Page 39 of Jonny’s Redemption

“You’re welcome,” she whispered.

A sense of belonging stole over Jonny. Love and contentment and gratification. The emotions were so overwhelming he did the only thing he could do. Jonny dipped his head and kissed his woman. He meant to keep it light, but the moment their tongues touched a spark caught and the kiss became less about showing her how much he appreciated her standing by him and everything to do with tasting his woman.

Jonny tilted his head, cupped her ass, and took the kiss deeper, desperate to get as close as he could. Bobby moaned into his mouth—a beautiful needy sound that made his cock throb. Later. He’d have her in his bed later. But now, he needed to end this before he took her on his back porch. Which wasn’t a bad idea. Something for another time. He slowed the kiss and smiled against her lips when she made the cutest disgruntled sound.

“Food,” he muttered.

“Suddenly I’m no longer hungry,” she returned.

He gave her backside a squeeze and lifted his head.

“I’ll go get the food. You stay here and relax. But do not take a shower until I get back.”

A few years ago, Jonny had remodeled the kitchen and bathrooms. All three rooms had turned out great. But his master bathroom was fantastic, especially his large walk-in shower complete with nine showerheads.

“I’ve spent a lot of time in that shower fisting my cock, thinking about all the things I’d like to do to you in there. So do me a favor, yeah? Wait for me.”

Bobby’s lips curved up into the sexiest fucking smirk and her eyes danced with mischief.

“I really want to hear more about you stroking your cock.” Her hand slid down his stomach, not stopping until she was rubbing his erection over his jeans. “Will you tell me about it?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Then I’ll wait.”

“You should stop touching me and step back before you don’t get to eat dinner tonight.”

“Why, Jonny, are you threatenin’ to fuck me in lieu of food?”

Goddamn, when she switched to the sexy, Southern drawl it drove Jonny out of his mind.

“I don’t know, baby, keep stroking my cock and you’ll find out.”

Her hand dropped and she stepped back.

He really was a dumb fuck. He was almost positive he had a frozen pizza stashed in his freezer. He should’ve taken her to the shower and forgot about the food she’d ordered.

“Be back,” he grumbled.

“I’ll be waiting,” she singsonged and smiled.

Yeah, she would. She’d be waiting for Jonny when he got home. That thought was the only reason he forced his feet to move in the direction of his truck.

“No more,” Bobby whined.

“Tilt your ass higher,” he demanded and watched his cock disappear into her pussy. “Fucking hell, I love your ass.”

Jonny tightened his grip on her hips, unable to tear his gaze away from how her ass jiggled as he thrust into her. Hot water pounded on his back. All nine showerheads were on, drowning out the sounds of her pleasure. But Jonny didn’t need to hear her moans to know she was close. He could feel it by the way her pussy tightened, the way she wiggled her ass and pushed back to get more of his cock.

“Oh, God,” Bobby panted and started to straighten.

“Hands on the wall.”

“It’s too much.”

Jonny leaned forward, pinned his chest to her back, bent his knees, and drove his cock deeper. His hands skimmed over her soft skin, up her ribs, glided around the swell of her perfect tits, careful not to obstruct the spray of the nozzle pulsing water on her nipples.

“Never too much,” he groaned. “You need my thumb on your clit?”