Chapter 10
Holt
Iwalk into a quiet house. The light over the stove and a lamp in the living room allow me to walk around without stubbing a toe.
Something about knowing Gia left the lights on for me makes my stomach flip over. My conversation with the guys is messing with my head. I’m not in love with Gia Miller. It’s impossible to fall for someone this fast.
But…
I might like the woman. A lot. And as much as I’d like to, I don’t think I can keep the distance between us for much longer.
If she tells me flat out she doesn’t want to date me, then I can move on without too much disappointment.
I just can’t keep holding back my feelings without knowing where she stands on the matter.
I’ve always gone after what I wanted.
After interning at a law office my freshman year of college, I knew law school was my future. When I met Hannah at a frat party, I wanted her to be mine within minutes of talking to her. The next day, I took her out to dinner, and we never looked back.
I had the same feeling about Gia the night she threatened to throat punch me if I hit on her.
Her bold personality was refreshing, but I can’t lie and say her sneaking out on me wasn’t a blow to my ego.
I thought I could let it go and accept that the one night was all I was going to get, but after spending these last few days with her, I have no doubt she has feelings for me too.
Losing Hannah taught me that you have to take chances in life because you never know what could happen. If I ask Gia out and she says no, then at least I’ll have a definitive answer.
I bound upstairs, my boots thunking on every step in my hurry to finally make my move.
There’s no sound coming from her room, and I pause for a second, debating on waiting until morning to talk to her.
I discard the option immediately. The girls will want to come home as soon as they’re done with breakfast, so we won’t have enough time to talk before I have to get them.
I knock softly, just in case she’s asleep. There’s nothing for a second, but then I hear my name. It’s oddly breathy, but I don’t think much of it until the door is open and I’m stopped in my tracks.
“Oh, holy fuck,” I curse. Gia’s cropped T-shirt is up over her gorgeous breasts, her nipples tight little buds I’m salivating over. Then my gaze drops to her hand, moving under her tiny sleep shorts in tantalizing circles. I’ve never hated a piece of clothing more.
Our gazes clash a second later. Gia pulls off her headphones and starts to move her hand out of her shorts.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” The words are gravel in my throat.
Gia freezes. Her eyes widen as they drop to where I’ve started rubbing my aching cock through my jeans.
She bites her lip as she slowly moves her hand back into her shorts, gasping as those nimble fingers begin to move over her clit again.
“Were you thinking about me, Rainbow? Were you imagining it was my hands touching you?”
A whimper escapes her as she nods.
“Show me. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
“Only if you show me yours.”
There’s the fire I love. I pull at my belt buckle, the metal clanking in the silence of the room. I don’t miss that Gia’s hand has started to speed up. “Stop.”
Her eyes fly back up to mine at my demand.
“Don’t even think about coming without me.”
Gia smirks but nods her head.
I whip my shirt off, finish loosening my jeans, and then push them and my underwear down just far enough to pull out my cock. I’m harder than I’ve been in a long time, all because of a gorgeous woman I can’t figure out.
A shudder runs down my spine, landing in my balls as I wrap my fist around my length.
Gia licks her lips, her eyes glued to the way my hand moves. She still hasn’t removed her shorts despite the fact that she’s resumed playing with herself.
“Shorts, Rainbow.”
She follows my demand, shucking off the offending material and throwing it carelessly to the floor. Then she bends her knees, sliding her feet out far enough to show me just how turned on she is by this little scene.
“You’re fucking soaked. Does your little pussy need to be filled?”
“Oh, Jesus Christ. I forgot how dirty your mouth is.”
“And you love it.”
“In every single way.” Gia’s eye contact never falters as we both work ourselves up. The visual is almost more than I can handle. The urge to have her is too overwhelming to stop.
I let go of my cock and climb onto the bed. Gripping the back of Gia’s thighs, I spread her wide and dive in without preamble. Her slick honey taste fills every one of my senses, making me groan into her flesh.
“Oh, God,” Gia moans, her hands spearing into my hair. She lifts her hips, riding my face with abandon. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve experienced in a long time, and I grind down into her mattress to ease the ache in my cock.
I work her hard, using my tongue and fingers to send her soaring. Her thighs clamp around my head as she comes, soaking my face with her arousal.
I pull back just enough to grab my wallet from my jeans one-handed. I don’t let up on her clit with my fingers as she shakes, the stimulation becoming almost too much for her.
With my teeth, I rip open the condom and slide it down my length. Once I’m covered, I line the head of my cock up with her entrance. I don’t even have to ask if she still wants this.
“Please, Holt. I need you inside me.”
With one thrust, I slide deep into her tight pussy. “Fuuuuuuck.”
