Page 10 of I've Got You

Her blue eyes dart around at the space. “Why do you need so much space? You’re not married, are you?”

I lift an eyebrow and my lips twist up. “Why do you ask?”

“Well…” Her eyes dart away and she licks her lips nervously. That damn little pink tongue of hers has my dick hard as a rock again. “I wouldn’t want your wife or girlfriend to get the wrong idea.”

“There’s no wrong idea here, Missy. And I don’t have a wife or girlfriend. But I’ve always wanted a family and I bought this house for that reason. Can’t you picture the rooms filled with Christmas decorations and kids running around playing?”

She flushes and her slim fingers twist in front of her. “Yeah,” she whispers. “It is that kind of house.”

“Plus my family pops in from time to time. I have a brother that plays hockey and whenever he can he comes to visit. I also have a little sister and she tends to run away from my parents sometimes. Not that they don’t get along but she’s the baby and she feels smothered every once in awhile.”

“That must be nice.”

“What about your family? Do you ever see them?”

“No. My parents died when I was three years old and I was raised by an aunt. She passed away a few years ago. Right after I graduated from college.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry.” That explains why she’s so self-sufficient. She doesn’t have anyone that she feels like she can rely on. But now she’s got me. And no matter what crazy stunts she pulls…I intend to keep her safe.

“Come with me. The spare bedroom is upstairs. The house actually has four bedrooms but I only have one other room done. The other two are basically storage. Until I start my family.”

She flushes again. “I’m sure you’ll find a woman that would love to make babies with you. I mean…well, you know what I mean. I wish I would stop putting my foot in my mouth where you’re concerned.”

I laugh, loving her pouty smirk. She’s the whole damn package and I can’t wait to open it.

“Let’s go, princess. You need your rest. It’s been a long day and you’re barely out of the hospital. I don’t want you to relapse or something.”

“I’m good.” She yawns widely and I can’t stop my chuckle.

“I can tell.”

She follows along as I lead her up the stairs. I put the brakes on my body when it starts screaming to turn right at the top of the stairs and not left.

“Not tonight, dumbass. Don’t push her too hard.”

“Did you say something?” She asks and I turn to face her.

“No, I’m good.” Except for the possessive urge that makes me want to haul her over my shoulder and stalk down the hall to my room, throwing her on my bed and spending the next few hours learning all of her body. Like a fucking road map.

We reach the room and I open the door, turning on the light and nodding at her. “There are fresh towels and linens in the bathroom if you need anything. The sheets were just changed when my brother left a few weeks ago so they should still be alright. If you need anything at all, just holler, baby girl.”

And then I wait for her to smile, pathetically grateful for each damn crumb she gives me.

I’m a fucking mess.

But I nod and close the door behind me, leaning against it in the hall. I can hear her moving around inside and I reach down to adjust my jeans which are so tight that it feels like my circulation is being cut off to my dick. If I don’t have teeth marks I’ll be amazed!

I hear the water start running and I flinch, visions of her tiny, curvy little body under the hot water, the steam making a cloudy curtain so that I can barely trace the lush dips and valleys of her body in the glass shower stall.

My breath heaves in and out and I moan. Then I stride down the hall, ready to climb into my own private waterfall.

I turn on the huge shower with the rain head and strip quickly. Then I step inside the glass and shut it, shutting myself in a cocoon of desire and lust. I lean against the glass, shuddering, my hand trailing down my body to where my cock is straining. I wrap my hand around the girth of my erect shaft and tug hard. Over and over I slide my hand along my shaft, pulling ruthlessly. I lean my head back and picture the little brunette in the shower with me. Her large, blue eyes widen when she sees my steely length. Then she licks those damn pouty lips and slips to the floor, wrapping her mouth around me, sliding my dick back until I’m hitting the back of her throat. She gags noisily but doesn’t stop feeding my dick down her throat until she’s licking and sucking all along my velvety length.

My hand wraps in her soft, wet curls, tugging her head hard. Pulling her back and forth along my shaft like the good little girl she is. Her tongue slithers along my veins until she slurps the knob of my cock then slides back down.

Again and again she reels me in and then slides my turgid length out until her pouty lips are swollen.

I can feel the pressure building, feel my cock getting so hard that it’s jerking in her mouth. There’s a sizzle along my spine like lightning building up and spreading out. Becoming a fiery wash of heat that razors through my body.

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