Crushed (Breaking the Rules Series Book 5) by K Webster Page A

the room, never taking my eyes off her. My need for her is so incredibly strong—I’m drawn to her as if she’s pulling me by an invisible rope.
    “Pepper, we’re taking you up on your offer. I’m stealing Andi away to”—I dart my eyes over to her and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind—“shower.”
    She and Opal laugh when I scoop Andi up from the arm of the couch.
    “Let’s clean you up, woman,” I growl and nip at her neck.
    Her squeal is muffled by my lips against hers as I walk us blindly down the hallway toward our room. The moment we make it inside, I kick the door shut.
    “We can’t have sex,” she whines when I set her down. She looks positively heartbroken.
    “I know, but I just need to touch you. Get naked, beautiful.”
    Her face lights up, and then we both strip as fast as we can. As soon as she’s bare for me, I seize her, pulling her against me. My cock is sandwiched between us, and I could almost come from the feel of the soft skin of her belly touching it. Tangling my hand in her hair, I tilt her head back and smash my lips against hers.
    She tastes like fucking hummus—I still don’t know why she likes that shit—but to me, she tastes decadent. Her mouth urgently fights with mine, each of us eager to taste the other as if we may never have the chance to again. But I know. I know I’ll spend my entire lifetime kissing her.
    She’s mine.
    My hand slides between us and I cup her swollen breasts. The doctor said that they would eventually go down once the milk is completely dried up and, until then, they would be sore. So I touch her softly. And as her nipple hardens under the stroke of my thumb, she whimpers.
    I walk her backwards toward the shower, never breaking my lips or my body from hers. Together, we somehow manage to turn on the water, and once it gets hot, we step inside. As the spray of the hot water rains down on us, I squeeze her to me.
    “Andi, I want to make you come,” I groan as I drag my fingers down her body and tentatively touch her pussy.
    When her eyes find mine, I see the worry.
    “I’ll just touch you here,” I whisper as I gently push against her clit.
    The gasp that rushes from her isn’t a pained one—it’s a needy one. As I gradually begin running small circles there, she starts whimpering. She needs this just as much as I do. And I’m so focused on my task that, when her hand grasps my cock, I grunt loudly. My eyes roll back in my head because it all feels so damn good—my finger on her pussy, her hand around my aching dick, her soft skin against mine, the hot water blanketing us.
    “Oh,” she cries out, and her body buckles against my touch. My sweet wife is coming.
    “That’s it, baby. Let it go,” I coo.
    And she does. I watch in awe as she tosses her head back, baring her long, smooth neck, and moans out loud with her release. It’s so fucking hot to see that I shoot hot semen all over her belly as I come too. My God, we’re like two damn teenagers.
    When we both come down from our high, I pull her against me.
    “I’ll never get enough of you,” I mumble into her hair.
    She squeezes me to her. “Likewise, hot stuff.”
    I narrow my eyes at her and give her the scariest look I can muster. She, of course, just giggles.
    “Good, because I’m about to give you another orgasm. This time, I want to see if my tongue is as good as my finger,” I growl.
    She raises a sassy eyebrow. “That,” she grins, “I know is a fact, but please feel free to test out your theory.”
    And I do.
    And she’s right.

    “Wake up, Mommy,” I yawn sleepily.
    The morning sun isn’t even up yet, but our Tyler is. His wide eyes are intent on staring me down. After I changed him and fed him this morning, we were ready for some family time.
    I crawl into bed with him and lay him between us. Andi peeks an eye open and smiles when she sees Tyler. Her smiles are golden—perfect.
    “Good morning, boys,” she murmurs and reaches over to touch