Page 48 of Breaking Hollywood

Nothing’s changed. She’s still wearing the same dress as she went out in, but her hair looks windblown, and her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright. Just how she’d look if I got my hands on her and my cock inside her.

“You were at the store for, like, thirty minutes. How the hell did you miss your goat in that time?”

“I didn’t miss you, if that makes it any better.” She grins. Then, she wafts her hand in front of her nose. “God, it stinks in here.”

She puts the bag of groceries down on the coffee table, and she bends, so I get a spectacular view right down the front of her dress.

Fuck, her tits are gorgeous. I bet her nipples are pink and perky.

My mouth starts to water.

“You really should open a window when you smoke.” She walks over to the window where she reaches up and opens it.

And, now, I’m staring at her ass, and my cock is starting to get a chub on.

“And, not to be a pain, but I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t smoke around Gucci.”

She turns around, catching me staring, so I raise a brow.

“You’re asking me not to smoke around the goat?”

“I’m asking you not to give my baby girl lung cancer.”

“She’s a goat. And can goats even get lung cancer?”

“She breathes, doesn’t she? Therefore, she has lungs.” She folds her arms over her tits, which pushes them up.

And, of course, my eyes go to them.

How can I not look at them? They’re magnificent.

And then my mind starts to imagine just what I’d do with those luscious tits of hers.

I’d start at the base of her neck. I’d lick my way down to them, and then I’d take one in my hand and the other in my mouth. I’d tease her nipple, licking and biting it—

“Seriously, Gabe! Will you stop staring at my boobs?”

I blink myself free of their hypnotizing hold. “I’m sorry.” A laugh bursts from me. “I don’t mean to stare.”

“Sure you don’t. God, you’re such a pig! Do you always stare at women’s breasts like you do mine? Because you should really consider not doing it. It’s really insulting.”

“I’m not trying to insult you. Actually, it’s a compliment in an ass-backward kind of way. And, no, I don’t always stare at women’s tits. I’m not a total asshole. I’m just a tit man, and, Speedy…you have the best rack I’ve ever seen in my life. Seriously.”

“Thanks. I think.”

She doesn’t look as angry as she did a moment ago, so I think I’ve managed to smooth things over. But she’s right. I really need to stop staring at her tits. If not for my own sanity, then for the sake of my cock because he keeps getting all excited, thinking he’s gonna get some action, only to be left disappointed when nothing happens.

Speedy picks up the grocery bag from the coffee table, and I keep my eyes averted from her tits.

“Why’d you let Gucci out of the utility room anyway?” she asks.

“She was making noise, so I let her out, and she quieted down.”

“Oh. Sorry. It’s probably just because it’s a new place, and she’s not used to it.”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll just put these groceries in the kitchen, and then I’ll take her down to the garden for some fresh air. I’ll start dinner when I get back up.”