Bonham (Pushing Daisies Book 3) by Heather Young-Nichols (the little red hen read aloud txt) 📗

she popped up and scurried to the bathroom. A minute later, it was my turn.

Then we were both in bed, under the sheet and blanket, her tightly into my side with her head on my shoulder and her knee on my thigh. I trailed my fingers up and down her arm lazily. We were in no rush to move.

“I know I said this before, but I fucking missed you,” I told her, then I dropped my lips to the top of her head quickly.

“And I told you that you have no idea.”

“Ah, but I do and this isn’t a competition.”

Jurnie sighed, her warm breath puckering my nipple. “You don’t fully understand,” she insisted. “Yes, obviously, you can get the missing me part like I miss you, but when it comes to this…” She waved her hand between us. “You probably don’t. You’re a guy.”

I was so confused. “What are you talking about?”

“This part. Us. Together. Like this.”

I chuckled. “You don’t think I know what it’s like to miss being inside you? You’re wrong.”

“No.” She sat up, her bare back too tempting to resist. I followed her but kissed my way up until I reached her neck. “I’m talking about…” She aggressively tucked some hair behind her ear. “The release of being with you.”

“Still… I get—wait. Are you talking about your orgasm?” She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and nodded. “Well, since I wouldn’t cheat on you, I do know what it’s like to miss that too.”

“No.” She slapped her hands over her face, whether from embarrassment or frustration, I didn’t know. “I’m saying that since you’re a guy, you probably… do it yourself sometimes.”

“Right.” I still wasn’t getting it. “Unfortunately, I’ve had to when thinking about you. Or after seeing you.”

“Stop it.”

She didn’t believe me. “Girl, please. There’s a reason I saved that Snap of you looking all gorgeous and warm in your bed. A little imagination has you naked.”

“Oh, god.”

I chuckled. This was kind of fun. “So you’re saying that you’ve had a lot of pent-up sexual frustration?” I asked. She shrugged. “Well, I hope I just took care of some of that for you.”

“You did.”

“Are you saying you don’t…” I wiggled my fingers in front of her face. She groaned loudly and fell back onto the bed with the sheet over her face. “I’ll take that as a no. We’ll fix that.”

Without thinking about it, I yanked the sheet back and started kissing her the way I had earlier. After warming her up a little, I took her hand in mine and trailed it down her body without breaking our connection.

Sometimes I forgot just how innocent Jurnie was. As I guided her hand between her legs, I also pushed her legs open for me again and rubbed her fingers against her pussy. That wasn’t our final destination, but her fingers needed to be wet. Once that was accomplished, I brought her hand up to her clit, where I massaged her fingers the way she should’ve been massaging herself.

Like a good little learner, she did what I wanted her to. The more she began moving against me, the harder I became. I swore there wasn’t enough time in the day to get enough of my girl. I broke our kiss and moved down to suck a nipple into my mouth.

Thank fuck I did because the sounds she was making were unreal. Gasping and moaning didn’t cover it.

I didn’t move my hand from hers until after she came again.

“I… can’t believe I just did that.” She was even more breathless than last time.

“And you should do it more often when you’re missing me.”

“But before this, I’d never…”

“I know. That’s why I showed you how, but, baby, that was hot as fuck.” Now I ran her hand over my cock. “I’m going to need to take care of this.”

“Come here.”

That was all the encouragement that I needed. I grabbed another condom, but this time, I was thinking something different. I’d forgotten how much Jurnie hadn’t done and I knew she’d stop me if she didn’t want it the way that I wanted to give it. But with our limited time together had come little variation and I wanted her to experience it all. With me.

I nudged her until she’d rolled onto her stomach, where I could pull her up onto her knees while pressing her shoulders into the bed. Fucking hell, this view was amazing. Jurnie’s arms were spread out beside her as I swiped her hair off her back. The more skin, the better.

This time when I sunk into her, it hit differently. She let out a moan so loud as her back arched and she threw her head back. It was a good sound at least.

Still, I took it slow, not going too deep until she was used to me being there. Before long she was pushing back against me whenever I pulled out.

“Harder.” Her body jolted.

Well, all right then.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room like the perfect soundtrack to what we were doing. Fucking Jurnie was never going to get old and there was still so much we hadn’t done together and so much she hadn’t done at all.

Our bodies lay in a tired heap on the bed when I realized she still hadn’t had lunch. It was so much closer to dinner by now.

“I need a shower,” she mumbled tiredly into the pillow.

“Me too. Good thing this shower is big enough for the both of us.”

“But I don’t think I can walk.”

I snorted. Stroke my ego, why doesn’t she? “Want me to carry you?”

She sighed and rolled over. “No. I’ll walk.”

“How about we order dinner before we go in there? That way, it’ll get here not long after we get out.”

She only nodded in response. Seemed like I was going to have to give my girl a break.

At least for a few hours.

25

Jurnie

“Nope,” Bonham muttered as I lay on the bed tired, sweaty, and a little bit sticky. We’d