"I think I ought to be. They're clever."
"I like to think so. They like you well enough." He followed her lead into something that made his sore shoulder feel like it might fall off, then the muscles released enough that he groaned.
"Is that a good sound?"
"Yeah, luv." It was the first time all that pressure had given up in ages.
"Excellent." She stood up, headed over, fingers sliding over his shoulder, the touch warm, firm. "No swelling."
"Nah. S'just sore as a boil. Always is." She talked about his hands? Hers were like magic. Those fingers dug in, finding the sore just like that, pressing in until the fool muscle gave it up.
"Oh, god. That's good,” he moaned.
"Settle on your butt, let me see." She pushed him, then started rubbing and touching. Packer's eyes crossed, partially from the touching. Partially from the nipples bobbing right there in front of him.
She was certainly less self-conscious than she'd been last night. Woo. Course, the gal was a nurse and was in full-out healing mode. He reached out, fingers meeting her belly, the little dangling ring-deal in her belly button.
A tiny gasp escaped her, and her eyes came up to stare into his. Packer grinned wide, feeling kinda big bad wolf. He tugged, real easy, wanting to know how it felt. He got his answer, straight-away, when Calleigh's pretty hips rolled, curls brushing his thigh. Nice. He nodded his approval and tugged one more time, pondering where else she might be sensitive.
That time the arch got her breasts right in his face, nipples hard and dark and right close for a delicious fucking heartbeat.
Packer did what any man would do. He bent and licked at one.
"Oh." She arched again and he grabbed her, giving her his arms to bend over.
That whole yoga thing came in handy then, because she could press back and put her tits right where he needed them. He pressed his face against her and breathed deep. Man, he did love the scent of a woman -- so different from a bloke. Not better, but fine, and different than what he normally got.
She was soft, too, her breasts sweet, her nipples hard as little stones. He turned his head, got one between his lips and started sucking. She was sweet as honey, this one. Packer could see why Adrian had gone for her, could see why he’d never let go even when he was confused as hell.
Packer eased her closer and got her straddling one of his thighs. She was wet and hot as a flame, pushing down and rocking on his leg in time with the pulls on her nipple. A fucking firecracker, this one. So neglected. Packer figured that was partly his fault, so he'd help a girl out. He held her down with one hand, playing with her breasts with the other.
"This is..." She arched, sliding on him, pretty as you please. "I didn't come down here to do this."
"I know." Bullshit he did, but it didn't matter. They were doing it now. And he would do it again. Fucking was the only thing more fun than riding bulls. "It's okay," he murmured, just in case she was worried.
"Shit, it's better than okay."
Oh, that made him hoot. Tough, beautiful broad. "There's more, I reckon." He lifted her a little, rubbing on her belly.
"Mmm..." Her eyelids got heavy, the makeup smeared by her eyelashes, the look a little rough, a little slutty, a lot hot.
He did like his women a little on the trashy side. Just like he liked his men to bottom and suck. Packer thought he might have stumbled into a beautiful fucking relationship. He kissed her throat, licking the mark Adrian had left there. Hoo.
Her head fell back, long red hair damn near touching the floor. Pretty. So fucking pretty. Packer ran one hand down the center of her body, tugging that little ring again. Her lips parted, and she bucked up, curls tickling the tip of his cock.
"Fuck." That felt so good that he pushed against her, his prick sliding against her mound.
She shifted, wet folds hot against his prick.
"Christ." His teeth ground hard, his jaw set as he tried to get control.
"Do you do girls,
"I like to think so. They like you well enough." He followed her lead into something that made his sore shoulder feel like it might fall off, then the muscles released enough that he groaned.
"Is that a good sound?"
"Yeah, luv." It was the first time all that pressure had given up in ages.
"Excellent." She stood up, headed over, fingers sliding over his shoulder, the touch warm, firm. "No swelling."
"Nah. S'just sore as a boil. Always is." She talked about his hands? Hers were like magic. Those fingers dug in, finding the sore just like that, pressing in until the fool muscle gave it up.
"Oh, god. That's good,” he moaned.
"Settle on your butt, let me see." She pushed him, then started rubbing and touching. Packer's eyes crossed, partially from the touching. Partially from the nipples bobbing right there in front of him.
She was certainly less self-conscious than she'd been last night. Woo. Course, the gal was a nurse and was in full-out healing mode. He reached out, fingers meeting her belly, the little dangling ring-deal in her belly button.
A tiny gasp escaped her, and her eyes came up to stare into his. Packer grinned wide, feeling kinda big bad wolf. He tugged, real easy, wanting to know how it felt. He got his answer, straight-away, when Calleigh's pretty hips rolled, curls brushing his thigh. Nice. He nodded his approval and tugged one more time, pondering where else she might be sensitive.
That time the arch got her breasts right in his face, nipples hard and dark and right close for a delicious fucking heartbeat.
Packer did what any man would do. He bent and licked at one.
"Oh." She arched again and he grabbed her, giving her his arms to bend over.
That whole yoga thing came in handy then, because she could press back and put her tits right where he needed them. He pressed his face against her and breathed deep. Man, he did love the scent of a woman -- so different from a bloke. Not better, but fine, and different than what he normally got.
She was soft, too, her breasts sweet, her nipples hard as little stones. He turned his head, got one between his lips and started sucking. She was sweet as honey, this one. Packer could see why Adrian had gone for her, could see why he’d never let go even when he was confused as hell.
Packer eased her closer and got her straddling one of his thighs. She was wet and hot as a flame, pushing down and rocking on his leg in time with the pulls on her nipple. A fucking firecracker, this one. So neglected. Packer figured that was partly his fault, so he'd help a girl out. He held her down with one hand, playing with her breasts with the other.
"This is..." She arched, sliding on him, pretty as you please. "I didn't come down here to do this."
"I know." Bullshit he did, but it didn't matter. They were doing it now. And he would do it again. Fucking was the only thing more fun than riding bulls. "It's okay," he murmured, just in case she was worried.
"Shit, it's better than okay."
Oh, that made him hoot. Tough, beautiful broad. "There's more, I reckon." He lifted her a little, rubbing on her belly.
"Mmm..." Her eyelids got heavy, the makeup smeared by her eyelashes, the look a little rough, a little slutty, a lot hot.
He did like his women a little on the trashy side. Just like he liked his men to bottom and suck. Packer thought he might have stumbled into a beautiful fucking relationship. He kissed her throat, licking the mark Adrian had left there. Hoo.
Her head fell back, long red hair damn near touching the floor. Pretty. So fucking pretty. Packer ran one hand down the center of her body, tugging that little ring again. Her lips parted, and she bucked up, curls tickling the tip of his cock.
"Fuck." That felt so good that he pushed against her, his prick sliding against her mound.
She shifted, wet folds hot against his prick.
"Christ." His teeth ground hard, his jaw set as he tried to get control.
"Do you do girls,
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