I look over my shoulder in the direction of the party. “Mother…”
She catches my chin, pulling my face back to hers. “He’s not bisexual. He’s 100 percent gay, and you can’t tell anyone.”
My eyes narrow. “I would never out him, but if he’s so gay and he thinks you’re so beautiful…”
“He doesn’t know how the guys will react, and he likes being team captain.” She steps back, twisting her fingers. “Of course, Mav wouldn’t care. We grew up with our uncles Craig and Clint…”
“My aunt Cass’s little sister lived with a drag queen before she got married. Auntie Monay still lives in Eureka with her dog Angie Dickinson II.”
Gina’s eyes widen, and she holds up a finger. “We’ll come back to that. The point is, he’s not ready to come out, and it’s a very personal thing. You can never,nevertell him I told you, and if he does choose to come out at some point, you’d better be the most surprised member of the team.”
Catching her by the waist, I pull her to my chest. “How surprised would you be if I told you John needs to see Kendall right now?”
Her lips press into a smile, and she reaches up to thread her fingers in the short pieces of hair that have escaped my ponytail.
“I do love a guy in a ponytail.”
Leaning closer, I kiss the side of her jaw. “How do you feel about pirates?”
“Hmm…” She exhales a noise that registers straight to my cock. “I’ve never been with a pirate before.”
Moving my face above hers, I look down at her soft lips. “I’d be up for a quickie… if you would?”
She rises onto her toes, wrapping her arms around my neck. Our noses slide together, and she nods. “I would.”
“Fuck, Gina.” I groan. “I might’ve begged.”
A soft laugh slips from her throat as I consume her full lips. We kiss through our smiles, tongues curling, as we pull each other closer.
Her dress is beautiful, and it’s all the way to the floor. I can’t figure out the best way inside it, until she turns to face the washer.
“Here…” She grabs the skirt, pulling it higher. “Help me.”
Oh fuck. My dick is so hard, I’m not about to question this. I slide my large hands up the outside of her thighs, lifting the sparkling garment over her cute, round ass.
My brow collapses, and I grip her soft flesh with my hands, kneading it, spreading it apart with my thumbs.
“I love your ass.” I groan.
“Owen…” she moans, and I know, it’s supposed to be quick.
I unfasten my pants, letting them fall so my cock is exposed. Sliding my hands up her thighs, I find her clit and begin to circle. She’s already so fucking wet.
“Fuck…” I reach down to search my pockets. “I don’t have a condom.”
“Just pull out,” she groans. “Hurry, I need you.”
“Gina.” My throat aches, and I know this is risky.
I have too many feelings for her, and trusting my animalbrain to know when to stop is asking a lot. But the crack in her voice is more than I can bear.
Grasping my dick, I slide it up and down her dripping core before thrusting balls-deep into her body.
“Fuuuuuuk…” I groan, gripping the shelf for support. “Gina, holy shit, that’s good.”
My voice is ragged. She’s so hot and warm and tight and wet. I’m pretty sure my brain broke, and then she starts rocking her ass against me.
“Fuck me, Owen,” she whispers, and I almost blow right there.