I meet Gia’s dark blue gaze, and something passes between us. This might’ve started as a quick and dirty fuck, but it’s somehow turned into something else entirely.
With one look, Gia just opened herself up to me emotionally, not just physically. I lift her arms over her head, linking our fingers together as I slowly thrust into her, grinding against her clit with every pass.
I kiss her gently, silently telling her that I know she’s just given me a gift no one else has ever come close to receiving. I have no idea if I’m capable of taking care of her. I’m not the same man I was three years ago, but I’m willing to see what happens next if she is.
Her second orgasm rolls over her in slow but powerful waves.
Her pussy tightens around me like a vice, giving me no other choice but to follow her over that proverbial edge.
My whole body tenses up as I come, the sensation rolling down my spine and gathering in my center as she pulls every last drop of cum out of me.
I drop my head into her neck as I try to catch my breath. This is not what I imagined would happen when I got home tonight. Shifting my weight, I deal with the condom and then roll us over to tuck her into my chest. “I’d planned to come in here to ask you out to dinner.”
“Instead, you got a show.”
“One I would love to see again. And again. And again.”
Gia snorts. “Maybe tomorrow, Cowboy. You wore me out.”
“I can work with that.” A little nagging question sits at the back of my head. “There will be a tomorrow, right?”
Gia pulls back, her eyes reading every anxiety on my face. “Yes. I’m sorry I walked out the first time. I should’ve handled that differently, but I was scared.” Her gaze darts away as if she didn’t mean to tell me that.
“I’m terrified.”
She whips her head up, and I breathe out a laugh.
“If you think I have all this figured out, you’re wrong.
I have no idea what I’m doing, Rainbow. I haven’t dated anyone since Hannah, and that was almost twenty years ago.
If you’re willing to be patient with me, I’m willing to do the same for you while we figure out what this could be. ”
She’s quiet for a moment, but then shocks me with her next words. “Will you tell me about her? About Hannah?”
The question is so unexpected, I don’t know what to say.
“Unless it’s too hard, then forget I said anything.” She starts to pull away. “Actually, you know what. Never mind. I’ll just go clean up—”
I yank her back to me. “Oh no, you don’t.” Pressing a kiss to her mouth, I stop her protest from forming. “Are you sure you want to know? I don’t mind talking about her, but I don’t want to seem like a dick or something.”
Gia strokes the pad of her finger across my eyebrow and then down my face. “I want to know her. I think I need to know about her because you wouldn’t be who you are now without her.”
I stare at Gia for a second, wondering how the hell I got this lucky. The first woman I’m interested in understands me on a level I never thought possible.
Clearing my throat, I think about how Hannah and I met. “She was a firecracker. The first time I met her, she was throwing her beer into some douchebag’s face. Apparently, he’d touched her ass without her permission, and she told him exactly what he should do with that hand instead.”
Gia chuckles. “She sounds like my kind of woman.”
“I actually think the two of you would’ve been good friends.
” I keep talking, sharing Hannah with the woman who’s captured every one of my thoughts recently.
It should be weird, but it’s somehow liberating to talk about Hannah with someone who doesn’t already know her.
I feel like I get to share the woman I knew before the accident.
Gia doesn’t have any memories of her, so she doesn’t see everything through the lens of grief like the rest of my family and friends do. She can enjoy these stories for what they are, anecdotes that showcase my wife’s personality.
“I really hate that you lost her, Holt. It’s so unfair that you’ve had to live through something so horrible and continue moving forward as if your entire life hasn’t been flipped upside down. I’m a little in awe of you.”
Emotions swamp me at Gia’s praise. I don’t feel as if I deserve it. “What you see now is leaps and bounds ahead of where I was a couple of years ago. Hannah’s parents had to move in with me to help take care of the girls. I could hardly get out of bed.”
“I can’t even imagine how hard that was for you.”
“I’d never wish that kind of pain on anyone.” I swallow hard and take a deep breath to get myself together. “Anyway. Let’s talk about something else. What were you listening to when I walked in earlier?”
Gia’s face flames, and I’m immediately interested in her answer. “It was an audiobook.”
My head jerks back. “A book? Really?”
She fights an embarrassed grin as she nods. “The storyline is incredible, but the narrators make it even better.”
“Can I listen to it?”
“Seriously?”
I shrug. “Yeah, why not? Couldn’t hurt to try it.”
Gia grabs her headphones from where she chucked them earlier and cues up the scene. She hands them over to me to put on and then presses play.
I only make it a few minutes into it before I rip off the headphones and pounce.
Gia squeals as my mouth descends across the skin of her neck, then asks, “So I take it you liked it?”
“I’m going to need you to recommend a few more when we’re done.”