“I know,” I say, still grinning so hard the muscle in my jaw is starting to ache. “The vet is always on me to put him on a diet, but if I cut portion size at home, he just goes looking for more food in the nearest dumpster. I should probably take him on longer walks. Or get him back on his tricycle.”

“No way.” She pulls on her glasses while she narrows her eyes at me. “You’re messing with me. George can’t ride a tricycle.”

“George can ride a tricycle,” I say, lifting two fingers in the air when she puckers her lips doubtfully in response. “Scout’s honor. I modified Blake’s old trike with a longer handle for him. We can take him out for a ride later if you want.” I curl an arm around her waist, pulling her soft, warm body closer, wishing she hadn’t pulled my tee shirt on before we drifted off last night. The only thing better than waking up with Cassie in my bed would be waking up with Cassie naked in my bed. “I mean, assuming you’re up for spending more time with us.”

Her lips curve in a shy smile. “Yeah. I would like that. I had a good time with you last night.”

“I had a wonderful time with you last night,” I say, letting my hand drift down to cup her ass through the tee shirt fabric. “Best night ever.”

Her grin stretches to take up more real estate on her pretty face. “Whatever. I bet you say that to all the girls.”

I shake my head, voice serious as a heart attack as I promise, “No. I don’t.”

“No?” she whispers, leaning in closer. “Cross your heart and hope to die?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” I say, threading my fingers into her hair. I’m seconds away from a good morning kiss when George leaps onto the end of the bed with a hiss that’s downright menacing.

Cassie jumps away from me, clutching the sheets to her chest while I glare down at my sorry excuse for a wingman. “No, George. Mind your manners. I’ll get your breakfast in a minute.”

At the word “breakfast,” George’s ears perk up and Cassie laughs. “I hear you, George. I’m pretty hungry myself.”

I’m feeling empty too, I realize. “We never ate dinner last night, did we?”

Cassie shakes her head, her eyes dancing as she says, “No. We were too busy with other things.”

I grin. “We were, weren’t we? Way more fun than dinner.”

“Way more fun,” she says, laughing as her stomach lets out a long, gurgling growl. “But I could go for an energy boost.”

“We definitely need to keep your energy up,” I agree, tossing off the covers and swinging my feet to the floor. “So I can help you use it up again later.”

“Sounds perfect.” Her lips press together for a beat before she says in a rush, “Thank you for making my first time so perfect. It was better than I ever imagined it could be and I know that’s all because of you.”

I lean in, hands braced on the mattress. “Not true. It takes two, Sunderwell. Chemistry isn’t a solo operation.”

She winces. “That reminds me… I should head home and get dressed for work. I’m helping out in the lab while half the staff are home hiding from the press.”

“Can’t you play hooky? I’ve got the day off and nothing to do but make you a big breakfast and spoil you rotten.”

“I think you already did that last night,” she says, her cheeks flushing pink.

“That wasn’t spoiling you, that was my pure and complete pleasure,” I say, voice going husky as I recall how hot it was to have my mouth between her legs, tasting her sweet, salty heat, making her come for me.

She blushes even brighter red in response and it’s so cute I can’t resist pressing a kiss to her dimple, a display of affection that summons another outraged squawk from the end of the bed.

“Fine, fine,” I grumble, winking at Cassie as I pull away. “Hold that thought. I’ll be back with breakfast in bed and no obnoxious fur baby. If I can’t convince you to stay, at least let me feed you before you go.”

“I could probably be convinced to stay.” She watches me pull on a pair of pajama pants and cross to grab a shirt from the bureau with obvious appreciation, making me wish George had stayed out raising hell last night instead of coming home like a good trash panda. The look in Cassie’s eyes makes me want to take clothes off, not put them on. “If you’ll help me with some brainstorming in between fun stuff. I want to get a list of app ideas off to my virtual assistant in Bangkok by tonight. That way he can start coding the framework that I’ll dress up with all the pretty stuff later.”

I nod as I back toward the door, heading toward the sound of George banging his silver bowl on the floor in cacophonous objection to my lollygagging. “Totally. Sounds like fun. You helped me with my art, now I can help you with yours.”

She beams at me. “Yeah. It is like art. Just art with numbers instead of a blowtorch.”

George howls like he’s being slowly disemboweled and Cassie laughs and slides out of bed, making shooing motions with her hands. “Go. Feed him. I’ll come make coffee. I’m too excited about my day off to stay in bed.”

   
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