Coming Home by M.A. Stacie

hand. She wanted him inside her.
    Now.
    "Pax."
    He pushed up her skirt and moved her lace
thong to one side. His finger slipped along her creamed slit, his
eyes transfixed by her pussy.
    "I want my cock buried deep inside of you,
Syd. I want it badly."
    He delved into her warm, wet heat, his thumb
skimming over her swollen clit once. She bucked her hips and her
thighs started to quake. They both exhaled loudly.
    "Yes, Pax. Yes."
    Grinning, his warm brown eyes raked over her
body. His thumb continued to circle her clit while he fought with
the condom packet. She had to ease the latex over his large
erection, palming his balls, and feeling them tighten.
    Dropping her forehead to rest against his,
she readjusted herself on his lap, nestling his cock between the
lips of her sex. Her breath mingled with his and she glanced up,
locking her gaze with his. Sydney moved closer to his chest,
rubbing the head of his erection along her clit. She whimpered,
though it got cut short, catching in her throat when he thrust
fiercely into her.
    "Oh, yeah, sweetheart, fuckin' perfect," he
said through gritted teeth.
    Sydney rolled her hips, smiling when his eyes
fluttered closed. He cupped her breast again, tugging on her
nipple. "God dammit, Pax! Fuck me," she panted.
    His cock kicked inside of her, and seconds
later he grunted, pumping faster into her slick channel. His
breathing went shallow and labored as he thrust upwards with all
the strength he had. The air around them crackled with a sexual
tension and it ignited their lust further. With each push the
sensation got more intense. Sydney grew hotter and wetter. She
clenched her muscles around his shaft, keeping a tight hold on him
within her body. Pax tweaked her nipple again, grunting when she
squeezed him tighter. Her body tensed and the flames of her orgasm
lapped at her sex. Pax sensed her growing need and moved his hand
between their bodies, stroking her clit as he pounded into her.
    "Pax, I… Pax… Oh, yes!"
    Her eyes rolled back, the orgasm singing
through her. It pulsed along her bloodstream, leaving her
breathless, and when the last wave of ecstasy ebbed, Pax stiffened.
He trembled, his stomach contracting as he yelled into her chest,
spilling his seed into the latex.
    Neither moved for a while, lost in their own
completion. It had been the first time they'd been together without
Caleb, and that thought had her beating down a wave of guilt. There
would be times when she'd, once again, be intimate with Caleb
without Pax. They couldn't be a threesome all the time.
    Pax panted into her breasts and she stroked
his hair to calm him. She remained entwined with Pax for a short
while, exhaling when he slipped from her body. "Pax," she
whispered, kissing the top of his head.
    "Hmm?"
    "We should move. Anyone could find us
here."
    Someone cleared their throat and both Sydney
and Pax stiffened. Sydney followed Pax's horrified gaze. Her father
stood, leaning against the wooden fence, his arms crossed over his
chest.
    "Anyone just did." 

Chapter 11
    Sydney's blood ran cold and her heart all but
leaped out of her chest. Jack's eyes narrowed, his gaze darting
from her to Pax, but giving very little away.
    "Dad…" she started, but drifted off. She had
no idea what she could say to explain the situation.
    Pax leaned across the grass for her top,
pulling it over her head. She shoved her arms into the sleeves
before moving off his lap to sit on the grass. Unable to think of
anything other than the fact that her father had seen her having
sex with two men in as many days, she tried again.
    "Dad." She couldn't seem to move past the
word, her tongue tangling on anything else.
    He would hate her; think of her as easy or
cheap.
    She'd made one hell of a mess with this whole
situation.
    "I'll be waitin' in the cottage," Jack
responded gruffly. "Come alone, Sydney."
    With that short demand, he turned and walked
out of the paddock. Sydney gulped, shoving her hands into her hair
and cradling her