Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

DARIO

We are both relieved the whole shit storm is over with. Julian and Theresa are in jail— bailed refused. Wyatt gave Davy a written warning about his conduct toward the female staff—once more and he's out of a job.

Now, a week later, I decide grocery shopping is fun. I'm sure it has everything to do with Gemma. Her giggling as she adds a variety of vegetables, fruits, and meats to the cart makes me pause. Some‐ thing is going on. I watch her as her amusement grows. She now adds cornmeal. I catch her eye and she laughs. "Your face." She laughs and swipes at a stray tear. "Madden told me you can't cook, not even toast."

I narrow my eyes and tell her, "I know how to use an air fryer."

She giggles and pushes into my space, wrap‐ ping her arms around my neck. "I don't care if you can't cook, Dario. I can, and I enjoy it." I grab her hips and pull her closer as she continues, "I'm not with you because of your expertise in the kitchen." She waggles her eyebrows.

"So, you're with me for my expertise in the bedroom, huh?"

Her tongue moves to my ear, her teeth nibble on my earlobe. "Hmm, you have amazing skills in the bedroom."

"Gemma?"

She freezes in my arms and slowly turns around, her grip on my hands is strong as if she's afraid.

"Wayne, what are you doing here?"

So, this is the stalker who knows both her father and Theresa.

"I don't know where you live, and I wanted to apologize in person." His Adam's apple bobs. "I gave a statement to city investigators about your father and his girlfriend. Theresa told me where you were and how to get to you. I realized they wanted me to scare you, so your guard was down."

He runs a hand through his hair. "I know I'm old-fashioned and controlling, and I'm going to get help for that. I just wanted you to know that I won't contact you again. I let them use me, and I apologize."

The man lifts his eyes to me. "I promise she is safe from me." He returns to Gemma. "I really wish you well, Gemma." He nods before disappearing. I watch him through the store window until he drives away.

"I forgot about him," she confesses.

I put an arm around her shoulders and pull her toward me. "Well, you can forget him again, because I think he was sincere."

She stands on her toes and plants a kiss on my lips, but before I can grab her and deepen it, she pulls away with a wink. "Let's finish shopping and go home."

"Dario," she moves her hand south, "can I tell you what I want?"

Her fingers wrap around my cock, and a whimper escapes my lips. "Anything!" I groan, as she begins to move her hand.

"I want to ride you." One leg goes over my thighs and then she sits on them, my erection long, thick, and proud, standing between us. "Do you want my mouth first?"

"Fuck, yes!" I arch, my cock pulsing.

Gemma leans in and runs her tongue up my length, making me shiver. Her tongue drags over the piercing, and I want to come right away. As if sensing this, she shifts and slides her body down, engulfing me in her hot, tight, wet heat. Perfect!

I moan, my hands grabbing her breasts before sliding down to her waist. She smiles and starts sliding up and down my pole, but as she finds a rhythm, she bounces. The sight of her. Head thrown back, huge tits and firm nipples jiggling with every bounce. And her pussy. Pure heaven.

The pressure builds. The need for release is enormous. Gemma's movements become more intense, and her moans bring me closer to the edge. I quickly take her in my arms and bring her down to me before I begin to fuck up inside of her. My ass clenches, my dick is hard as a spike, and I can't stop slamming into her pussy. Her whimpers and moans drive me crazy. With one last thrust, we both find release in a wave of ecstasy. The aftermath leaves us breathless, our bodies entwined. "I love you," I pant and roll us over.

"Are we sleeping like this?" She asks, slightly breathless.

"Yeah, babe."

"Um, you're still hard."

"Let me catch my breath and then I'll show you some other moves."