Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Ronin
I shouldn’t have fucked her in my truck on the side of the room.
But something came over me. Something I couldn’t fight.
I had to have her.
And fuck, was she beautiful riding my cock like a fucking champ in the tight space.
With my thumb, I rubbed her clit as she bounced up and down, her head falling back and exposing her neck. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
Imogen came hard the first time, her pussy clenching around my cock and nearly sending me off into space, but I didn’t stop rubbing her clit, didn’t pull her off my dick, only brought her to orgasm again and again.
After three orgasms, I followed with my own, my loud growls filling the cab of the truck.
Holy fucking shit. I’d never felt an orgasm like that before.
Wet juices spilled down my thigh as I lifted her off me and set her on the seat next to me.
I fished out some napkins from the glove box and cleaned her up, as she sat there not moving, a blissful smile on her face.
I fixed her skirt and kissed her soft lips before wiping my dick off and tucking it back in my pants.
“That was unbelievable.”
“Mmm,” Imogen rolled her head my way, a wistful smile on her lips.
I laughed. “Are you so relaxed you can’t speak?”
She nodded and blew me a kiss.
“Yet somehow, I think you want more.”
Imogen raised an eyebrow. “I am pretty greedy.”
I laughed again. “Good. You should be. I am too.” I winked before turning the key in the ignition and firing up the truck. “I doubt we’ll get much sleep tonight.”
“No complaints here.”
I grinned wolfishly. “Perfect.”
We spent the night exploring each other’s bodies and making love until the early morning hours. When we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms, the sun was rising.
But we somehow managed to wake by eleven and I cooked her breakfast while she lounged in my clothes. I liked her in my clothes. I liked her in my house and in my bed.
Hell, I liked her being in my space.
Three weeks had passed and while we’d only had three dates, I was already in love with her. She was the perfect woman for me.
It was time for her to meet my daughter.
Another week passed, another week of flirty texts and sexting for hours, wishing we could be together.
Finally, by Friday, I couldn’t wait any longer. I invited her over after Amylee went to bed, and we spent the night talking and making love until she snuck out at dawn.
As I walked her to her car, I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her against me, sneaking in one last hug and kiss. “Imogen, I love spending time with you. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Imogen gasped before she looked up at me with wide eyes filled with unshed tears. “Really?”
I nodded.
“I’m falling in love with you, too.”
I kissed her as the tears spilled down her cheeks. “Will you meet my daughter tomorrow? Maybe for lunch? We can still have our date. I don’t want to stop those.”
“Of course, I’d love to.”
I kissed her over and over until we finally broke apart and said goodnight.
The following day, Imogen arrived for lunch and my daughter answered the door with excitement, as I kept her in suspense of who the mystery guest was.
“The bird lady?” Amylee said in complete seriousness.
Imogen and I burst into laughter.
“Yep, that’s me. Though, I prefer animal whisperer.”
“You help other animals too?”
“Oh yes. Lots of cats and dogs, mostly. But I still help out at the bird rescue.”
“That’s so cool.” Amylee waved Imogen inside and took her hand. “Let me show you my room!”
I grinned from ear to ear, a warm feeling filling me whole.
We spent the afternoon eating and playing dolls before dropping Amylee off at my parents for the night. Imogen tried to wait in the car, but my daughter insisted she come inside. A meet up with my parents wasn’t in my plans but it happened anyway.
After we left, I took her back to my place, neither one of us able to keep our hands to ourselves as we tumbled inside, clothes flying in every direction. Seeing her all afternoon and not being able to take her to bed damn near killed me.
Within minutes, I slid inside and made love to my most perfect girl.
“I love you,” I whispered to her for the first time as I held her in my arms later that night after a dinner of takeout Chinese food.
Imogen took my face in her hands and kissed me hard. “I love you too.”
After another round of love making, I brought strawberries and whipped cream to bed for dessert.
I watched as Imogen dipped the strawberry into the whipped cream and held it up between us, a devilish look in her eyes and a sexy as fuck grin painting her gorgeous lips.
Without a word, she gently ran the strawberry down my chest, over my abs, stopping when she reached the waistband of my boxers.
My dick already pitched a tent, Imogen studying it with her lustful face.
She licked her lips, and I clutched the sheets.
Her tongue started at my boxers and worked its way up my body, licking every drop of cream.
I nearly came on the spot.
How? I didn’t know, considering we’d made love only an hour ago.
But with her, my love was endless.
And I couldn’t wait to keep showing her.