I bent my head and ran my tongue up her slit and back down. She was smooth, as I learned she always was, and I loved that, too. I parted her with my fingers and pushed my tongue inside, thrusting and sucking, and nibbling. She grasped handfuls of my hair and whimpered and moaned. The woman loved to tug on my hair, and I made a mental note never to cut it short, so she had plenty to hang on to.

The washer was on spin cycle, adding an erotic vibration to my own ministrations. I ran my hand along her ass and fingered her back there, causing her to cry out. I ran my thumb around the rim while my mouth worked its magic on her incredible pussy. She bucked against me, and I found her clit and circled it over and over with my tongue.

“Oh, fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.” She was cursing me and praising me as her orgasm tore through her and the washing machine vibrated harder.

She collapsed in my arms, limp and sated.

Finally, she looked up at me and smiled. “That’s a first.”

“I would hope so.” I laughed.

We hugged each other for a long moment. The washer finished, and I lifted her off it.

“What about you?” she asked.

“I get off just watching you get off, but in the interest of fairness, I’m sure you’ll make it up to me later.”

“You can bank on that.”

We both washed our hands in the sink, wadded up the towel, and tossed it in the dirty towel bag. Geneva dressed, and together we waited for her last loads to finish in the dryer.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I haven’t had a chance.”

“What’s that?” I jerked my head upward. I’d been occupied staring at her tits through her thin polo. God, she had a magnificent rack, and she’d caught me fantasizing over fucking those babies. There were so many dirty things I wanted to do to her and with her. I was like a kid in a candy store, trying to figure out what delectable treat to sample next.

I gave her my most innocent expression, but I didn’t pull off innocent all that well. She shook her head, knowing full well my sex-filled brain had wandered down a depraved path.

“When I left your condo the other day, Bria was waiting for me.”

“Bria?”

“She was drunk or high or whatever. She wanted me to help her get her kids and Jock back. I refused, and she threatened me. Nothing big, just a you’ll regret this. It takes more than stupid bullshit like that to scare me off.”

“She’s not mentally stable.” I was worried. Bria wasn’t all together right now, and I didn’t have a handle on how far she might go to get what she wanted.

“I’m not letting her intimidate me. She’s desperate, but she’s not stupid. It’s not like she’s following us on our road trips. I still can’t believe my brother spent sixteen years with that woman.”