Eat Crow (Cheap Thrills Series Book 6) by Mary Moore (novels to improve english .txt) 📕

thrust, her hair moved away from her forehead, revealing a blue mark that was quickly covered back up again when the strands dropped back into place.

Being face-to-face ticked so many boxes, but I needed more. “It’s not enough,” I said grimly, lowering her to her feet and slowly sliding out of her. “Turn around.”

She did as I asked, pulling her t-shirt off at the same time. With her back to me, I unclipped her bra and slid it down her arms, dropping it on top of the other clothes now tangled around our feet.

“Perfect,” I groaned, sliding back into her and making her squeak when the cold wall met her naked tits.

“Shit, that’s freezing.”

This position made it easier to move inside her, but it felt like she was slipping on the wall slightly, so I moved back about six inches to give her some room away from it. Come to find out, Bexley had her own ideas of what she wanted, because she braced her hands on the wall and used it to push back against me even more, moving me back farther.

With my hands holding her hips firmly, I thrust into her, not quite able to grasp how she felt so good inside. It was like she was gripping onto all of me with each move and didn’t want to let go when I withdrew. This was bad because it meant I was going to come sooner than I wanted to if I didn’t do something to stop it.

One of her hands disappeared from the wall, and then I felt her fingers on the next thrust into her and realized she was rubbing her clit.

“Fuck!”

“Shit, Logan,” she gasped, her body starting to shake. “I’m coming.”

Unable to stop the same thing happening to me, I increased the speed and power of my thrusts even more until I felt her walls start to spasm and gave into my own climax. It felt like each spurt of my come into her took my energy with it, and each squeeze of her walls around me made it happen even more, leaving my limbs feeling like jelly when it finally ended as I lowered my forehead onto her back, panting against it.

I was so focused on trying to stay standing and get oxygen into my body that I jerked when she spoke. “Is that my heartbeat or the door?”

I couldn’t hear a damn thing, and my mind could only focus on one thing. “I want to stay inside you forever.”

Her snorting chuckle made her squeeze around my cock, which was overly sensitive at that moment, and my legs gave out. Because she was relying on me to hold her up, she sank down with me, and we ended up on the floor with me on my knees and her in the reverse cowgirl position.

I think my dick had delusions of grandeur because he twitched like he thought he could do it all over again so quickly, but the reality was—no way in hell. He’d have to get over that disappointment. And since when did I talk about my penis like it was a human being? The answer was: since I’d had the best sex of my life with the most amazing woman to ever exist.

I was just about to try and put those thoughts into words that wouldn’t sound crass when I heard the loud thuds coming from the front door again.

“I’m thinking that’s not a delivery,” she mumbled, then let out a loud gasp. “My tits are on the wall.”

Given our position, I could see over her shoulder and confirm that they were most definitely not on the wall. “Does this mean you want to get dressed because you’re cold, or is it a figure of speech?”

Then she pointed above us, and after it sank in what I was looking at, I understood what she meant.

See, we’d forgotten about the wet blue paint, so when I’d pressed her face-first against the wall, and it’d felt like we were moving on it, we had been.

There was a thick blue smear leading roughly a foot away from where the border ended— which wouldn’t look so bad, if it wasn’t for the fact that it looked like someone had stamped a tit with a nipple in the middle next to it.

Under this was a clear, if not slightly smudged, blue butt print as well.

“Bexley? Logan?” Mom’s voice called through the door. “Are you home? I don’t get it, his vehicle’s right there. Her car hasn’t arrived yet, has it?”

“It would be good timing after today,” Kenton agreed. “But it would’ve come with all her shit, so I’m sure she’d have called to let us know she needed help with the boxes.”

“Oh my God,” Bex whispered, sounding horrified. “Our parents are right outside.”

I was already reaching for her bra and t-shirt to pass them to her, still connected in what was now a fucking awkward way. “Yeah, put those on.”

“You don’t think they’ve had an accident, do you?” Dad asked, knocking again.

“Lorena will be back with the key any minute, so we can go in and check.”

“Shit, hurry up,” she hissed, getting up from my lap and practically sprinting to the small bathroom that was thankfully near us.

It was awkward and uncomfortable putting clothes on without cleaning up, but I managed to do it and throw her panties and shorts in to her as I jogged past, doing my best to tidy my hair before I got to the door.

Then, with a fake surprised look on my face, I threw it open and did my best to sound like I meant it when I said, “You know, I wasn’t sure if it was the door or if Prince was running around the house like a psycho.”

My parents and her dad all stared at me, Mom’s eyes moving to skim over me like she was checking me over.

Fuck, had I put my clothes on inside out?

A glance down didn’t show anything, but that didn’t rule out my shorts.

“Where