TWENTY-NINE
Drake
“I decided not to apply for the job in North Carolina,” Elodie says through my speakerphone, catching me by surprise. “I figure you might’ve forgotten about it since I haven’t brought it up since the day at the lake. But in case it was rolling around in the back of your brain, you don’t have to worry about it anymore.”
“Why? What happened?”
“Well, I’d like to say it’s because I can’t leave you guys behind. But the real reason is that I offhandedly mentioned it to my boss on Monday, and she went to the big boss and got me a hefty raise that takes effect next week.”
I nod approvingly. “I like that.”
“Me, too.” She laughs. “So what are you up to?”
“Right now, I’m lighting a candle in the kitchen because Gianna is on her way over.”
It sounds like such a flex as it comes out of my mouth.Gianna Bardot is on her way to me. What a lucky fuck I am.
I take a quick look around the kitchen to ensure I didn’t miss anything. The counters are clean, and the floor is swept. Thebathroom has been straightened, and I changed the sheets on my bed. The flowers we made at Blow Me were delivered today. They sit on the counter for her to take home.
“How are things going with Gianna?” Elodie asks.
“I hate to jinx myself, but they’re going great. It’s just so easy with her, El. It’s only been a few weeks, but I can’t remember what my life was like without her.” I chuckle. “That sounds like a crock of shit, doesn’t it?”
She laughs. “Not necessarily, but it is funny hearing you talk like this. I love it, though. I love that you found someone who makes you this happy, because I can hear it in your voice.”
Gianna does make me happy. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Hey, she’s here,” I say as my doorbell rings. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“If you want, but I didn’t have anything else to say. I just wanted to tell you that Raleigh is off the table.”
“Glad to hear it.”Also glad that we don’t have to tell Mom.“Love you.”
“Love you. Bye.”
I slide my phone on the counter on my way to the door. I yank it open and find Gianna standing on the other side. She looks me up and down … with a frown.
“What’s wrong?” I say, when I see the disappointed look on her face.
She pouts. “You promised that you would be naked and wet, and you’re very clothed and very dry—ah!” She giggles as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, bringing our lips together in a hard, deliberate kiss. My tongue sweeps across hers, and she moans into my mouth, her body melting against me.
I pull away, dragging in a ragged rush of air and resting my forehead against hers. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she says breathlessly.
“What’s getting eaten first—the pizza or your pussy?”
She reaches between us and palms my already hard cock, grinning mischievously. “Me. The answer is always me.”
“You’re damn right that the answer is always you.”
“It feels like the answer should beyou.” She cups her hand around my length through the soft fabric of my sweatpants and runs it up and down. The friction is just enough—the constriction just tight enough, to make me shiver. “I’m going to ride the fuck out of you tonight.”
What am I supposed to say to that?I grin.Could she be any more perfect?
Every muscle in my body flexes as I imagine her straddling me—her perfect tits bouncing and her fire pussy pulsing on my cock. Her giggles. Her moans. The way she says my name mid-orgasm is something dreams are made of.
I take her hand, wait for her to kick her slides off by the door, and lead her into the apartment.
