“But I?—”
“That don’t sound like the beginning of an apology.”
“I’m…I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I didn’t mean to curse at you or be rude to D. I was just so fr…frustrated.”
I swear my stuttering heart melts into a puddle after hearing the sweetness wrapped around her words because I just don’t understand how any man could fight with her, then look her in her soft eyes and hear her even softer voice and think to raise his hand at her.
“I know, baby. I know you didn’t mean it. I understand,” I coo back in that easy tone that comes out when she turns me into a pile of useless flesh. “I told you it’s always us stupid men. We’re always the problem. I took you there, you know? It was me. I’m sorry too.”
She belts out a low moan afterward.
How can we even have a real life together if I can’t even correct her without feeling like shit afterward? Fuck, there I go again—entertaining them silly ass questions.
“Shit,” I hiss under my breath, staring at her trembling legs and wet body on top of mine.
Another bead of wetness trickles from inside her, and we look down at it at the same time. I reach out, brushing my knuckles against her swollen clit that pokes out.
“I—” a loud moan jolts out of her and she sinks a little lower, taking another inch of my dick.
“Wait…” I mutter.
She shakes her head and squats down until the last few inches glide inside her while she takes slow, deep breaths. Now I feel all the parts of her pussy that AJ never touched, and I think she feels all the parts of my dick no other woman could ever take without months of training and running from it.
“Why you do that without me?” I croak out with a huff.
“Because…”
“Because what?”
Her stomach jumps as a harsh hiccup flies up her throat. “Do you see me?”
“Uh-huh.” I breathe out while she lifts up. “I always see you.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
“That’s why.” She sighs.
She’s crying again. This time there’s too many tears for me to catch with my mouth so I swipe away as many as I can as sheeases herself back down onto my dick. She rides me slow and steady with trembling legs—up and down and down and up. It’s the slowest ride a woman has ever taken on my dick.
“I see you,” I gasp, pushing back that wild baby hair that never acts right. “Fuck, I see you, baby.”
A sheen of sweat coats her face, and her dimples sink into her cheeks as she bites her bottom lip and stares at my dick disappearing inside her. She doesn’t look like the scared girl I found in my kitchen. She looks different—like she finally found her way home after being lost for a while.
She glances up at me and slides her hand down her flat stomach. “I don’t think I’d be able to feel D here. What do you think?”
“Fuck no. You’ll never feel another man there.Never.”
Hearing Donovan’s name makes me jerk my head towards the foggy driver’s side window where people partied right on the other side of it. It’s louder outside and sometime between our fighting and making up, the music changed. Bass shakes my truck, but I can’t tell you what the fuck’s playing because all I hear is Slim’s soft moans and the gushing from my dick going in and out of her.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and the loud music rocks her into a trance where she bounces on me without my help. Her fingers dance against her perky nipples, tweaking and twisting them.
She doesn’t even brace herself against my chest to keep her balance, and I’m so cross-faded that I don’t even realize I’m leaning forward and sticking my tongue down her throat until she garbles a mouthful of words into my mouth.
I pull back, staring into her eyes. “Huh?”
“Is it working?” she asks, cupping my face in her hands and grinding against me. “Am I fixing that part of your brain you said didn’t work?”
