His hand tightened in her hair as she increased the pace.Could she feel him pulsing as she pumped him?
“You need to—” he gasped, tugging gently to move her away.She’d turned him on to the point where he had no cohesive thoughts left.
“Ah, fuck!”He came hard and he watched her swallow everything he had to give her.
Drea licked him clean.He pulled her against his chest, loving the way she snuggled there.
His heart raced furiously.“You want to hear something crazy?”
“What?”She kissed the spot above his heart.
“That’s the first time I ever… well, you know.”
“How can any of that be your first anything?”
Cujo reached for the blanket and cocooned them both in the soft white bedding.“Surgery, chemo… it all sucked.But as I started to feel better, I couldn’t”—he put the arm that wasn’t around her over his eyes—“I couldn’t perform.”He sighed, rolled onto his side to face her.
“I couldn’t get an erection at eighteen and it looked weird down there.”
She ran her fingers over his stubbled chin.
“I wondered if I’d ever be able to have sex again, which any doctor will tell you is normal, but still I worried.”He shook his head.
“You’ve made up for it.”She giggled.
“That’s the point.Once it started to function again, I was so fucking relieved, I needed to prove to myself I wasn’t broken.I made up for lost time.But it never felt like it does with you.”
He threaded his fingers with hers, then kissed each of her fingertips.
“I had reconstructive surgery.But I never… well, I never wanted girls to… man.This sucks.”Seriously, fucking shoot me now.
Drea ran her fingers down the long scar below his sternum.“How did you explain this?”
“Said it was from a rock climbing accident.”
“Do you actually rock climb?”
“Yeah, I actually do.”He tucked her into his shoulder, his arm wrapped tightly around her.“I’ve never told anyone about the cancer.Total mood killer.”They sat silently for a while.“You were amazing by the way,” he said finally.
“You just admitted you haven’t got anything to compare it to.”
“I don’t need anything to compare it to.”
Hard again, he guided her hand between his legs so she’d understand how perfect she was.“Believe me now?”he asked, flipping her on her back.“Your turn, Shortcake.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Drea grabbed another plate ofpastelito de guayabaoff the counter.Popping one into her mouth and taking a moment to savor the guava filling, she took the plate around the living room to circulate.Thank goodness for José.She’d never be able to repay him for everything he’d done for her.He’d refused to take payment for the food, covered her shifts for the day, and asked his cousin who ran the funeral home to make every effort to accommodate the funeral quickly.
It was unlikely the arches of her feet would ever forgive her.She was desperate to kick off the black heels.
“Andrea,pequeña.”
Drea smoothed the front of her dress with her free hand.“Hey, Mrs.Hernandes.Thank you for coming.”It was a short walk from her home four doors away, but her neighbor was incredibly unsteady on her feet.
“Your young man helped me up the steps.Qué nino tan hermoso.”
Was he ever?Drea looked over to where Cujo was leaning against the wall talking to Trent, hewasa fine looking man.
