“Okay.”
I do as she asks and she grabs my ass with both hands. But she doesn’t just grab the cheeks—she squeezes, massages, rubs, pinches, and smacks them hard… well, I’m assuming it’s hard for her. All I feel is the need to bend her over and punish her by stretching her pussy with my cock again. Man, I’ve never had someone dig their nails into my ass, but when she did, it sent me over the edge. I guess what they say is true, there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. Who knew I’d be so turned on by it?
After a minute I start to laugh. “Okay, had enough?”
She slaps my cheeks hard with an open palm one more time. “Yep, I’m good.”
“You crack me up.”
“Did you know I swallow? But only if you let me play with that ass whenever I want.”
I’m speechless. I mean, I want to say something, but my tongue won’t work. Holy shit! I get a grip and give her a devilish grin. “Baby, this ass is all yours.”
“That’s what I thought. Now, find the menu. I’m starving.”
Food is the last thing on my mind now, but I guess that can wait. I find the menu and crawl back into bed so we can look at it together. It feels like we’ve known each other forever, like this is routine for us. I’ve never been with anyone who makes me feel this way. Usually, after sex, like right after, I’m ready to leave. But not with her. She’s so much more than I expected and I wish we could stay like this forever.
We already decided that she needs to catch the first flight home today and that I’ll go with her. She’ll need all thehelp she can get to make the funeral arrangements, but that’s only part of the reason. The other is obvious. We don’t want to be apart.
We did have one little speed bump though. When I told her I’d cover all the funeral expenses, she did exactly what I expected and flat-out refused.
“When you do that, you make me feel like a gold-digging bimbo. This isn’t about money for me,” she said.
She tried to argue, but I put that notion to bed quick. “Three words.”
With her head cocked defiantly to the side she sneered, “And they are?”
“Dodge. Ram. Trucks.”
She crossed her arms with a huff and shot me the meanest scowl.
I laughed with, “I win.”
From room service I order two eggs and some toast for her and half the menu for me. She sure knows how to work up a man’s appetite. Ever since we put our underwear back on, I’ve been starving. “They said it will be about forty-five minutes,” I tell her.
She checks her phone. “Rhonda should be up by now. I should probably call and tell her what happened. If I wait any longer, she’ll never forgive me.”
“Good idea. I need to tell Ash I plan to go with you today.”
It’s too distracting to try to talk to my brother while she’s on the phone with Rhonda, so I go into the living room.
“Oh man, bro, that sucks.”
I’m sure he’s recalling what it was like when we foundout about our mom.
“Yeah. We’re heading out this afternoon. I’m going to stay there until we have to leave for New Zealand. That’ll give me two more weeks with her. You okay with that?”
“No problem. I think we’ll have an answer from the network in a few days. Elsie and I can handle that. Do what you gotta do, and don’t worry about us.”
“Thanks.” I pause for a moment and then address the elephant. “You’re not going to ask?”
“Nope.”
“Probably better this way.”
“Yep.”
When it comes to the women we’re seeing and what we’re doing with them, we tend to stay out of each other’s business. Good thing for me because I don’t want to hear about Maddie being a future notch on his staff. Besides, with how smitten he is with Rhonda, I’d say he’s living in a glass house which is probably why he’s not giving me a hard time about it?
