“Fuck, Savannah, not sure I can last much longer,” he hissed.
He shifted his weight to one hand, while the other zeroed in on my clit. Heat concentrated in my core, and I felt the overwhelming sensation mounting. He rubbed me again and again, then ground against me on his upward thrusts. The sensations weren’t mounting any more, they had built to a high crest.
“Oh, God,” I whimpered, and my orgasm rushed over me.
“Fuck,” he groaned, then stilled with his release.
He withdrew only to glide back in, then repeated the motion twice more, like he couldn’t get enough. For some reason, I liked that.
I stared up at him. “That was pretty fucking epic.”
He smiled, then lowered his head and laughed into my shoulder. He lifted his head, his eyes dancing over my face. “Yeah, that it was. Let me deal with this condom, baby.”
I couldn’t help but marvel at Punc’s nakedness when he came back into the room. He crawled across his side of the bed until he hovered over me.
“Do you have a shift tomorrow?” he asked.
I twisted my lips to the side. “This is no time to bring up work, honey.”
He lowered himself so his weight rested on his forearms. “This isn’t bringing up work, it’s bringing up the fact that I don’t share. After something that phenomenal, it’s official: you’re mine. Other men seeing what’s mine is a problem.”
I forced myself to keep a neutral tone. “How am I supposed to pay my bills then?”
His head twisted an inch as he thought about it. “We’ll figure something out, but dancing for other men is over.”
My eyebrows arched. “So in all this, I’m the one who has to quit.”
He shifted so that he was partly on his side, holding his head in his hand, but he had one thick leg draped over me. “I didn’t say you have to quit. I said you aren’t dancing anymore because I can’t deal with you baring yourself to strangers.”
“In other words, I could wait tables?”
His lips pursed for a moment. “Not real cool with that. Half my time is spent telling drunks to keep their hands off the servers’ asses.”
“Punc,” I started.
He put his finger to my lips. “You told me, ‘Most women don’t want to take their clothes off to make ends meet.’ And you didn’t have a choice. Now, I’m taking care of Frank Darren which means you have a choice about dancing.”
I glanced away from him.
“What is it, honey?” he asked.
I met his gaze. “Working for Rita gave me enough to cover my own bills, but even then, things got tight once in a while. Now that I’m Cat’s guardian, I’ve got to find a way to make more - regardless of the debt Mom left us.”
He traced his finger along my hairline and around my ear. “What do you want to do? And what about child support? Wasn’t your mom getting that from your dad.”
I shook my head. “She didn’t, at least not based on what I saw in her bank statements. And I’m not going to hold his feet to the fire on that because he’d probably insist on going before a judge or some shit, and I don’t have the money for a lawyer. Especially not with Cat’s senior trip deposit coming due soon, and all the other stuff that goes with being a senior.”
He leaned forward and gave my lips a peck. “Sweetheart, you figure out what you want to do. The rest will work itself out.”
“I sure hope you’re right because my luck hasn’t been going that way.”
He dragged his finger down my neck to my chest, but didn’t touch my breasts. “You mentioned an insurance payout, right?”
“Yes.”
“That will take some of the pressure off,” he said, then kissed my shoulder.
His attention to my body was getting me more and more aroused. I forced myself to stay focused on the conversation. “Maybe, but I was hoping there would be enough to pay off the second mortgage.”
