“So fucking beautiful,” I growled.
Josh’s ass tightened like a vise around my cock, and he shouted my name as he came. His orgasm ignited mine, and his chute milked my balls until I had nothing left to give. I pulled out of him carefully when I was done and lowered his legs back down so I could give him a kiss.
I didn’t expect to find him glaring at me, but the source of his ire was plain to see all over his face, rather it was splashed all over his face. “You came hard for me,” I said before I licked his cum that had splattered over his lips. “Yum.”
“It’s a damn good thing I love you,” he said. “Only you could get away with fucking me on the table where we eat and making me come in my own mouth.”
“Well, never let it be said that I don’t have skills,” I said, holding out a hand to help him up.
“One of them better be that you’re proficient with Clorox wipes,” he said before he sauntered off toward the bathroom to get cleaned up. I loved watching the bounce of his firm ass cheeks.
“I’ll even cook dinner,” I hollered after him.
“After you clean the cum off the table,” he fired back. “We fuck like animals, baby, but we don’t live like them.”
Some might call me whipped when I pulled out the wipes beneath the sink and wiped the table before I got in the shower with him, but I didn’t care. I pulled him to me beneath the spray of hot water and said, “Tell me about your day, Sunshine.”
“You won’t believe it,” Josh said with a quirky smile.
“Try me.”
“IT WENT A LITTLEsomething like this,” I told Gabe. “I took Buddy with me for a morning run to try and wake up my sleepy brain. I’d had dreams of Fabio all night long and…”
“Whoa!” Gabe exclaimed loudly. His eyes opened wide in shock, and it was unfortunate that he’d been rinsing the soap from his hair at the time. “Fuck! My eyes!”
“Baby, I’m sorry.” I worried my bottom lip between my teeth as he sputtered and cursed while getting the soap out of his eyes.
“Back the fuck up, Sunshine. Are you sorry that you confessed to dreaming about another dude or are you sorry that you burned my retinas in the process?” He shook his head slowly and asked, “You’re dreaming about our new neighbor so early in our relationship? That’s not good for our outlook.” I couldn’t tell by Gabe’s cop slash poker face if he was truly upset or if he was playing me. His bloodshot eyes could’ve been from rage or the soap; it was hard to say which was true. Both?
“They weren’t those kinds of dreams, Gabriel.” The tone of my voice and the use of his first name let him know I meant business. “They were filled with fear and uncertainty. Him living next door to us increases my heart rate in ways that have nothing to do with my dick!” I elbowed him out of the way to hog the water a little more. I decided perhaps my little cock-teasing stunt below wasn’t harsh enough. Had I known he had such little faith in us…
“I’m sorry, Sunshine.” He wrapped his strong arms around me and nuzzled my neck.
I won’t even pretend that I didn’t melt into him. People can tout Disney’s theme parks as the happiest places all they wanted, but Gabe’s arms were my happy place. They can have the mouse; I had the man. “You’re forgiven. Can I continue now?”
“Please do,” Gabe said.
“So, I felt bad about how I acted toward him last night. My being uncomfortable with him was no excuse for shitty behavior. I would like to think I learned my lesson with you,” I added.
“That’s so mature of you, Sunshine.”
“I have potential,” I confidently told Gabe, then continued with my story. “I decided that I would give Emory cookies as an apology…” My words were interrupted by a loud growl emanating from Gabe’s throat. “Store bought cookies that aren’t half as good as mine, baby,” I assured him. “I only make those chocolate chip cookies for you from now on.”
“That’s what I want to hear,” Gabe said in a gravelly voice filled with passion. “I’ll never share my cookies.” The way he palmed my junk made it known he wasn’t really talking about dessert.
“Yes, baby, my oven will never know any other loaf but yours,” I said, pushing my ass against his groin. I cleared my throat and decided I better focus because I could tell our cookie talk was going to lead to activities that didn’t include baking or talking—unless it was dirty talking.
“Damn straight,” Gabe said. There was nothing straight about me but I dared not veer down that road, or I’d never get to the interesting parts of my day.
“I stopped by The Brew for a coffee and to grab a muffin and some cookies for Emory. As I was leaving, I ran into thegoodmayor, who basically threatened to…”
“Wait a fucking minute,” Gabe interrupted me. “Do you want to repeat that?”
I turned in the circle of his arms and looked up into his face, which was red with fury. There was no mistaking his bristling as anything other than raw anger. “Not really,” I said honestly. “Look, let’s do the quick version of this so you don’t stroke out. Rocky thought by the contemptuous look on my face at seeing him that you told me about his affair with Jack Wallace. He started to bluster about what he’d do if I revealed his secret. I told him that you didn’t tell me anything and I didn’t need another reason to hate his fucking guts…”
“You said that?” Gabe asked in shock.
“I’m paraphrasing, Gabe. Keep up here.” I rolled my eyes exaggeratingly. I vowed not to mention how Rocky almost slipped up and used the three-letter F-word because I worried what he might do to the toad. “I told him he couldn’t do shit to me as mayor and that all the power came from the county commissioners who wouldn’t dare stand against me. They’re either my clients or spouses of my clients, and they adore me,” I boasted proudly. “I might’ve advanced on him and pointed my finger in his smashed, ugly face. I’m sure it looked like a heated argument when Emory walked up and…”
