Free Sweet Affection (Truth Book 3) by Grace Henderson Page A

thoroughly at the walls of my pussy.
    My legs begin to shake and I come hard, shuddering violently, hands still clinging to his messy hair like it’s my only lifeline.
    Death by orgasm.
    Hell of a way to go.
    “Mmm, delicious.” He places a gentle kiss against my clit, then moves to my inner thighs and I lower my trembling leg again to let him up. He kisses all the way back up my body and my hands feel their way over the hard muscles of his biceps and round his shoulders. Before I recover fully and my mind is able to articulate something worth saying, he picks me up against him and places me in the hot-tub. The water’s warm and the bubbles feel so good against my sensitive skin that I can’t help but moan quietly in contentment.
    “Stay here, beautiful. I’ll be back in a minute.”
     

     

Chapter Five
     
    James
     
    I lick my lips and fuck, I can still taste that sweet pussy that’s got my dick hard as a rock. She needs to climb on top of me in that hot-tub and ride my cock until we both erupt. I undo the top button of my jeans as I walk inside the cabin, and that doesn’t give me enough room so I unzip them too. I open the fridge in the kitchen and pull out a beer, and a bottle of champagne. I search the cupboards for a flute. Ev said she put some in here. When I find one, I clink everything together in my right hand and move through to the lounge. The cabin has an awesome media and sound system.
    I should know, I designed the thing.
    And that’s why I’ve decided to buy it off the Wests. Ev was happy to let go of one, and this one is the most secluded from the rest of the park. I use the remote and Sam Smith’s soulful voice comes humming through the hidden speakers on the deck outside.
    I stop and smile when I see Laurel relaxing back with her elbows up on the edge of the sunken tub and her head tilted back, eyes closed. I rest the bottle of beer and glass on the timber floor, hastily strip out of my jeans, and sit with my legs in the water. When I unwrap the foil of the champagne bottle and pop the cork she opens her eyes and watches me.
    “You spoil me.” She grins and takes the glass out my hand.
    “You’re worth it.” I throw her a wink before picking up my beer and sinking down into the warm bubbles.
    “Careful though, I could get used to this.”
    “Actually, I was hoping you’d say that.”
    She studies my face then takes another sip from her glass. “Why?”
    “Because it’s ours.”
    “W-what?” She frowns and her eyes dart across my face which I purposely leave neutral.
    “You heard.” I say, enjoying the way she puts the glass down, and shifts forward, all her attention on me.
    “I did but I don’t think I heard right.”
    “You did.” I say simply, trying desperately not to grin from ear-to-ear like I really want to do. This is going to be our getaway cabin, our home from home when all I can think of doing is losing myself in her for an entire weekend. And I can hardly wait.
    “Evelyn sold it to me.” I correct myself, “To us.” I bought it off her with the money I made on my last project, an apartment complex in London. They paid me a bucket load, and usually I’d just save it. I’ve never been a huge spender, my house was the biggest purchase I made, but that was sensible. Now, I want to spend my money on Laurel. I put her name on the deed too.
    “So, wait. You bought it. With your own money. But it’s mine too. Why would you do that?”
    Did she seriously just ask me that?
    Her head’s tilted to one side. She’s breathing heavily, her lips slightly parted. Her eyebrows meet in the middle creating two frustrated little lines that I want to just kiss away.
    How can she not know?
    She watches me closely as I stand up slightly and reach for her hand. As soon as it meets mine I pull her to me, creating a huge splash in the water as I slump back against the side and arrange her legs either side of mine, my hands skimming over her back.
    “Laurel. You’re my girl.