“And you came into my life. And suddenly, I’m not at Dad’s every night. And clearing a drawer for you is the highlight of my day. And every little thing I learn about you is like discovered treasure. Cleo. And the Jacuzzi. And how much you like creamer. The sound of your purr. That you can cook. That I can make you laugh. You made me happy. And being happy, I began to see my life clearer. Or, more to the point, take time to look at it at all. And I began to understand who I was when I wasn’t just existing. I love to dance. And I love my art. And I’m going to have a show. And now, I can dare to dream. Because I have what I need. I know who I am. And the thing that makes it safe is that I’m in love with a really great guy who also loves me.”

When she quit talking then, the nacho plate hit his nightstand half a second before he hit Hattie.

After a lot of kissing and the same amount of groping, he was tugging at her panties when she said breathily, “You need to save some stamina. I want to try the you-do-yours, I-do-mine porn thing tonight.”

Fuck, just that and he felt himself beading.

Christ, his girl.

“Quiet.”

He got her panties down over her feet, surged up, Hattie opening her legs as he did.

Yeah.

His girl.

“And maybe explore that light bondage thing you were mentioning,” she went on.

Fortunately, it was only Hattie who got dressed in her panties and his tee when she got up to nuke cheese on chips.

So once he positioned, he was all set to slide in.

Which he did.

And fuck.

Connecting with her, he realized he did purr.

She huffed out a breath, her pussy closing tight around him, and caught his ass in one hand, claiming the back of his neck with the other.

Gazing down at her, her hair all over his pillow, those gorgeous brown eyes hot and bothered, he started moving.

“Love you, baby,” he whispered.

She cocked a leg high, pressed it to his side, planted her other foot in the bed and reared up to meet his strokes.

“Love you too, Axl,” she whispered back.

He kissed her.

He fucked her.

They both came.

And after cleanup, he saw the chips and cheese no longer looked so hot.

So Axl put on some sweats and went to the kitchen to assess things.

He didn’t have fresh cilantro, but he had everything else.

He went back to her while the eggs were boiling, but he left her again.

And didn’t go back until he brought her his Mexican street corn deviled eggs.

They devoured them.

He left the bed again a couple of hours later.

To get their laptops.

Chapter Twenty-Six

The Women

Axl