Page 9 of Summer Sweethearts
She giggles. “Garnett is a teenage girl who found her way to town and didn’t have a place to live, so she stayed with me as she got her GED and saved to get her own little place. Of course, the cat can come. I wouldn’t make you leave your furry friend out in the cold. And it can be for as long as you need or want.”
I lean forward and press my lips against hers. “Well then, let’s go home. There isn’t anything here to wait for. They can call me if they need me.” I stand, holding Macaroni, and leave the tent with my girlfriend in tow back to the car.
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Macaroni jumping on the bed and kneading my chest through the blanket has me once again cracking an eye open way earlier than I would want to get up. Glancing at the clock on the table, I see it’s eleven AM.Holy shit; we slept the whole morning away.The side of the bed where Loretta should be is empty. I roll out of the bed and pad out of the room. Getting to the kitchen, I find my girl sitting at the table drinking a coffee and reading a book.
She looks up at me as I enter and smiles. “Morning, Jess.”
“Good morning. Have you been up long? You should have woken me up,” I tell her. She sips her coffee and bends to the side to pet Macaroni.
“You were sound asleep, and I figured that after the events earlier, you could use the rest. I’ve only been up long enough to brew a cup of coffee and sit down.”
“Don’t you have to work?” I ask. I don’t want her getting in trouble with Aiden because of me, and I’m already moving in for a while. I don’t want to completely disrupt her life.
“Nope. I called Aiden and told him what had happened. He’d heard already, of course, being a small town and all that. But I assured him and your buddy, Cain, that you were okay. Now, I have the day off.”
“Okay, well, I’m going to need to run to the store and get some things. Toiletries, cat supplies, and I should probably pick up some clothes. Good thing we just got the first summer shipment. I can just pick a few pieces for myself.” I laugh. “Wanna run errands with me, baby?”
“I’d love nothing more. Let me shower, get dressed, and we can go. You should probably shower too. You smell like smoke. Which means your cat there needs a bath, and I’m calling not it on that.” She picks up her cup and walks out of the kitchen, back to the bedroom to shower.
I look at Macaroni as he struts over and rubs himself against my legs. “You hear that, Macaroni? Our girl says you need a bath. Promise you won’t slice me to ribbons this time,” I scold him sweetly. Maybe I can find a pet groomer who does cats and just pay for grooming. When I first brought him inside, I gave him a flea bath, and he tore me up. I looked like I had an orgy with Edward Scissorhands.Meow.
I make a mental note to do that when we get home.Look up a cat groomer near us.Hearing the shower turn on, I’m reminded my girlfriend is getting naked in the bathroom, and I want to join her. I hurry down the hall, a woman on a mission.
I step into the bathroom just in time to see Loretta’s plump ass get into the shower as she shuts the glass door behind her. Stripping down in a hurry, I open the door and step in behind her. She gasps as she feels my front brush against her back. “Fuck, you scared me,” she says as she turns to face me, a hand over her chest.
“Sorry, baby. You said shower, and I wanted to see you naked. Is this okay?” I ask, now feeling unsure of my actions, which is not like me.
“Yeah, you’re fine, Jess. Just startled me.” She leans and kisses my lips softly as the spray from the shower runs over us.
“Okay, I just want to make sure you don’t think we’re moving too fast. We had like two dates, then we became intimate, and now I’m living here.” I close my eyes and sigh because usually I’m so sure of myself, but this situation, this woman, has me second-guessing myself.
“Jess, look at me,” she commands. I open my eyes and stare into her blue orbs. “I think we’ve both had feelings for one another for a while, so this feels natural. Also, I’m too old to worry about speed. I want what I want, and fuck everything else. If I don’t like how this is going, I have no problem telling you so, okay?”
“You’re not old,” I scold.
Loretta throws her head back and laughs. “You know what I mean. No one can define the speed of this relationship but us. So why does it matter? If it feels right to us, then that is all I care about.”
Fuck, she’s so smart, and she’s right. I don’t know what it is about her that makes me nervous when I’m usually so sure of myself. Although, I’ve never had feelings as strong as I do for her either, so that could be it. Loretta lathers her hair with shampoo and then leans her head back, rinsing under the spray. Her chest pushes out as she runs her hands through her hair, getting out all the suds. Not being able to resist her cute pink nipples, I suck one into my mouth, and she moans instantly.
I turn her slightly and push her back against the shower wall as I kiss her sweet lips. Sliding my tongue against the seam of her lips, she opens and allows me to push my tongue into her mouth. My right hand slides down into her curls and through her folds, finding her clit and rubbing her gently. Using my first two fingers, I push them into her tight channel as my palm rubs against her bundle of nerves. I firmly press my thumb into her thigh crease as I pump my fingers roughly in and out of her. My palm rubs across her clit every time I move my fingers in and out of her. “Fuck, Jess,” she cries, and I feel her pussy spasm around my fingers.
“Ride my fingers, baby. Come all over my pretty black nails,” I murmur against her lips as I kiss her again. She whimpers, and her thighs clench shut as she comes on a cry. Her thighs are crushing my hand so I can’t move, but I curl my fingers inside her repeatedly as she rides my hand. I swallow the rest of her cries as I deepen the kiss. When she relaxes once more, I kiss her gently. “You sound like an angel when you come, baby,” I whisper.
I turn her back to the spray, grabbing her loofah and thoroughly washing every inch of her creamy skin. When I’m done, she watches with her lip tucked between her teeth as I wash and quickly touch up my landing strip. “Does it bother you?” she asks.
“Does what bother me?” I reply, clueless as to what she’s talking about.
“That I’m all natural down there,” she tells me, and I scrunch my nose at her before grabbing her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye.
“I like you just how you are. No changes are needed,” I growl.
“But I know the younger generation doesn’t like the whole bush thing,” she says softly.
“Baby, you could color that shit green and I’d still eat it up. I like whatever you’re comfortable with. Comb it, braid it, laser it off, doesn’t matter to me. It’s the woman who takes care of it that I like,” I tell her honestly as I kiss the tip of her nose and turn the water off.
“Okay,” she replies, leaving the conversation at that.
