Cyra joined him upstairs, alongside Henry. A glance over at Cyra left him giddy, unable to believe how the day had turned out.
Once Henry entered a bedroom, Gunn did a check inside, then waited outside the room with Cyra to give Henry a sense of peace. “So, I was thinking,” he began, pulling Cyra against him, a piercing ache slicing across his shoulder as he placed an arm around her back, “wanna come over to my place after this? I make a mean grilled cheese sandwich. Was thinking we could just talk and hang out.”
She cocked an eyebrow and the corner of her sweet mouth curled upward. “I’d like that.” Despite her words, she snuggled against him.
“Plus, I have lots of holy water to disinfect ourselves.” He offered her a smirk.
She broke out into a laugh and play-slapped his chest. “Tease.”
His embrace tightened, and he lifted her chin with a bent finger, his mouth lowering to her ear. “And if you insist, I’d happily devour you or fuck you all night long.”
She trembled against him and whispered, “I love it when you say dirty words.”
He’d never get sick of her reaction. God, he would enjoy every moment of being with her. But it went so much deeper than physical attraction. This was his chance to get to know her, do normal things like going to a movie, sharing his favorite books with her. He wanted to do normal things and get to really know her. Yet his fingers tingled to take her right now, up against the wall. Around his baby girl, he’d be hard-on 24/7, and all he could think was: bring it on.
2 Days Later
The hot bath water cocooned around Gunn as he lay back in his tub at his apartment. Stitches knitted his cuts together, but they still stung. Every muscle in his body ached, and sleeping for a week straight sounded like a plan.
Cyra entered the bathroom wrapped in a towel, staring down at him with the sexiest grin. “You sure there’s enough room in there for both of us?”
“Baby, come take a seat. It’s made for two people.” He ran a hand down his chest, guiding her eyes to his erection, already in a condom, poking out of the water.
As the towel cascaded down her body, he took in all of her beauty, the curves of her pink-tipped breasts, her hips, and the strip of curls between her legs. His heart hurt when he studied the cuts on her thighs, and her calf, the purple bruises along her hips and arms. Her knee was bandaged, too, and he’d reapply them to her wounds after the bath. He reached out a hand. “Join me before I drag you in here.”
Without a word, she stepped into the tub, straddling him. He ran his palms up her toned legs, inching upward along the inside of her gorgeous thighs, and slid two fingers across her folds.
Her moans had him harder, tighter. “Sit on me, baby girl.”
And, with both hands on the edge, she lowered herself, straddling him, her pussy kissing the tip of his cock, rubbing herself.
“You’re so beautiful.” He grasped her breasts, squeezing them.
“Ready?” she purred, and before he responded, she splashed him in the face.
He laughed, and, without the slightest warning, she pushed herself down on him. He shuddered and let out a groan. Scorching hot.
“I’ve been ready for you for weeks. And now I’ve got you, you’re not going anywhere.” He pinched her nipples, gaining himself the sexiest mewl as she rolled her head back. With his hands on her hips, he guided her up and down on his shaft, faster, more intense. Water sloshed out and over the tub edge, but he didn’t care. Not when she bounced on his cock, her tits swinging, offering him the best show in the world.
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts in his face. “Suck me.”
Just having her order him around had him harder. No holding back, because he planned to take her several more times tonight in every position possible. He filled her and her tight walls gripped his cock.
Her pebbled nipple slipped into his mouth, and he flicked the morsel, sucking her hard.
“Gunn, yes.” She trembled with excitement but never stopped pumping up and down. He glided a hand between them and pinched her clit. Her eyes flew open and she groaned with pleasure.
“Faster.” Her pelvis rocked against him, and he met her every slap, his mouth full with her breast. Everything about her—her sounds, her touch, her scent—imprinted on his mind.
Her screams fired him up.
“Fuck me, baby—harder,” she begged.
He gripped her hips, thrusting himself into her, and she held on to the tub’s edges, his pace quickening. His mind floated and the moment she trembled against him, his own orgasm exploded. Her walls clenched around him, and he pulsed, soaring through the heavens, convinced she’d drive him to obsession with her sexiness.
She collapsed on his chest, cradled against his pecs, her labored breaths matching his own. “Crap, Gunn. If sex is that amazing, why doesn’t everyone fuck all the time?”
He chuckled and caressed her back, her skin silky smooth. “Baby girl, I can make that a reality for you.”
When she propped her chin on the back of her hand, looking him in the eyes, she
