Tainted Gold (Providence Gold 3)

Hours later, I’d realize that I’d chosen the most unromantic time to tell her. I’d also realize that she hadn’t heard a word of it because she was too busy crying out again, her pussy squeezing my dick to the point of pain.

I’d also discover that I hadn’t sent her the text messages I’d thought I was sending. In fact, I’d sent them to the last person I’d want to send them to, including an in-depth description of what my cock wanted to do to her vagina.

At that moment though, none of that mattered. All that did was the tingling in my spine that changed into a feeling like an electric shock teamed with euphoria as my own climax hit and I started to come inside her. It hit me hard and left me feeling so drained that I only just caught myself when I lost the feeling in my arms.

Panting into her neck, my release starting to escape around where we were still joined, I took a deep breath in and couldn’t stop my hips from moving again when her scent hit me.

I had my own brand of Viagra, and I had a lot of time to make up for.TwelveLilyWe’d been in bed for a full twenty-four hours. Dad had announced last week that he was coming back to work regardless, so I’d taken last night off.

Mom had taken time off from the movie she was working on after she’d been unable to concentrate on it because she was worried about him. That meant she was now spending time helping Dad get back to full health, and although he missed her when she was away she was a fusser who clucked over him like a mother hen, so getting his freedom back was heaven.

It was the first night in a long time I’d had off, and sure I felt guilty about it, but he’d sounded so excited and relieved when I’d called to tell him, that I ignored the guilt and focus on the bliss.

Now that we’d spent time getting to know each other in the sex sense, we were lying in bed surrounded by the leftovers from our picnic in bed.

I was just closing up a bag of chips when Tate groaned and rubbed his face with both hands, stopping me mid twist.

“What’s up?”

Lowering his hands slowly, he avoided eye contact with me and focused instead on the sheet covering his lap. Granted, it was a nice sheet, one that his mom had picked apparently, but I wasn’t sure it deserved the concentration he was giving it.

Finally, he answered. “It’s just… I’m going to sound like a big pussy saying this,” he muttered, getting out of bed and sauntering over to the door to let Chewy and Ozzy in.

I’d given up hope of Chewy being called Foxy Cleopatra by anyone but me, so I’d grudgingly admitted that his real name was Chew Barka, aka Chewy, this morning when Tate heard me calling him Foxy and laid it all out for me. Admittedly, it didn’t really suit him, but it had become a matter of principle getting people to call him that – one I’d lost. So, Chewy it was.

Tate had pulled on a pair of jockey shorts when he’d gone to get the food from the kitchen earlier, leaving me his t-shirt to pull on, which meant that I was sitting without panties watching his ass and crotch as they swayed past me. I dared any woman to not stare! It was impossible.

Once he was behind me at the door though, I shook off the penis hypnosis and regain full function of my brain – ish.

“What’s going to make you sound like a big pussy?” I asked, confused not just because of the hypnotizing skills his cock had, but because I was pretty certain a man like Tate Townsend could get away with saying almost anything without sounding like a pussy. Maybe a manly pussy, yeah, but a pussy-pussy? Nope!

When he didn’t answer, I turned around and saw him holding Chewy while Ozzy sniffed around his feet, wagging her tail. The funny thing was – Chewy wasn’t that much smaller than Ozzy was, even at this age. Then again, I’d seen Tate holding Ozzy like she was a little puppy too on many occasions. Let me tell you, when your man can carry a grown Labrador on her back like a baby, you don’t question his masculinity. You might question his ability to carry you when you’re five hundred pounds heavier because of the baby killer whale in your belly, but his manliness? Never.

Watching him, I realized that it wasn’t just seeing a hot man holding a baby that would drive women crazy. So, I did what any sane person would do and lunged for my phone, unlocking it and taking a photo of him before he could move.