Chapter 69
GEMMA
Iposted about my front porch bakery on our community Facebook page, along with a few pictures I took of the sign Emily painted for me and the cute little cabinet Riggs bought, while Cade drove me home.
This time, neither of us spoke a word and when he walked me to the door, he didn’t step foot on the porch.
He stopped at the foot of the steps, and watched me climb them on my own.
Seconds after I closed the door, I heard him drive away.
Prepared to package cookies and scones until sunrise, I walk into the kitchen to find Riggs and Emily have already done it for me.
Everything is individually packaged and neatly arranged in baskets, ready to be loaded into the cabinet on the porch.
One of them even baked my cinnamon rolls for me and slathered them with the cream cheese frosting I made before work.
There’s a note on one of the cake boxes.
I’ll load the cabinet when I get out of the shower.
Get in bed. I’ll meet you there.
Love, Riggs
Picking up the note, I fold it in half and stick it in my pocket like a love sick school girl before sliding open the pocket door between the sunroom and the kitchen. Janet is sleeping at the foot of Riggs’s bed. I can hear the shower running.
Any other Saturday at 3AM, I’d be up to my neck in bubbles by now, soaking away the last eight hours, eating something out of a styrofoam container, while my cat sits on the toilet lid and judges me.
Closing the pocket door behind me, I make my way to the bathroom and let myself in.
Riggs is in the shower, begrudgingly using his shower chair, while he washes his hair.
He’s so beautiful that for a moment I can’t move.
Can’t even breathe. All I can do is stand here and look at him.
His wide, powerful shoulders. Long, muscular arms. Perfectly chiseled chest and torso.
His legs are beginning to fill out, I can see the muscle definition starting to fight its way back.
They’ll never be the same. He’ll never be the same, but he’s still Riggs.
And he’s still mine, for a little while longer.
When he hears me close the bathroom door, he looks in my direction. Catching sight of me watching him through the glass partition, he drops his hands. “Hey.”
Snagging the hem of my tank top, I drag it over my head and toss it on the floor.
Next are my cut offs. Unbuttoning them, I work them down my hips, stepping out of them on my way to the shower.
“Hey,” I finally answer him. Opening the front closure to my strapless bra, I drop it on the floor, reveling in the way he’s looking at me.
Like he can’t look away. Like I’m the only thing he can see.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful,” he says, still watching me while I hook my fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly pull them down.
As soon as I’m naked, I step into the shower and sink to my knees in front of him.
Sitting back on the shower chair, shoulders braced against the tiled shower wall, Riggs keeps watching me, his dark, hooded gaze following my movements while I reach for him.
He’s hard. So hard his cock is standing at attention, inches from my mouth.
Riggs reaches for me, his large, callused hand cradling my jaw so he can lift my gaze to meet his.
He skims the pad of his thumb down the length of my throat while his other hand wraps itself around the base of his cock.
Gaze falling to my mouth, he uses his grip to angle his shaft before giving himself a slow pump that draws a stream of clear fluid from its tip and brushes it against my slightly parted mouth.
Painted with his precum, I run my tongue along the curve of my lower lip so I can taste him.
More.
I want more.
More of the way he tastes.
More of the way Riggs is looking at me.
Like I’m the only thing that matters.
Like he’d promise me forever if I asked for it.
“I’m probably going to be terrible at this.
” Raising myself onto my knees, I brace my hands against his and lean into him, hovering my mouth over the engorged head of cock.
Grazing my stiff, swollen nipples against the tops of his thighs, I look up at him through my lashes, my lips twitching into a smirk. “But I promise not to bite.”
The corner of his mouth tips up at my joke and he laughs, the sound of it snagging on a deep, rumbling groan when I lean into the grip he has on my throat to trace my tongue around the rim of his cock.
Eyes still fixed on him, I open my mouth, sliding the head of it past my parted lips.
