Page 83 of Dirty Roxie
We enter our little house, and as much as I hate to admit it, the goulash smells amazing.
“Oh, that smells really good, babe.”
“Yeah? Thanks!”
“I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you’re kind of messy,” I tell her, gesturing to her entire front.
“You’re the one who made me this way!”
“Allow me to make up for it. If you just follow me into this most spectacular shower over here, I will correct that problem right now.” I usher her into the bathroom with me. Peeling off our clothes as we go.
I wash off quickly once I’m under the stream of water, then turn to watch Daria doing the same under her shower head on the other side. We’ve got one in the middle, too, that streams down from the ceiling. I fucking love this shower. Smartest thing I ever did, well aside from keeping Daria.
I approach her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist, pushing my hardening cock against her ass.
“Can you be quick?” she asks, leaning her head back to look up at me.
“I’m always quick,” I tell her. “Don’t take that the way it sounds.”
She looks at me and laughs.
“Hey, quick can still get it done,” I defend, slipping inside her.
“Oh, Mack,” she moans. I reach down, finding her clit to push her toward the edge, just in case. Now she’s got me worried that I can’t get it done and be quick.
“You like that,” I ask, pumping into her.
“Mm-hmm,” she moans.
“Can you get there, baby?” I ask.
“Are you worried?” she laughs.
“Kinda,” I admit. “You freaked me out earlier.”
“If I get there in less than thirty seconds, we can order pizza and you don’t have to eat my goulash.”
“Aw, baby,” I say, leaning in to nibble her lips. “Your goulash smells good.”
“Twenty-eight seconds,” she gasps.
“Yes, ma’am.”
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“I ate too much pizza,” Quinn groans as we walk home from Mack and Daria’s. I’m not sure how we got out of eating Daria’s goulash, but I was grateful after I watched her pour it in the trash. It smelled good though.
We have dinner with Mack and Daria most nights. Especially since we live a quarter of a mile apart, on the same land. Mack and I spent the first month and a half after we bought the land renovating both little houses, and as soon as we finish the extra room for the baby, we’ll start on the farmhouse. We’ll have to hire people for a lot of it.
In the meantime, we try to get used to this new life we’re adopting—one after the FBI and the Dirty Darlings. And after finding out Quinn is pregnant. That was a shock. I hadn’t expected, after threatening to fill her with lots of babies, that it would happen so soon. I’m not disappointed, I’m excited. It just comes at a tricky time.
Once we help the girls get the safe house up and running, Mack and I plan to start our own business. Something in security, we aren’t sure yet. But some of the concepts we developed for security around the compound are downright ingenious. We figure there’s got to be a market for it.
Quinn burps softly next to me, something that started in great frequency when she got pregnant. I find it adorable. She hates it.
“I’m just happy you kept your dinner down,” I tell her.
“Me too,” she says. “I think we need to work it off.”
