Page 43 of Burn It Down
“Go get your girl, my handsome boy. Mama bear won’t let it go again, though. Hurt her again, you won’t need to worry about what my boys do to you. Remember that. Love you tons. Now go, I need some time withmyCooper man.” I made a noise of disgust, but smiled and left them alone.
Before I headed home, I made a few stops. Charli was a life saver and so excited when I called asking her how to fix our broken hearts. I loved Charli. Because she loved my boy Cage like there would never be an end. Cage deserved that. With some tips from her, as she giggled and cooed over how sweet this was, I set my plan into action.
I ordered flowers to be delivered every other day of the week for the next two weeks. Not roses like that pretty motherfucker had tried to open her legs with
. My woman didn’t even like roses; Gigi loved plumerias, an exotic flower with delicate petals. Which got me thinking about the sweet petals between her legs and I left the florist with a rock-hard dick.
With Charli’s instructions, I got tickets for a few shows at the Orpheum. Also, got some tickets to a movie I knew my woman wanted to see. Even bought some passes for an art exhibit. Charli said it would all work, and that Gigi wouldn’t care if I took her to an empty lot. As long as I was trying, she said.
When I stopped by the station, both to tell Cage how it had gone and tell him my plans, he and Hunter gave me shit. I requested days off weeks in advance to be sure I wouldn’t ruin said plans, and they thought it was hilarious. Cage joined in with Hunter’s ribbing, but I could tell he was impressed.
“Going to do it right this time. Date her. Take her out and show her off. Show her I can be a better man for her.” At that, Cage let out a sigh as Hunter was called away.
“Good, bro. Just...don’t change for her. Gigi didn’t change for you, and for some reason, she wanted you just the way you were.” I knew where he was coming from, but I couldn’t tell him all my plans.
Couldn’t really tell Cage I bought box seats for some of those shows. With every intention on spending the show between her legs, eating her sweet pussy. My intentions were good, but they still reeked of Finn Cooper. Because that's who my woman wanted and that's who she was going to get.
My next two days were twenty-four hour shifts so I was stuck at the station. That wouldn’t stop me. I had a plan to get my woman back, and like Gwen said, I was using my balls.
Before I started my shift, I raced to her place and let myself in with the key she didn’t know I had. Cage gave me a spare when we first moved in. Kind of doubt he even remembered it. I had a bouquet of the flowers, Gwen’s cookies, and something I’d picked up for us both.
Carefully, I set it all up on her counter, then let myself out and locked the door. I hoped the surprise made her forget I'd committed a B&E. I was anxious as I rushed back to the station, but I made sure to send her a text. I wanted to set her straight on what was about to happen.
Me:Time’s up, Sweetheart.
Gigi:Is it? Because you decided?I loved when she was feisty, gave me a reason to punish her a little bit.
Me:Because I can’t stand it anymore. Can you?I held my breath, but her answer let me breathe again.
Gigi:No. Where are you? I…. are you with someone else?
Me:Tell me what you think when you get home, Sweet Girl.
For the rest of the night, I had no time to talk to her because the alarms sounded very half an hour it seemed. When I drug myself into my bunk at two am, I had a response from her. That response, and the photo she sent with it, made the rest of my shift fly by.
Gigi:Finn Cooper. Did you just ask me on a date while giving me the key to your cock?
Attached was a photo of the necklace I’d left for her. It was an intricately designed pave diamond key. Hidden within the design was an “F”. For me, because it was her key to my cock. It was beautiful and perfect.
I’d added a wildly inappropriate dick charm to it. Complete with a diamond drop of cum. It was hanging at her neck, dangling between her tits, and my cock saluted the image wholeheartedly. The picture also showed tickets to a show at the Orpheum this weekend.
Me:Yes. You get to see my key later. So…is it a date?
Gigi:You owe me some actual dates. Yes, Finn. It’s a date.
Me:I owe you a fuckova lot more than a date where I know I’m getting some pussy later. I will be getting some pussy, right?I smiled as she typed a reply quickly, my cock stirring despite my exhaustion.
Gigi:Wine and dine me first, Finn Cooper. I miss you. I hate this. I hate when it’s weird or hard or bad. You make it hurt, but it's only you that can make it better, Finn.
Me: I miss you too. Sweet Girl, it’s never bad. Not for me. Even when I can’t breathe or you're pissed at me, or I’m hurting, it’s not bad. What I feel for you is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt. Even the hard shit feels like nothing else.I laughed out loud at her response.
Gigi:We’re fucking pros at the make-up sex. Pretty sure you will be getting pussy later.My cock had to wait, even though I sensed my woman needed me to make her cum, and some sexting sounded fucking amazing.
Me:Got to go play sexy fireman. Think about that, but don’t you touch that pussy till I can hear you cum. Think about me, dirty and sweaty, dreaming about devouring your sweet pussy. Do that for me, baby?
Gigi:Yes. Yes, I might think about that all the time, in fact. Fuck, I loved her, and I would have told her as much if I didn’t know a text was the worst possible way to tell her.
First, I was going to woo my woman, like she fucking deserved. Piece back together the parts of her I had broken. Then I was going to fuck the rest of her back together.
Between the wooing and fucking, I might get the balls to ask her to marry me.
