“Wow,” she breathes, collapsing on top of me. I wrap my arms around her back and rest them there. We lay there, connected, until my stomach growls.
“Fuck. I don’t want to move, but I gotta eat,” I say as she lifts herself off of my still hard cock. I’m afraid it’ll never go down as long as she’s around.
“I could eat,” she says giggling. We get out of bed and make our way into the kitchen.
“I’m afraid I don’t have much, but will bacon and eggs do?” I ask.
“Yeah. You sit, I’ll cook,” she says, sticking her head in the fridge.
I sit at one of the barstools on the opposite side of the island where I first claimed her and watch her work. She sets everything on the counter by the stove and gets the bacon going first. Then she goes to the sink soaps up a sponge and wipes the island down.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” I say, chuckling.
“No doubt. I don’t know about you, but pussy juice isn’t my idea of a balanced breakfast,” she replies.
“I beg to differ,” I tell her. She pauses and then bursts out laughing. The sound goes straight to my balls and my cock begins to harden again. See, it’s never going down. I’m going to be eighty years old, puttering around the nursing home, with a rock-hard dick every time this woman so much as breathes. What a way to go though.
“You’re too much, G. Now, how do you want your eggs?”
“An omelet sounds good,” I say.
“How did you know about that position?” I ask suddenly. I know she was a virgin; I felt the evidence of it when I took her, but I want to know.
“Oh, uh. I learned a lot on the set. You know? People talk,” she says, her face turning bright pink.
“Ah, I see. You pay attention to your surroundings.”
“Well, it was hard not to. Half-naked people running around doing stupid shit will always capture your attention.”
“I hate that you were exposed to that,” I say, my voice coming out harsher than I meant to. I am pissed that her stupid cunt of a mother exposed her to that.
“Oh well. What’s done is done,” she says dishing up an omelet and some bacon before setting it in front of me.
“Smells delicious,” I tell her as she sits down next to me with her plate.
“Thanks. So, what is it you do exactly?”
“I am a movie producer. My brother and me. I normally handle Hollywood blockbusters, and Grayson handles the less than savory aspects of our business.”
“Really? I’ve heard my mom talk about Grayson. She calls him, and I quote, an asshole who wouldn’t know good pussy if it jumped on his face. I gathered that she offered to have sex with him, and he said hell no,” she says, causing me to chuckle.
“That sounds like Gray.”
“Well, that makes me feel better,” she says laughing as well.
“We didn’t get the memo until late in life that it’s better to wait for the right woman in order to keep your life free of unnecessary complications, at least according to our dad. I took it to heart and so did Gray.”
“Wow, that’s really nice. Your dad seems like a nice man,” she says.
“He is. He and mom retired to Florida last year, but they visit often. I am sure you’ll love him,” I tell her because everyone does.
“I can’t wait to meet him. I don’t know who my father is, but I am pretty sure I was better off not knowing. Who knows who he’d give me to?” she says sadly. I turn to her and reach out to touch her cheek.
“Everything is going to be okay, doll face. I’ve got you now,” I tell her.
God help anyone who tries to take her from me.
I close my eyes and lean my cheek into his hand. It amazes me how one single touch from him calms all of my worries.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” he says in a soft demand. When I open my eyes, he is looking at me with his green eyes full of so much determination. “I’m not ever letting anything happen to you, Cecilia. I meant what I said last night. You are mine, doll face.” I blush and look down.
“I don’t know if that was just something that just came out, spur of the moment or if you said that to all the girls,” I say with a shrug. He hooks his index finger under my chin and tilts my head back so that I am looking at him again.
“I have never said that to another woman. I have never claimed them as mine; They were fleeting moments in my past. They meant nothing and if I had known you were out there, I would have waited. It has been three years since I was with anyone and I sure as fuck never went bare back with any of them, CeCe.”