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Bryce stretches one of the oars over the side of the boat as if the damn dog is going to latch onto it, and when he drops it into the water and turns to me with wide eyes, I shake my head at him.

Fuck my life.

“Reed. Do something!” Bryce’s panicked voice has me snapping out of my trance, and I move quickly, throwing myself overboard to save the damn dog, who’s literally blowing bubbles, all while wishing I was the one drowning.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

REED

After rescuing the fucking dog,I deposited it at Gia’s feet before swimming back out to the boat where I waited with the kids for the rescue boat to come pull us back to the dock all because Bryce dropped the damn oar. I didn’t dare climb back in the boat, for risk of tipping it, and hearing the kids kick up the damn song again was enough to make me wish I hadn’t made it back to them at all.

Being soaked through sure as hell meant the day was over before it even started. When I dropped Eleanor back with Shaw, he found it hilarious that I was drenched, so I pushed the dog into his chest without giving him the option of accepting the challenge and wished him luck with dog sitting for the night. Then I made my way over to Gia’s house because I deserve some fucking TLC after today.

To say she was shocked to see me was an understatement; her jaw almost hit the floor. She probably expected me to go home and lick my wounded pride, but I wouldn’t do that when she could do it for me.

I bypassed her at the door and went straight upstairs to use her shower. There was no way in hell I was getting any of the green shit I was covered in on her and my baby.

Tipping my head back into the warm stream of water, I revel in the thought of cleansing myself of one hell of a day.

There’s a soft knock on the bathroom door, and before I have a chance to respond, Gia slips inside. My eyes meet hers through the shower screen, and my cock thickens as she slides open the door and drops her robe to the floor, leaving her in her underwear. I lick my lips and take in her white lacy bra that holds her heavy tits up, then slowly travel my gaze down her swollen stomach toward her lace-clad pussy.

By the time my eyes are back on her face, my cock is at full length, and I pump it angrily and step out of the shower.

“On your knees, Gia.” My voice is thick with pent-up aggression, and it’s as if she’s here because she knew I’d need this to help me unwind.

She remains focused on me and lowers herself to the marbled floor.

“I need to own you.” My voice comes out on a deep growl.

She nods with not a glimmer of fear, as if she’s accepting of me and my need to regain control, and the thought makes my chest expand with possessiveness. She’s mine, and she’s given me the green light to use her, to own her.

I step forward and fist her hair into a ponytail, forcing her head back. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

She complies instantly, parting her soft lips, and my cock jumps at her tongue resting over her bottom lip as if begging for a taste of me. Pre-cum slips from my swollen tip and over my fingers at the erotic scene before me. “My beautiful girl is going to get her throat fucked hard and fast,” I rasp, and she moans, spurring me on. “I’m going to leave your mouth dripping with my cum, like a needy slut.”

She whimpers, her face flushes, and her heavy chest rises.

“Then I’m going to eat it from you. But first, I’m going to fuck your throat so damn hard you’ll feel like a piece of you is missing when I pull out.”

Her eyes flash with desire, and my pulse races at the prospect of her being turned on by rough sex.

“Is that what you want? You want me to lick my cum from your slutty lips?” I lick my lips, imagining tasting myself on her. Something I’ve only had the urge to do with Gia.

“Beg me.” I yank on her ponytail. “Beg me for my cock.”

“Please.” She licks her lips. “Please, Reed. Give me your cum.”

“Take off your bra. I need to see those tits.” I growl like a wild animal. Fuck, I want all of her at once. “I’m going to fuck them later, and you’re going to thank me. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.”

And Jesus, she whimpers at my praising her.

I suck in a sharp breath at the adrenaline thrashing through me and try to rein in the need to unleash inside her so suddenly.

This isn’t going to last long; I know it isn’t, but I will spend all night making it up to her.

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