Page 80 of Grissom
“I can do quick. Can you?”
She lifted her eyes to the ceiling. “Honey, I can do anything you want or need me to do.”
Grissom reacted instantly. There was a frantic, hedonistic rush of slippery fingers and hands sliding over bare skin, followed by a frantic clashing of greedy lips, tongues, and teeth that nearly drowned out the noise of the shower.
His eager hands mapped the salacious curve of her breasts, her narrow waist, and finally, her lush hips. Digging his slippery fingers into the smooth plush cheeks of her ass, he backed Tuesday into the corner under the spray. She was wet, hot, and ready. He was charged to the max and hard as granite. There was no stopping. No reason to.
Surging forward, Grissom breached her core in one slick, sure thrust. As before, Tuesday’s body crashed against him. Her eager mouth inhaled his soul, and her luscious body swallowed his cock, to the hilt.
He gasped at the fierce suction of her most intimate muscles on his manhood. The rush!
She was soft and warm and so damned willing. Like him, she was every bit a warrior. Digging her nails into his ass. Thrusting forward, slamming against him nearly as forcefully as he was powering into her.
The viciously sweet agony of pleasure raced up his spine. Too soon. Too fast. He needed to slow things down. He hadn’t intended to rut like a damned bull the minute he got home. Not with her still healing. But— “Sweet Jesus!” he hissed, then followed that with a hearty, “Fuck! I’m… I’m…”
“Then come,” Tuesday ordered, as if a dominatrix truly was hidden in that sleek, sexy body. Clutching him with muscles that felt like ten demanding little fingers. Stroking him. Urging him to the finish line. He was nearly there. Taking that Leap of Faith again, with seconds to spare when—
Her pelvic muscles contracted, squeezing him so tight that Grissom shot every last one of his lost dreams into the slick heavenly body in his hands. Deeper. Farther. Until he had no idea where his body ended and hers began. They came in a single throbbing heartbeat. One divine creature. Endowed with the power to create life. Blessed with enough grace and love between them to parent a child. To bring that child up with tenderness and devotion.
Her legs and belly quivered with tiny aftershocks, as he emptied himself, remembering too late they hadn’t used protection. Certainly not restraint. But knowing he’d fucked up—in the very best way—made Grissom smile. The mere thought that her flat belly could soon be round with his baby, instigated his horny ass to thrust forward again and again. To go deeper. To nail her harder, in case he missed his target the first time around.
“I love you, woman,” he growled at the angel staring at him with hazy emerald eyes and the cutest loopy smile on her strawberry lips. Her legs were still spread wide and her plump ass was wet and warm in his very capable hands. She was now held up entirely by just the press of his body and his cock. This sweet thing kept surprising him with her strength.
Like the sultry siren Tuesday had no idea she was, she ran her long, elegant fingers over his head, raking his dripping wet hair out of his eyes. Grissom looked down at the delightfully plump breasts flattened against his pecs. Men were such beasts of burden, built out of muscle, bone, and one-track brains. They were built for endurance and war.
But women were so much better, full of tears and love, the purest nurturers in the world when they were made right. While men conquered nations and built enormous machines that crossed oceans, canyons, air, and space, only women, like the sexy lady hugged up against him now, could save frightened children and breathe life back into war-damaged men. Even now, sodden tangles of long brown wet hair drizzled between them, delineating her curves, accentuating her lavish pillowy breasts, and hardening her nipples into diamond points of perfection.
“The boys won’t stay upstairs much longer,” she whispered, gently scrubbing both hands over his head.
Grissom blinked the water out of his eyes, so damned in love that it hurt. “I… I finally have everything,” he murmured, his heart close to breaking at the miracle this woman had wrought in his life. Sure, he’d had a handle on providing for his sons before he’d met Tuesday. But the one thing he’d never been able to give Tanner and Luke was the beautiful emerald heart shining down on him from the corner of his shower.
Relaxing his grip on her ass, he slid Tuesday down his undeserving, rugged male body, to her feet. “I don’t know how I’ve survived without you, love. We should’ve talked about birth control a long time ago, but I’m not sorry we didn’t. I’d be one happy son of a bitch if I just got you pregnant.”
“Ifwejust got me pregnant,” she corrected him, wiggling her tiny tummy against his much wider belly. “I’m pretty sure it takes two to make a baby. You want to start using birth control?”
“Hell no. Look down, woman. What do you see?”
She took a half step back and dropped her eyes. “I see us. Joined in love and play. I see a man who’s ready to play.”
“So you’re okay if we get pregnant?”
Tuesday looped her arms around his neck. “Play later,” she said with a sly shrug. “If we don’t hurry and get dressed, the boys will come knocking, and then you’ll have some explaining to do.”
With one last long loving look at the woman who’d changed his life, Grissom stepped out of the shower and grabbed the nearest towel. “I’m just a man,” he teased, pinching her nipple before he whipped the towel over her head, wrapped it around her, and pulled her in for another kiss. “Here, I’ll help you dry—”
“Oh, no, you don’t,” she shrieked, darting out of his reach. “Get dressed,” she ordered, winding that towel into a whip and sending it straight back at him.
He turned to dodge the impact, but—SNAP!Damned if she wasn’t as good a shot with that towel as he’d heard she was with a pistol. She’d made sharp, stinging contact. On his ass!
“You hit me, woman,” Grissom growled, as threatening as he could while grinning.
“Then hurry!” she teased, winding that damned towel into another whip, ready to smack his ass again. “Ourboys are dying to see you. If you hurry, we can surprise them before they get curious and come knocking.”
“You think you’re getting off that easy? I don’t think so.” Grissom easily overpowered Tuesday. Tossing the towel over his shoulder, Grissom hoisted her still naked butt up off the floor and mashed her against his chest. “You got a lucky shot, but that’s all it was, luck.”
“Wanna bet?” Her bright emerald eyes so damned gorgeous.
This woman was Venus come to life in his arms. He’d no more than stopped speaking when she nailed him with a slick, wet kiss of forgetfulness. Fuck, she tasted good. It took a full moment before Grissom had his senses back enough to ask, “What’s cooking? I mean, besides us.”
