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I stand up and look around. “Cecilia, what the hell am I missing?”
She scowls at me. She’s pissed.
Note to self: keep her coming.
Then she pokes me in the chest. “I like animals way more than people. And dogs …” She sighs. “Why do you have one on your chest?” She pokes me again.
I hold my hand over my heart. “You had me thinking something was really wrong, like another apocalypse was coming or some shit.”
“Explain.” She pokes me again, and I hold her hand against my chest.
“Zoey. She was Grandma Hart’s dog. Two weeks after she passed, Zoey did, too. That was one of those moments when you just think how much bigger and deeper the world is than any of us can really comprehend, how powerful the mind is. This dog loved us, but Grandma Hart was her person. She needed to be with her. No one told her she couldn’t so, one night, she just went to sleep and made it happen.”
“You believe that,” she says, still standing there, shirtless.
I nod.
She points at my cross. “And you believe in God.”
“Yeah, I do.” I bite back what else I want to say.
She shakes her head. “Spill it.”
“I don’t trust people who don’t have faith.” I hold up a finger. “One, how arrogant must you be to think there’s nothing bigger than you?” I hold up another. “Two, I don’t trust people who don’t look at the sun rising and feel the desire to say thank you to the artist who created it.” And a third. “Three, without faith, there’s no hope. Without hope, what is life? I don’t trust people who don’t value their life because they damn sure won’t be valuing anyone else’s.”
I watch her look me over, eyes darting from one of my pieces to the other.
“I know you didn’t come knocking to have a philosophical discussion, so why don’t you walk that hot ass of yours over and let me give you some more sugar?”
Her eyes drop to my shorts, and she sucks her lips in, stifling a laugh.
“What?” I ask, looking down to find the head of my dick peeping out of my shorts. I look back up at her. “Can’t blame the little guy, can you?”
She laughs but blushes instantly.
“Red, your tits are bare and have my marks on them, and you’re giggling and blushing at my weeping dick?”
She licks her lips, and I swear my balls draw up as she steps forward.
I lean down and kiss her softly then press my lips to her forehead. “I’m going to become an addict.” I scoop her up, shocking her, and she squeals. Then I lay her out on the couch.
Thumbs hooked in the waistband of her leggings, I say, “I need a taste.” Then I pause for her reply.
“What are you waiting for?”
I have those things off her in a beat and groan at the sight of her silky red panties with the wet mark on the center. “Fuck me, that’s so damn sexy.”
She props herself up on her elbows and looks down. When her eyes sweep up and meet mine, her blush intensifies.
“Cecilia, it’s hot.”
She flops back down, throwing her arm across her face, but her smile is peeking out.
I’m so fucked with this one.
I slide between her legs and run my nose across her center, inhaling her sweet, musky scent. I’ve barely touched her when her hands fly down and grip the leather sofa.
“So incredibly fucked.” I run my thumb up and down the wet material, gaining me a whimper, and decide, Fuck it. I push her panties to the side and go in hard.
