Page 70 of The Convict Gets His Girl

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. She cried out, body convulsing around him, muscles clenching and releasing and gripping him so tightly he could barely move. Water splashed over the tub's edge, forgotten in the intensity of her pleasure.

As she came down, he held her close, just enjoying the feel of her body wrapping around him. His dick was still hard inside her, but he wasn't rushing. This wasn't just about his own satisfaction. For several long moments, they remained frozen—connected, breathless, suspended in the aftermath of their shared intimacy.

She finally sank limp into his arms, her breath coming in quick gasps.

He kissed lazily up the side of her neck. "Tsk, tsk, there's a mess all over the bathroom floor. I think I should spank you for not being careful like I asked."

At his words, she clenched around him, her breath catching in her throat. A thrill went through him as he cradled her tight. "Does my Jewel like the sound of that? Got a little punishment kink?"

She scoffed and eased forward, his still hard dick sliding out as she drew up her knees and turned to face him. He moved his arms to either side of the tub and watched her.

"I—I don't know about that," she blushed, but her eyes couldn't leave him. Her gaze caressed him, and he preened under her admiration. She licked her lips and reached for the wine. "Do you have any kinks? Or have you not had time to explore those, since you've only been out a year?"

He tilted his head, eager to explore everything with her and only her. "When I first got out, Hunter took me to a sex club in Dallas. I learned a lot about myself, but it was just educational. It was never like this, my Jewel."

Her eyes sparkled as they met his, and he searched for love there. There was a spark of something, and damn him, he was helpless against the hope that bloomed within him.

"Have you had many partners over the past decade and a half?" he asked, half afraid of the answer.

She licked her lips and shook her head. "Only five and none within the past ten years. When Destini got to school and started asking about her dad, I decided to not date anymore until after she graduated."

He kept his expression controlled but laid most of the cards on the invisible table between them.

"Move in with me," he said simply. "Destini will too. I don't know what will happen or where it'll lead, but I think we all need this chance to play family. I want to date you, but I want to get to know my daughter in a way that's only available by living with her. I—I'm tired of living alone, which is why I stay at the bunkhouse half the week instead of here. This will be good for all of us, Jewel, if you'll just say yes…"

ChapterTwenty-Six

Jewel hugged her knees and sipped the wine, his offer swirling in her head like a kaleidoscope of emotions and broken thoughts.

He smiled and wrinkled his nose. "I know it's a tall ask, so don't answer me tonight. I've never owned a house before, so I don't know what kind of maintenance to do or even how to be a good roommate. I've only ever lived with my brothers, in the prison, in the bunkhouse, or here in the cabin."

She licked her lips, but no sound came out. Live with him? She couldn't even keep her hands to herself in this cabin. How was she supposed to be just roommates with him in a house? Then there was Destini to think of.

He shrugged, trying to play off the vulnerability that flashed across his face. "Tonight, I want to make love to you until we both pass out."

Her nipples perked, and she squeezed her knees tighter as he continued.

"Tomorrow, I want to take you to the MacDonald house and look around, see what you think, maybe eat lunch together at the diner for a proper date. Don't answer me on the plan for tomorrow yet either. We'll see what the new day brings. Deal?"

She sighed, her head swimming from the whiskey earlier, the crying, and now the wine. It was more alcohol than she was used to—but it wasn't as awkward to talk to him like this, completely naked in a bubble bath, like she'd thought it'd be.

"I—I don't know that I have any more sex left in me. Between our two times tonight and the two drinks, I'm getting pretty worn out," she said softly, setting the wine down on the tray and reaching for the cheese.

He sat up slowly and nodded, a fierce protective look coming across his features. "I'm so sorry, I should've thought. Let's go to bed then. Do you want more food? Would that help soak up the alcohol?"

Jewel nodded, her head feeling heavy. "Some bread would be good."

She chewed a cheese cube, the flavor pairing nicely with the wine, basic grocery store versions of both but delicious anyway. He stood slowly and stepped out of the tub.

The cheese turned dry in her mouth, and she froze as water and bubbles slid down his muscled body.

Jewel swallowed hard, her gaze tracing the rivulets of water cascading down his skin. She forced herself to look away, focusing instead on the cheese cube in her hand. Her cheeks burned, not just from the wine, but from the raw intimacy of the moment. He stood in front of her, hiding nothing. No pretending to be someone he wasn't, no secrets. What she saw was what he was, and who he was, was magnificent.

He wrapped a towel around his waist, movements deliberate and slow, as if sensing her vulnerability and the effect he had on her. "I think I have some of Ma's sourdough leftover," he said softly, leaning forward to kiss the top of her head, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her.

It was the head kiss that made her stomach twist as he stepped out of the bathroom.

Her body ached in places she hadn't felt in years, a delicious soreness that reminded her of their passionate encounters. She suddenly felt exposed, her mind fuzzy from her first alcohol in months. The bathwater was cooling, the bubbles dissipating, leaving her feeling raw and uncertain.

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