Gripping her slim hips, I pull her body against mine, squinting my eyes to keep from coming in two pumps like a fifteen-year-old.
“It’s too good…” I groan. “I’ve gotta stop.”
“Don’t you dare,” she gasps, fucking me with her hips.
“You feel so damn good. I’m gonna come.”
“Just a little more.” Her hips keep rocking, and I gulp back a yell.
Two more thrusts, and I yank my cock from her luscious body, holding it away from her sparkling dress as I come on the dirty clothes in the open basket.
“Oh, shit…” My legs shake, and I can’t believe I had the willpower to pull out. “I’ll clean this up.”
Gina turns, pulling my face down to hers and kissing me long and hard. I put my hands on each side of her, kissing her back with equal force, equal hunger.
“You didn’t finish.” Dropping to my knee, I toss her leg over my shoulder and bury my face in her sweet pussy.
“Oh, shit!” She lifts her hips, gripping the back of my head with her hand.
I lick and suck, faster as she rocks her hips against my face.
“Right there… Right there!” She hits a note the dogs probably hear, then breaks into shudders, pulling my hair and moaning.
I kiss the inside of her trembling thigh, straightening on my knees to wrap my arms around her waist. She bends down to hug me, kissing my temple as her fingers comb my hair.
A loud cheer comes from the party, bringing us around, and I stand, straightening my pants and tucking in my shirt. She cleans up with an unstained washcloth then smooths her dress and straightens her hair. I scoop up the dirty clothes and toss them into the machine.
I flip the switch to rinse only. We can worry about sorting and all the rest tomorrow. She starts to exit through the door, but I catch her arm, pulling her to me again.
Looking down, I hold her cheeks in my hands, gazing into her bright eyes. I’m so different now.
I came here a broken man. A man who thought life had nothing left for him. A man who didn’t want a second chance, who wanted to bury that part of himself.
Now I have her, this magical creature. Looking into her eyes, I see a family, a mother for my little girl, someone to share my life with.
She steals the breath from my lungs, she makes me irrationally angry at the thought of another man touching her. She makes me irrationally happy…
Tracing my finger along her jaw, I huff a laugh. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Her pretty brow lines with concern.
“How I acted just now… I didn’t know I could feel that way.”
“Oh…” Her head tilts, and a teasing glint is in her eyes. “I’ll let you make it up to me.”
“I will.”
“Next time you’re blind with jealousy?” Her eyebrow arches.
“If I fuck your brains out every time I’m jealous of you, there won’t be anything left.”
She places her hands on my face, rising on her tiptoes to kiss me long and slow. “You never have to be jealous, Owen Stone. I’m not going anywhere.”
17
GINA
“What if we host a Día De Los Muertos party for foster dogs?” I lean back against the couch cushions, looking over the still-decorated living room. “We can include the shelter, too. Extend the holiday, and do some good.”
