Placing my hands under her arms, I dragged her up my body and moved my palms to her ass, hoisting her in the air. She caught on quickly, locked her legs around my waist, and I pressed her against the shower wall.
“Need to be inside you,” I panted, still charged up from her sweet mouth.
Her pretty lips formed an O as I grabbed my dick, lined myself up to her entrance, and was just about to press inside when my oh-shit meter went off.
“No condom,” I told her, dropping her feet back down to the floor. “Be right back.”
Not giving a damn if I got anything wet, I raced out to the nightstand and found what I desperately needed. Running back into the bathroom, I slid across the tile floor, my arms out almost like I was surfing, working to balance myself.
With the curtain still pulled back, Patience took in the scene and laughed her ass off at me just as I managed to come to a stop without killing myself.
“Think that’s funny, huh?” I asked.
Her head nodded while her eyes stayed glued to my hands in motion as I tore open the package and rolled the condom on.
“Get in here,” she demanded.
“Bossy. It’s hot,” I told her as I jumped back in the shower.
Wasting no time, I had her legs wrapped around me once again and pressed her up against the shower wall a second time. I slowly shoved inside her channel, both of us moaning in unison.
“Damn, you feel like home wrapped around me like this.”
I wasn’t expecting her to giggle, but that’s exactly what she did. “What’s so funny?” I asked, giving her butt a playful squeeze.
Patience moaned in pleasure before saying, “Mi casa es su casa.”
My brows knitted together as I thought about that for a second, earning me another giggle. Then it clicked. “Did you just say, ‘my house is your house’ in Spanish?
She gave me the most adorable, sheepish grin and nodded.
“So to sum this up, you’re saying that since being inside you feels like home, your body is my body?”
When she snorted, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. There I was with the most caring, beautiful, funny, and sexiest woman on the planet. I was buried deep inside her, and we were making jokes. Despite having hurt her feelings, she still took me into her heart and body without pause.
“Yup, now move,” she said, swiveling her hips and pulling a groan from me.
Fuck if she wasn’t the perfect woman for me in every way.
“Anything for you, sweetheart.”
And boy did I move until we fell over the edge.
I watched as the ladies hugged.
It was truly awesome that they bonded in such a shorttime—they’d become fast friends. Patience was my world, and Dusty would somehow always be part of my life.
“I wish you didn’t have to go,” my wife told Dusty.
Griffin yanked on my hand, and I looked down. “Why does she have to leave?”
He looked as sad as his mother.
“Because she doesn’t live here, Champ.” Letting go of his hand, I rested mine on top of his head and ruffled his hair. “She’ll come back to visit, or maybe we can go see her.”
With that, he ran toward the ladies who were a foot in front of us. “Auntie Dusty, Daddy said you can come back, or we can come see you!” His voice echoed through the airport as he shouted with excitement.
Dusty looked at Griffin with a huge smile. “Of course I’ll be back, and you are always welcome to come visit me.” She squeezed him against her side with her free hand, her cane in the other.