Drunk on the taste of him, the way he’s looking at me, I lower myself slowly, letting out a soft, intoxicated moan when I feel the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.
Still watching my mouth, Riggs’s gives himself another rough pump. Doing it again, his grip tightens around my throat when I swallow hard against the invasion of his cock. “Fuck…”
Moaning again, fingers gripped around his thighs, I fuck my mouth up the length of his shaft. Tongue licking and swirling against the head of it before I push myself back down.
“You have no fucking idea how beautiful you look right now…” Eyes nailed to my mouth, Riggs pumps his cock against the back of my throat.
“How many times I’ve thought about this…
” Hips jerking forward, Riggs’s grip tightens around his shaft, a second before he start to come on a low groan. “Fuuuck… Gem…”
Moaning in response, my throat works against the hard jerk of his cock, swallowing the thick, salty taste of him when I’m suddenly ripped away and jerked to my feet.
Before I can protest, I’m spun around and shoved forward on a deep, feral growl.
Lifting my hands to catch myself, I brace them against the tiled shower wall, barely a second before callused hands grip my hips.
Pulling them back, away from the wall, rough thumbs are hooked between my thighs and they’re pulled apart, opening me wide enough to make me gasp.
“Riggs—”
That’s as far as I get before I feel his face bury itself in my pussy, his tongue fucking and sliding over my throbbing clit while his mouth devours me from behind.
Licking and sucking every part of me he can reach, Riggs groans his approval when my arms buckle and my hips begin to roll, shamelessly fucking my greedy pussy against the brutal pressure of his mouth.
Jerking me even closer, he sharpens the angle of his tongue, a moment before I feel my entire body catch fire and I’m coming so hard I feel my knees unhinge and the edges of my vision bleach stark white.
Tearing his mouth away from me on a groan, Riggs doesn’t give me time to recover.
Using his grip on my hips to spin me around again, he pulls me forward, lifting and dragging me onto the shower chair with him until I’m straddling his hips.
Knees braced on either side of him on the hard plastic seat, I can feel the thick press of his rigid cock between my slick folds.
Face-to-face, mouths inches apart, his chest pumping and heaving against mine, he leans into the space between us to trace his tongue along the curve of my lower up.
When he tastes himself on my mouth, Riggs groans.
“Again…” Hands still gripped around my hips, Riggs tilts them forward, dragging my pussy up the length of his shaft until the head of it grazes across my still throbbing clit.
“Fuck yourself on my cock,” he growls, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise, he does it again, sliding my wet pussy down the length of his rock hard shaft. “I want to feel your greedy little?—”
His dirty words get lost behind a long, low hiss when I rock my hips forward in his grip, fucking myself against him on a needy whimper.
“Again.”
Hips bucking forward, I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck.
Pushing my fingers into his hair while I work my core against him.
Rolling and pumping my hips against his, my head falls back on a moan when I feel the head of his cock tease against my swollen clit, again and again.
“Riggs…” I moan his name, another orgasm already starting to build, the tingle of it spreading like warm honey spilled between my thighs.
“Fuuuck…” Wrapping his arms around me, forearms braced against my lower back, Riggs leans in to nip and lick his way across the taut line of my jaw on his way to my ear.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you…” he growls in my ear, scraping his teeth against the soft skin of my neck.
“…feel your tight, needy pussy gripped around me while you milk my cock…” Streaking a hand up my back, he tangles his finger in my hair and pulls, angling my head even further.
Skimming his mouth down the side of my neck, Riggs traces his tongue across the swell of my breasts while my hips work and pump themselves against him, dragging me closer and closer to orgasm until I’m dangling over the edge of it.
“You’re mine, Gem… no matter what, you’re always going to be mine. ”
“Yours…” Breaking apart, my hips rolling and pumping against his, I pull him closer, guiding his mouth to mine. Licking my way past his lips while I come, I feel the rumble of his groan against the tangle of my tongue as Riggs follows me into oblivion.