Free NeedMe by Cari Quinn

of arousal darkening her cheeks, she took as much pleasure from
the act as she gave.
    While his frantic breathing slowed, Cale watched them. He
reached up to smooth the damp blonde curls away from her face, holding her hair
back so she could lean up to deep throat Tony like the devious angel she was.
    “Fucking hell,” Tony stroked her clit and hoped his fingers
weren’t as clumsy as they felt. “Right there. Dammit. Marsh.” Then she
swallowed the head and it was over. “Hell yeah, baby,” he groaned, pushing his
way into her throat until she quivered beneath him.
    He couldn’t hold back the hot flood of his orgasm or his
need to shove his fingers into all that tight, drenched warmth between her
legs. They came together, or else she put on a good show, clasping his fingers
deep inside while his cock pulsed out the last of his release. So sexy. He
wanted to lick up every drop of juice that soaked into the sheets before he
made her lose her mind all over again.
    “Such a delicious cock you have. It’s all mine, isn’t it?”
His nod drained him of the last of his strength. She laughed, sounding as light
and free as a summer day. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up.” She gave him a
leisurely bath with her lips and tongue before nudging Cale over so Tony had
room to collapse beside them.
    There weren’t words. What could they say? So much more than
sex had transpired tonight and trying to give voice to it would be like trying
to capture a candle flame in a closed fist. Explaining or analyzing it would
only snuff out the fire quicker.
    Or burn someone.
    Tony closed his eyes, unable to resist the heavy weight of
sleep. He felt too damn good. Comfortable. Happy.
    Marcia shifted beside him and he cracked open an eyelid as
she peered down at her belly then at him. “ Hot ? That’s the note you
wrote?”
    He chuckled and tucked her against him. “Pretty much sums it
up, don’t you think?”
    “Yes.” Though Tony had been sure he’d passed out, Cale
roused enough to answer in the affirmative. “Now fucking go to sleep.”
    Laughing, Marcia cuddled into Tony’s chest while he reached
over to flick out the light. “Nap,” she whispered, licking Tony’s nipple. “No
one’s sleeping through my fantasy.”
    “Nap,” Tony agreed, wondering what his vixen had in mind for
them next.
    He couldn’t wait to find out.

Chapter Six
     
    Marcia flicked her tongue against hard flesh and sighed.
What a way to wake up.
    “You’re incredible,” Cale whispered, drawing her into the
welcoming shelter of his arms. “What’s next, Blondie?”
    “Hmm, choices, choices.” She snuggled against him and
delighted in the wonderful turn her life had taken. They’d given her so much
tonight, not the least of which was multiple orgasms. Realizing she didn’t feel
Tony’s solid warmth behind her, she glanced over her shoulder. It was still
full dark outside. “Where’s Tony?”
    “Went to go get some greasy food from that diner down the
block.” Cale chuckled and buried his nose in her hair. “Apparently someone he
knows and loves always likes a hearty meal after sex.”
    Some part of her brain dinged a warning. Loves? Really? As much as she wanted to prod Cale for information, she tamped down on
the urge. He probably didn’t mean anything by what he’d said anyway. “Mama
Rosa’s has the best four-cheese and mushroom omelets you’ve ever had. Add some
home fries smothered in ketchup and mmm.”
    He laughed and reached down to rub her ass. “I’m so glad you
don’t do that usual female thing and pretend you only like salad.”
    “I did for a long time. Thirty-eight years plus, in fact.”
She shrugged and rolled on her back. “Then I left the Nook and said what the
hell. Why not eat two rolls with dinner if I wanted them? Why not skip a
punishing run to walk through the park and check out the flowers?”
    “Life’s too short.”
    “It really is. I guess in some ways I took it too far
because I still don’t