Dark Child (Wild Men 5)

And I really sound like a love-struck idiot.

Yeah, I can’t hide how I feel. Happy. Giddy.

Jesus Christ.

“So…” she says what feels like hours later. “When can I meet this girl who stole your heart?”

I laugh.

“Look, my pretext for wanting to talk to you is that Mom is inviting us all Sunday to lunch. I said I’d let you know.” She winks. “Invite Cosima, too.”

Now I’ve told Gigi about Cos, I’d love her to meet everyone. But… “I don’t wanna scare her off.”

“Come on, Mercurius. We’re not uncivilized. We’ll play nice.”

I shoot her a doubtful look. Can I trust that? Last thing I want is Cos running again. My family’s fucking great, but they can be a bi

t overbearing sometimes—like Gigi now.

“I’ll ask,” I say in the end. “She’s got a lot going on right now.”

“Do that. And be there on Sunday.” She flutters her lashes. “I’ll have an announcement to make.”

I have a pretty good idea what it could be, but she says she’s in a hurry to go, so I don’t even get a chance to tease her about it.

Whatever it is, she looks happy, and that’s good enough for me.

A box of chocolates in one hand, I ring her doorbell. She’s obviously going through a tough time. She’s close to her sister, and the wait for news is wearing her down, so I’ll be a gentleman and keep my dick in my pants, hold and comfort her any way I can until things go back to normal.

But when Cos opens her door for me, I’m not prepared for the wave of lust that hits me. She’s only wearing lacy black boyshorts and a bra that pushes up the pale mounds of her tits, and a transparent black shirt on top of it all.

Whoa baby. My dick rises in salute so fast I wince. “Cos…”

“Come on in.” She steps back and walks inside, hips swaying just a little, that heart-shaped ass hypnotizing as I follow her.

I bet I have goddamn hearts winking in my eyes, like in the cartoons.

X-rated, adult cartoons.

She leads me through the living room, and the kitten winds up between my legs, almost throwing me off balance. I can’t stop staring at this girl, my girl, all other thought gone from my head—anything but to haul her against me and kiss her and make love to her.

She takes the box from my hands, places it on the kitchen table. Her smile is sweet. “Thank you.”

Don’t mention it, I think, but my throat is dry. I swallow hard, watching her tits as she breathes, watch them rise and fall.

I’m so damn hard for her.

“I have something for you, too.”

She does? But before I can formulate a response, she grabs my hand and leads me to the sofa, then gives me a small shove between the pecs and I sit down with an exhale.

She goes to her knees, between my legs, and starts unzipping my jeans, hands brushing over my hard-on that’s trapped painfully beneath the denim.

I catch her wrist. “Cos?”

Her dark eyes glint. She licks her lips, and I groan. “What? Don’t you want this?”

“You kidding me?” What sane guy ever says no to a blowjob from a pretty girl? But like I said, she’s my girl now, and it’s more complicated than that. I try to sort this out in my head while her hand brushes over my dick again, jolting me. “I was trying to behave myself, okay? Didn’t want to scare you.”