Free DOTTY (The Naughty Ones Book 3) by Kristina Weaver

and pull him deeper.
    The contractions, the rippling, hard shattering deep inside has me flooding us both with my honey, but that just seems to spur him on.
    “Yes, that’s it, squeeze me, baby. Drink all of me down.”
    He comes with a snarl and gnashing teeth and the feel of him pumping so deep and hard has me going over again, my sheath pulling so tight I hear him curse and go stiff as more heat fills me.
    Minutes later I regain myself only to feel Paul crushing me into the bed, his body still quaking and letting off small spurt before he goes completely lax and groans into my neck.
    I know the feeling. I’m so spent and boneless I feel like moving ever again would kill me.
                  Paul Summers is, without a doubt, the first man who has ever made me feel this way, and if I didn’t know better I would totally think that what I’m feeling right now goes far beyond a crush and into the realm of an emotion I don’t want or need to feel right now.
    This was too intimate, too…everything, and yet as I feel him push up and stare down at me I know that I don’t regret it and that I would do it over and over again till I have no choice but to let him go and walk away.
    Still feeling his stare, I pry my eyes open to see him looking down at me with an expression that has me clenching around his softening sex.
    “Hey, baby doll. You okay?”
    I force myself to smile and nod slowly. I can’t talk right now with the emotions trying to bubble up and overwhelm me, so instead I push up and kiss him slowly, sweetly, letting him know that I am so with him right now.
    “I have about a million things to say right now but none of them will do justice to what I just felt. All I can say is thank you for letting me have this gift, and hell, I hope it was good enough that you’ll let me do it again.”
    I giggle at that, loving this playful side of him, and kiss him again before flopping back down and smiling smugly.
    “I’ll definitely consider that, Mr. Summers.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    “Definitely yes. Now get off me, you big hunk of man flesh. You haven’t had lunch and after that I probably need to eat something to replace what we just blew away.”
    We don’t have words of love to share, and while it feels strange to have felt all that and not share love, I still feel good enough to slap his ass on my way to the bathroom and thoroughly bask in the glow that’s invaded me.
    One thing I have got to say. Paul Summers just lit up my whole world and set me on fire, and boy am I glad I have three weeks of this to look forward to.

Chapter Nine
    Drowning
    Dot
                  “Hey, sexy lady. What are you thinking about?” I hear just before a set of arms wrap around me from behind and I feel Paul pull me against his broad chest.
    He’s so tall his chin doesn’t reach my head, but I kinda like feeling so dwarfed by the man.
    “Oh nothing. Just talked to the girls is all.”
    “You missing them?” he asks, turning me to look down at me with worry.
    For some reason Paul seems to want me to love it here and he’s always trying to make me comfortable. Why it should be so important to him is a mystery, but I think I like him being this attentive.
    “No, which is weird seeing as they’ve been my girls for so long I don’t remember a time when we weren’t conjoined.”
    “What’s up then? You bored?” he asks with concern.
    “Yeah right! This place is freaking awesome. It’s so quiet I could nap in the afternoon if I wanted, and there’s tons to do if I don’t. No, I’m all good, just a little pissed at myself right now is all. Don’t worry, it will pass,” I assure him, bending to grab the basket. “Whatcha doing home this early anyway? I thought you were doing some super manly ranching stuff all day.”
    That earns me a chuckle and a swat to the ass as we get inside and he pulls the laundry basket I was holding out of my hand.
    “Well I was and then I got to thinking that I have this