Tore Up (Mississippi Smoke Series Book 1)

She hadn’t woken up. Not the way she was curled up to me like this. Halo awake didn’t get close to me. She kept her distance. But this Halo? Goddamn, she felt so good. Sounded so fucking sexy.

I lifted the fingers that had been in her needy cunt to my mouth and sucked her juices off them. Fuuuuck, that was good. It was sweet. How was her pussy sweet? I wanted to roll her onto her back, spread her legs, and go take it from the source to see if this was real or not.

Her low, even breathing meant she was still sleeping deeply, but I doubted she’d sleep through my tongue lapping at her cunt. She was going to kill me. I shouldn’t have let that get so out of hand. But she had seemed desperate for it. I had worried if I stopped her, she would wake up. That couldn’t happen. I didn’t need her to know about this. I couldn’t lose it. This was all I got of her.

My palm itched to grab her ass and squeeze it. Just holding my hand over it while she made those small thrusts had been torture. Every little jiggle beneath my hand had almost made me crack. I had wanted to dig my fingers into the plump flesh, slap it hard, bite it. Dammit, I had to stop. If my dick throbbed any harder, it might explode. As much as I needed to go get myself off, I didn’t want to leave her this soon. I still had hours before I had go.

Although I wasn’t sure I could make it that long. My hips pressed against her of their own will. My erection rubbed her stomach, and I had to bite back the groan that almost tore from my lips. That would have woken her up. I had to get away from her. Mentally preparing myself to let her go, I started to ease away when her hands clung to me. I stopped. She wasn’t ready to let me go yet. And if my dick wasn’t currently demanding a release, I would happily stay.

She stretched her body, causing her stomach and the top of her mound to stroke my cock. I sucked in a breath. Then, she did it again.

What the hell was she doing? And if she didn’t stop, I might pin her to the bed and thrust against her until I got off.

A low purr that sounded like a kitten passed her lips, and she kept making those slow stretches. Her back began arching so that my dick was getting more friction.

Was she really doing this in her sleep? She hadn’t done anything like this before.

The ministrations continued. With each arch of her back, I was given the view of her tits and hard nipples under the silky camisole. I wanted to take one in my mouth and bite it until she screamed. If this were anyone else, it would take some grinding, dirty talking, and tits bouncing to get me to where I was now, with something this innocent. But I had to bite down on my lip until I tasted blood to keep from making a noise as my body shuddered and I shot my load in my fucking boxers. I was sure the last time I’d come in my pants, I’d been eleven.

Fucking hell.

I laid my hand on Halo’s back to stop her as my cock finished twitching. I pressed my nose into her hair and breathed her in. Her body sank against me, and I closed my eyes, sated. Not just sexually, but emotionally as well.

Wilma left after telling me how to put the breakfast she’d prepared for Halo together. She was coming back in three hours to clean and cook dinner before we returned. Our lunch was already made and in a cooler, waiting by the door leading to the garage. I’d decided to take Halo back to the pond on the back of our property for lunch.

I made my coffee and drank it, playing over last night’s events in my head. Could she have really done all that asleep? While it had happened, I couldn’t make myself give a shit about anything but how incredible it felt. My attraction to her had taken over, and I would have shot anyone who had interrupted us. It was a good thing there wasn’t a chance of that.

I picked up my phone and looked down at the search engine. What did I google? I wanted to know if pregnancy made women have wet dreams. I was also curious about her pussy. It had been plump and swollen. That wasn’t anything I’d felt before.

I decided to start with pregnancy and wet dreams. That came up real fast. Extra blood flow to her genitals. Call the damn thing a pussy. I continued to read. Raised hormone levels could boost sex drive and lead to seriously steamy dreams. I wondered what she’d been dreaming last night when she rubbed that sweet cunt on my thigh. The thought that it might have been another guy, even my brother, made my hand grip the phone tighter. I wasn’t going to think about that.

Desires or fantasies she’d been repressing- I liked that much better. I wanted to be what she was dreaming about. It wasn’t healthy, and this was fucked up, but I couldn’t turn it off. Whatever wet dreams she was having had better be about me. Not that I would really know. It wasn’t something I was going to ask her about.

I heard her footsteps and clicked off the screen, then stuck my phone in my back pocket to pick up my coffee cup. Time to act like I hadn’t been studying pregnancy hormones and swollen cunts.

She stepped into the room and paused when she saw me. I gave her a nod, not missing the way her entire body blushed. Not just her face.

