I kiss her lips. “My cock is the perfect size for your pussy, baby. You were made for me.” I slip out of her and roll us to our sides. “I’ll be right back.” I bend down, kissing her flat stomach.
After getting rid of the condom, I wash my hands and then let Butch out one last time. Back in my bedroom, I find Gwen curled up on her side, her naked back on display for me. I slip in next to her and wrap my arm around her, pulling her into my side.
She does what she always does in her sleep, rolls to me and wraps around me like a spider monkey. I never thought I’d like sleeping like this, but with her, I do. Gwen’s breath tickles my neck as she sleeps.
Earlier when I called her on my way home, we decided on Peking’s Palace for dinner. We pigged out on Mongolian beef, egg rolls, crab Rangoon, and sizzling rice soup.
We sat in my bed and watched John Wick while we ate. Butch sat in between us, begging for bites of food. After the movie, we took him out back and played with him for a bit. Gwen smiled when she tossed the ball. “Go get it, boy.”
When Butch was worn out, we went back inside, and we ate white almond cupcakes that she brought with her. Then we proceeded to eat cupcakes off of each other. I almost embarrassed myself when she sucked frosting off my cock. I’ll never look at cupcakes the same again.
This past week has been hell. I picked up some extra shifts to help out. All I did was work, sleep, and repeat. When I slept, I dreamt of the girl in my arms. I’d love to say that they were all dirty, but the one I had last night was bad. It was the accident. Gwen was lying next to me with her eyes open. In the dream I shook her, screaming her name, but she was already ice cold.
I jerked awake and once my heart quit racing, I was able to find sleep, it just wasn’t good sleep. As I lay there shrouded in the darkness of my room I realized that Gwen was starting to mean something to me. Yes, we survived something intense, but I just like spending time with her. She’s funny, kind, good with my dog, hot, and fucking phenomenal in bed.
Before her, I’ve never wanted to explore a relationship, but I’m looking forward to it with her.
Now I kiss Gwen’s forehead and she snuggles deeper into me, smiling in the dark as I close my eyes as exhaustion pulls me under.
The smell of bacon hits me, pulling me from my sleep. I climb out of bed, throw on a pair of basketball shorts, step across the hall to use the bathroom and brush my teeth.
In the kitchen I find Gwen at the stove in a half shirt and panties, frying up bacon. I fit myself against her back and kiss her neck. “You ruined my surprise,” she says softly.
“Were you making me breakfast in bed?”
“I was and now you don’t get any.” She sticks her tongue out at me and turns back to the bacon.
I grab her chin, pulling her back so I can kiss her mouth. Her tongue meets mine and in no time my dick is hard.
Gwen pulls back. “Get that thing away from me.” Her grin is cheeky and adorable. “Get some coffee and sit while I finish this up.” Once the bacon is done, she scrambles some eggs and makes some toast.
She carries our full plates around the breakfast bar, sitting next to me. “This looks delicious babe, thank you.”
We’re both quiet as we eat. I watch as she grabs the syrup and pours some on her eggs. She shrugs and then scoops a wad of them into her mouth. After we finish eating, I kick her out of the kitchen.
While I clean up the breakfast dishes Gwen grabs some shorts and then she takes Butch outside. From the window, I watch her. Her hair is down and flies behind her as she chases Butch—the sun bringing out more of the red.
She stops running and walks toward the fence. I can no longer see her, so I walk around to the sliding door. The little neighbor girl’s, I’m not sure what her name is, or her parents for that matter, head appears above the fence. Gwen is listening intently to whatever the girl is saying to her.
Since I know she’s fine, I move back to the dishes and start cleaning up. A few minutes later the sliding door opens and Gwen comes walking inside, followed by Butch.
“Who was your little friend out there?”
She grabs her coffee cup and takes a drink. “That’s Allie and she’s adorable. Her mom called her in for breakfast so we didn’t get to chat too much.”
Once the dishwasher is running, I grab Gwen’s hands. “What do you say we hop on my bike and go for a ride through the mountains? There’s this great little burger joint that’s a few hours ride from here we can stop there when we’re ready for lunch.”
“That sounds like fun.”
I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. “Hey, what are you doing?” She squeals.
“Shower time,” I say and then slap her ass, hard.
“Hold on,” I shout before hitting the throttle and flying down the road. Gwen’s squeal makes me smile. We just got done eating lunch at The Burger Shack. We had a couple of their bacon cheeseburgers, fries, and chocolate milkshakes.
When we finished eating, we got back on my bike and Gwen took a selfie of us. Now we’re just going to ride around for a little bit. She’s got her tits pressed against my back and my dick is half hard.
As we ride along the coast, I know we’re getting close to the accident site. I’ve thought a lot about going there, but just never have done it. When I get close I find a safe spot for us to pull over.
I shut off the bike and look back at Gwen. She’s staring at the embankment and her chin wobbles. “Baby, it’s okay. Come with me.” I climb off the bike and take her hand when she does the same.
We walk to the edge where we can see what we rolled down—jagged rocks poke out from the dirt. Boulders of different sizes lay haphazardly at the bottom of the embankment.
I move behind Gwen, wrapping my arms around her chest. “I still can’t believe we survived,” she says softly.
“I know, but we did—we need to be thankful for that. We don’t think about the what-ifs.”
She doesn’t say anything but leans back farther into me. I kiss her temple and lead her back to my bike. We ride back to my place and by the time Gwen and I roll into my driveway, I’m ready to be off of my bike.
As soon as I let us inside, Gwen heads down the hallway and disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself as I let Butch out. While he does his business, I give him some fresh water and food. Once he’s back inside, I go to the bathroom and just as I am about to knock, the door opens. “Are you okay?”
Gwen smiles. “Yeah, sorry, I had to pee really bad.”
Phew, that’s good. I thought maybe I had messed up taking her there, but I just wanted her to remember that she was alive. I haven’t told anyone that I’ve made an appointment to talk to the therapist the department uses. It’s the same one that Grant told his daughter about.
She follows me into the kitchen and I grab a bottle of water for both of us. I open the freezer and see nothing that looks appetizing. I’m sure there isn’t anything in the refrigerator either.
“Do you want to go out for dinner tonight? I don’t feel like cooking” I say as I grab a hank of her hair, wrapping it around my fingers. Fuck, it’s soft.
Gwen freezes. “Uh… yes. That sounds good because I don’t want to cook either.”