woman who could handle this lifestyle, it was one who fearlessly racked up a body count in just a couple days.
Sure, we had a lot to learn about each other. That would come. But I knew the basics. Her hard-working mindset, her loyalty, her stubbornness, her attitude, her pride, the movies she liked, the food she preferred, her history with her family, the way she curled into me at night.
We'd laid some groundwork.
The rest would come.
"You need to take it easy," Gigi scolded me, even as her hips did a roll, getting more friction for her needy pussy.
"I took it easy for a week," I reminded her, pressing my hard cock against her.
"A coma is not rest," she insisted, trying to laugh, but my finger did another swipe against her clit.
"I slept for a week. That's rest. More than you've gotten," I added, releasing her, turning her, lifting her up onto the counter. Her thighs parted for me as I moved between, my cock pressing against her pussy. "I should be telling you to go back to bed. In fact, I like that. Get back in bed. Naked," I told her, rocking my hips against her.
"I will go back to bed. Naked," she agreed, hands drifting around my hips. "But only if you go back with me. And stay there," she clarified. "For two days."
"I can't go to bed for two days, babe," I told her, my hand sliding up under her shirt, closing over her breast, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "I can spare an hour or so, though," I said, my fingers pinching her nipple hard, watching as her head fell back, her lips parting on a silent moan.
"Morning, roomies!" Emilio said from behind us, making my hand slide out from under Gigi's shirt as she let out a quiet whimper.
Yeah.
Emilio was going to be one hell of a cockblock.
I wanted a chance to fuck Giana on every surface of this house. It wasn't going to be easy to do that with Milo constantly popping into rooms randomly.
That said, I said he could crash for a while. I couldn't take that back. Besides, even if I did, he wouldn't listen. He was going to stay close until things were more stable. Or, at least, until I was fully on my feet again.
"You have shit timing," I informed him as Gigi shot me wide eyes, embarrassed at the insinuation.
"I am all for some kitchen fucking, but have the common courtesy to hold off until everyone in the household gets a cup of coffee," he told us, giving Giana a sly smile as he moved beside her to get a cup. "Were you about to cook?" he asked.
"I, ah, yeah. I was going to make some pastries for you guys. And all the men in and out all day."
"Did you hear that?" Emilio asked, looking over at me. "She is going to bake for us."
"She wants to bake for me. You just happen to be here," I corrected.
"I'll still take it," he said, shrugging. "Well, Giana, sweetheart, we will get out of your hair, so you can get right to that. What?" he asked when I glared at him. "Oh, keep it in your pants. When was the last time you had a woman bake for you? Exactly," he said when I had no answer to that. "Besides, we have some things to talk about. You can get some afternoon delight with her," he added, leading me out into the hallway.
I glanced back over my shoulder, finding Giana's cheeks pink with embarrassment, her eyes still hungry.
Yeah.
I could get used to seeing that woman in my kitchen every morning.
What's more, I was looking forward to it.
Giana - 1 Week
"What is all this?" I asked, sitting at the kitchen table, looking at the massive stack of magazines, fabric samples, and paint swatches that Celeste had dropped down in front of me.
Celeste had jumped back into life with both feet.
She'd been to the DMV to get her IDs renewed, had been to the family attorney to get access to all the accounts again, had gotten her nails done, went shopping for a whole new wardrobe, hit the doctor, started at a gym, spent time with both her sons. She'd even gone to the salon to fix the patchy job I'd done with the box dye back in the prison house when she'd insisted that she couldn't go back to New York without her hair done, some makeup to play with,