Why was she embarrassed? Either she’d been awake last night or it was me she’d been fucking in her dream. Let it be the latter. If she had been awake while I stuck my fingers in her pussy or when she rubbed her body against my cock until I erupted like a damn preteen, then things were gonna get tricky.

“Morning,” I said, studying her as she smiled shyly at me.

“Good morning,” she replied.

I should feel her out. Not push, but I was an impatient man.

“How did you sleep?” I asked just as casually as one would ask about the weather.

Her face turned so red as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, I was almost positive she’d been asleep. Dreaming about me. That knowledge tamed the jealous beast that had been right there on the edge.

I set my cup down and walked over to the oven to take out her spinach frittata. “Have a seat. I’ll get your breakfast,” I told her, feeling like a smug bastard.

Taking the sour cream and sauce that Wilma had prepared, I drizzled it over the frittata, then put a tablespoon of sour cream onto it. Reaching back into the fridge, I took out her smoothie.

She was sitting and watching me. Her face wasn’t as red anymore, but she appeared nervous.

I placed her plate in front of her, then the smoothie beside it. “Spinach frittata and mango wheat-germ smoothie.”

Her gaze dropped to the meal. “Thank you,” she replied.

“I just added the toppings,” I told her, then turned to get the omelet Wilma had made me from the oven warmer. I’d waited to eat so Halo wouldn’t have to eat alone.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Taking my coffee, I walked over to take the stool beside her. She stiffened slightly. I didn’t like that. The more I got the Halo who was all cuddly and couldn’t get close enough to me, the less I could handle the one who kept her distance.

Leaning closer until my arm brushed against hers on purpose, I took the salt and pepper that I could have easily asked her to pass me. The small shiver I felt from her made me bite back a smile. Yep, she might be scared of me, but she had been dreaming about fucking me.

“Your mom texted me this morning. She wants me to go with her today to look at nursery furniture for the room she’s setting up at her house.”

Not happening, Mother. At least not today.

“I’ll talk to her. Let her know we have plans. You’re just sixteen weeks, right?” I looked at her. She nodded, so I continued, “Plenty of time for that.”

“Okay,” she replied. “I, uh, thought perhaps you’d want to be free of me today.”

Nice try, pretty girl, but that’s not going to work. You got off on my leg and fingers last night, leaving me dealing with a host of shit happening in my head that requires I keep you with me.

I’d work through it, and when the guys returned, it would go back to the way it had been. That was how it had to be, so for now, I was getting my fill. Figuring this out and labeling it so I could move past it.

“With everyone else in the house gone, I think it’s a good time for me to get to know the mother of my nephew,” I told her.

She took a bite of her food, warily glancing over at me. It was a fucking shame I’d never see those eyes of hers open when she came for me. I’d bet they darkened like a stormy sea, and when the pleasure hit, they’d melt into the glassiness of a raindrop.

I jerked my eyes off her. What the fuck had that been?

“I would like that. To get to know you,” she admitted, bringing me back from the place my thoughts had taken me.

I took a drink to wash down my omelet. “Just don’t get too attached. I’m not just easy on the eyes; I’m entertaining company when I want to be,” I said teasingly.

A small laugh bubbled out of her, and a satisfaction unfurled in my chest. I liked that I’d made her do that. Seemed I liked making her come and laugh.

“I’ll do my best,” she replied.

We finished breakfast with me asking her where she’d gone to school and what her favorite kind of music was. Then, we moved into favorite ice cream. It led into her holding her stomach as she laughed, her eyes shining brightly when I told her my favorite flavor was vanilla. I understood why she was laughing, and the fact that her mind had turned it dirty made me grin like a damn fool. When I asked her what was so funny, she pressed her lips together and shook her head.

“Come on now,” I urged. “say what you’re thinking.”

She licked her lips dropping her gaze. “Well, that’s a boring flavor and I guess I expected something more exotic from you.”

I wanted to see the laughter twinkling in her eyes again. Reaching over to touch her even if it was simply my finger under her chin was a bad idea. “Cookie dough is pretty damn basic,” I pointed out.

She stood up to carry her plate to the sink. “No, it isn’t. There are yummy chunks in it.”

I watched her catching myself waiting for those eyes of hers to meet mine again. She didn’t look my way even as she walked past me, and it felt as if she was doing it on purpose. Stepping up behind her when her back was to me, and she was facing the sink, I leaned down close to her ear. Too close. Her scent was there reminding me of last night.

“My taste in ice cream and fucking differ greatly,” I whispered, then turned and headed for the door. “Let’s go. We have things to do,” I told her not looking back but knowing she was behind me by the sound of her soft footsteps.