Page 40 of Jonny’s Redemption

“No, just you.”

Just you.

Fuck, but he liked that. Loved that she could come with just his cock. Which she needed to do because he was close.

“You’re perfect. Every part of you, Bobby. From your cute little toes to your pretty hair. From your tight pussy to your unbelievably great tits. But the best part of you, the part I love the most, is the way you love me.”

“Jonny.” He dropped his mouth to her neck and he bit down then quickly licked the sting away. “I’m gonna come.”

“Kiss me.”

Bobby lifted her head and turned to offer him her mouth. Jonny didn’t dither, he was too close for finesse. His tongue surged in, his hips rocked hard, his cock drove deep, and he claimed what was his. Heart, body, and soul he owned all three the same way Bobby owned him.

Pleasure. It surrounded him and all of his concentration narrowed into a singular focus. Just him and Bobby and all the ecstasy they could find. Her body seized, her pussy clamped down, and his world was reduced further. With one last thrust, he planted his cock and spilled into her. His orgasm was so powerful he shuddered through it. When the last jet pulsed, Jonny began to slowly slide in and out, not wanting to lose the connection until he absolutely had to.

“I freaking love your shower,” Bobby muttered, and Jonny busted out laughing.

The unfortunate side effect of that was his cock slipped from her tight, wet heat. Jonny turned her so they were facing each other and pulled her close.

“Who knew an innocent-looking showerhead could be used as nipple torture,” she went on.

“Didn’t seem like torture to me,” he returned with a smile.

“You’d say that because it wasn’t your nipples getting pummeled.”

Jonny’s gaze dropped to her nipples and sure enough, they were a deep shade of rosy red and still pebbled. The sight made his cock come back to life.

“We better get you into bed then, so I can kiss them better.”

“I have to blow dry my hair first or it will be a rat’s nest by morning.”

That was not going to happen. His girl had a lot of hair; she took an age to dry it.

“Your hair’s gonna be a rat’s nest then.”

“I’m not waking up next to you lookin’ a fright.”

Damn, she was cute, but she still wasn’t blowing out her hair.

“Let me rephrase.” Jonny pulled her closer and pushed his hard cock against her belly. “I’m gonna take you to bed, eat your pussy until you come in my mouth. You’ll be squirming around and your hair’s gonna get tangled. Then you’re gonna suck my cock and while you’re doing that my hands will be in your hair. After that, you’re gonna ride me so I can have your tits in my mouth. And again, my hands will be fisting your hair because you love it when I pull it while you fuck me. In other words, your hair’s gonna be a hot, sweaty mess by the time I’m done with you.”

Bobby sagged against him, her pretty eyes hooded. Hunger and need clear even though she’d climaxed moments before.

“I’ll wait until morning to do my hair.”

“Good choice,” he told her even though she hadn’t really had one.

Then Jonny took his woman to bed and did all the things he promised to do to her with a slight variation—he ate her until she gave up two orgasms before she sucked his cock.

14

It was late the next morning when it happened.

The ambush.

I was in my office in Evie’s cool-as-all-get-out studio sorting my inbox and deleting junk emails when I heard the sound of women cackling. There were at least three. My guess was Evie, Kennedy Grant, and Macy Hall. McKenna would be at work at Gemini Group, and depending on her schedule, Silver Beil would be piloting a tug. She no longer did the week-on, week-off schedule she’d told me she used to do now that she was a mom. But occasionally, she did have to pull an overnight here and there. Of course, Charleigh could be down there with them, but I would bet she was pulling babysitting duty so Macy could attend this particular gossip session.

Macy was Jonny’s sister-in-law. Even after she’d divorced Doug, the brother-sister relationship between Jonny and Macy didn’t change, and after Doug died it still remained. Actually, from what I’d heard since I wasn’t around when Doug was alive, Jonny and Macy had grown closer since her ex-husband’s death. So I understood why she’d be at my office the day after Jonny and I got back from the beach.