of margaritas. There’s so much food. “Are you planning on anyone else coming over today?” I ask.
“Nope, but I figure we can eat off of it all day and whatever is left, I’ll eat or freeze for another time.”
“Alright. I’m going to go change. We can make plates and eat outside? I’m kind of dying to see your pool.” I give him a wink.
“That’s fine. I’ll be here waiting for you.” His voice is gruff. Not for the first time I’ve noticed this man doesn’t wear a shirt at all when I’m around, and I’m liking the view.
Nine
Drake
Not for the first time am I cussing this stupid sling I’m stuck in. Giana thought this was a lot. Little does she know I plan on spoiling the shit out of her. I already made a phone call to the college she was at and paid off her tuition. I’m sure she’ll be spitting mad when she finds out. I have my ways on handling that though, especially when my lips are on hers.
“You ready to eat, drink, and be merry?” Giana asks, coming around the corner in a bathing suit. It’s fucking sin incarnate wrapped around her body, accentuating her breasts with the way the top does this cross thing on her ribcage, showing her slim figure. When she walks by me, her hands graze my lower stomach. It causes me to hold her hand there as my abs ripple. I have no self-control when she’s around.
“You’re playing with fire, angel.” I pull her into me, with her in so little and me without a shirt on, her smooth skin to my hard body. She’s keeping me in the same state I’ve been in since I first laid eyes on her, rock-fucking-hard.
“Maybe I like to feel the burn.” She gives me a coy glance before wrapping her arms around my waist, being careful not to jar me.
“Well, be prepared.” My hand grips the strands of her hair, lifting her face up to mine, before kissing her with so much passion, I’m shocked we both don’t ignite.
“I’m more than ready. Okay, you tell me what you want, and I’ll plate it and you can carry your plate. I’ll grab our drinks and mine.” I start to tell her I can take care of myself, but she puts her hand up in a don’t-talk manner.
“I know you’re not handicapped, believe me. I also know if I can do something to help make you heal faster, I’m going to.”
“When you put it that way, I’ll deal with it, for now,” I grouse. When Giana turns around giving me a view of her ass, it takes everything in me not to growl.
She loads our plates up before filling a glass. “You want a margarita or something else?” she asks.
“A bottle of water, but next time, it’ll be you and me drinking together.”
“It’s probably a better idea even with the small amount of medicine you’re on.” Giana grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge, tucking it between her body and arm, grabs her plate and the utensils we’ll need. I follow suit knowing I’m about to get another view of her hot-as-hell ass.
She opens the sliding doors that lead out to the patio, another thing that sold me on the place. The sliding glass doors open all the way and go into the wall, like pocket doors. Giana can bust my balls all she wants. I know she secretly loves it.
“I should have known it would be as spectacular as the rest of your house.” I’ve gotten accustomed to this place. Today I get to look at it through her eyes, the rock that sits in the corner, creating a waterfall but also a place for you to jump into the twelve foot deep pool, the deck that holds six lounge chairs, a table and chair set, and the outdoor kitchen in another corner.
“Thank you, I guess.” I move to put my food down on the table. She does the same.
“Shit, that came out bad. It’s really amazing, Drake. I see what you mean when you said this house is meant for children.” She gets a sparkle in her eye, and if I have my way, it’ll happen with Giana.
“I know. I was only busting your chops. Ready to eat?” We both take our seats, her sitting beside me, and I have to say I like that too.
“Yes, I’m salivating at the thought of all this food.” I watch her as she eats, not