With my teeth, I rip open the condom and slide it down my length. Once I’m covered, I line the head of my cock up with her entrance. I don’t even have to ask if she still wants this.
“Please, Holt. I need you inside me.”
With one thrust, I slide deep into her tight pussy. “Fuuuuuuck.”
I meet Gia’s dark blue gaze, and something passes between us. This might’ve started as a quick and dirty fuck, but it’s somehow turned into something else entirely.
With one look, Gia just opened herself up to me emotionally, not just physically. I lift her arms over her head, linking our fingers together as I slowly thrust into her, grinding against her clit with every pass.
I kiss her gently, silently telling her that I know she’s just given me a gift no one else has ever come close to receiving. I have no idea if I’m capable of taking care of her. I’m not the same man I was three years ago, but I’m willing to see what happens next if she is.
Her second orgasm rolls over her in slow but powerfulwaves. Her pussy tightens around me like a vice, giving me no other choice but to follow her over that proverbial edge. My whole body tenses up as I come, the sensation rolling down my spine and gathering in my center as she pulls every last drop of cum out of me.
I drop my head into her neck as I try to catch my breath. This is not what I imagined would happen when I got home tonight. Shifting my weight, I deal with the condom and then roll us over to tuck her into my chest. “I’d planned to come in here to ask you out to dinner.”
“Instead, you got a show.”
“One I would love to see again. And again. And again.”
Gia snorts. “Maybe tomorrow, Cowboy. You wore me out.”
“I can work with that.” A little nagging question sits at the back of my head. “There will be a tomorrow, right?”
Gia pulls back, her eyes reading every anxiety on my face. “Yes. I’m sorry I walked out the first time. I should’ve handled that differently, but I was scared.” Her gaze darts away as if she didn’t mean to tell me that.
“I’m terrified.”
She whips her head up, and I breathe out a laugh. “If you think I have all this figured out, you’re wrong. I have no idea what I’m doing, Rainbow. I haven’t dated anyone since Hannah, and that was almost twenty years ago. If you’re willing to be patient with me, I’m willing to do the same for you while we figure out what this could be.”
She’s quiet for a moment, but then shocks me with her next words. “Will you tell me about her? About Hannah?”
The question is so unexpected, I don’t know what to say.
“Unless it’s too hard, then forget I said anything.” She starts to pull away. “Actually, you know what. Never mind. I’ll just go clean up?—”
I yank her back to me. “Oh no, you don’t.” Pressing a kissto her mouth, I stop her protest from forming. “Are you sure you want to know? I don’t mind talking about her, but I don’t want to seem like a dick or something.”
Gia strokes the pad of her finger across my eyebrow and then down my face. “I want to know her. I think I need to know about her because you wouldn’t be who you are now without her.”
I stare at Gia for a second, wondering how the hell I got this lucky. The first woman I’m interested in understands me on a level I never thought possible.
Clearing my throat, I think about how Hannah and I met. “She was a firecracker. The first time I met her, she was throwing her beer into some douchebag’s face. Apparently, he’d touched her ass without her permission, and she told him exactly what he should do with that hand instead.”
Gia chuckles. “She sounds like my kind of woman.”
“I actually think the two of you would’ve been good friends.” I keep talking, sharing Hannah with the woman who’s captured every one of my thoughts recently. It should be weird, but it’s somehow liberating to talk about Hannah with someone who doesn’t already know her. I feel like I get to share the woman I knew before the accident.
Gia doesn’t have any memories of her, so she doesn’t see everything through the lens of grief like the rest of my family and friends do. She can enjoy these stories for what they are, anecdotes that showcase my wife’s personality.
“I really hate that you lost her, Holt. It’s so unfair that you’ve had to live through something so horrible and continue moving forward as if your entire life hasn’t been flipped upside down. I’m a little in awe of you.”
Emotions swamp me at Gia’s praise. I don’t feel as if I deserve it. “What you see now is leaps and bounds ahead of where I was a couple of years ago. Hannah’s parents had tomove in with me to help take care of the girls. I could hardly get out of bed.”
“I can’t even imagine how hard that was for you.”
“I’d never wish that kind of pain on anyone.” I swallow hard and take a deep breath to get myself together. “Anyway. Let’s talk about something else. What were you listening to when I walked in earlier?”
Gia’s face flames, and I’m immediately interested in her answer. “It was an audiobook.”
