Page 32 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

When Gio spoke again I concentrated on his lip movements. I didn’t have any lip reading skills, but I was pretty sure there were a few fucks in there.

“You’re gonna have to speak up.” I stuck my finger in my ear and shook it. This was really annoying. I could barely hear myself.

How was this not affecting him? We were in the same room. Was he just used to it? Had he fired more guns in enclosed spaces than I had? Not sure I wanted to know the answer to that.

“Are you fucking crazy!”

Wait… I heard that. Or did I? It was possible that my imagination had taken over.

“I’ve seen some dumb shit in my life….”

That was definitely on par with what someone would say to me. Memphis said those exact words to me just yesterday. Guess my hearing was back. Damnit. Now I would have to listen to Maw Maw lecture me about the hole in the cupboard.

I shifted my gaze over to the small wooden door hanging on by one hinge and sighed.

Gio shook me. “Hey.”

My eyes snapped back to his. “What?”

I had bigger problems than him right now. Maw Maw’s favorite mixing bowls were in that cupboard.

“You tried to fucking shoot me.”

Well…“Yeah.”

Was he really surprised? He dared me to do it, and my Maw Maw didn’t raise no quitter.

Gio’s mouth snapped shut, and in that moment I was pretty sure I was about to meet my maker.

I could see the reaper in the reflection of his green eyes. Death was coming for me, creeping closer with every twitch his fingers made on my neck. On the upside I wouldn’t have to explain anything to Maw Maw if I was dead. Then again, she might follow me in the afterlife, so she could beat me with her slipper.

“You actually pulled the trigger.”

Didn’t we already cover this? And why did he sound different when he said that?

I opened my mouth to speak, just as Gio’s lips slammed down on mine. My words were swallowed. Though I wasn’t sure by who? Him or me?

His tongue swirled around mine, and I forgot about everything else. The broken cupboard, rifle on the floor and ringing in my ears were all replaced with the hunger of his kiss. I was so lost in the way his mouth moved against mine that I didn’t even notice that he had let go of my neck to push my shorts over my hips, until the fabric pooled at my feet.

Cool air brushed across my now bare hip as I tore my mouth off his. “What are you…”

That was all I got out before he grabbed my ass and hoisted me in the air so high that I may have panicked a bit.

“Goddamnit, put me down.” I squealed while hooking my legs over his shoulders so I wouldn’t fall.

The wall behind gave me some sense of stability, but there were somethings a person my height was never meant to see. Like the lost items on the fridge, the dust on the ceiling, or the top of a six foot – who the fuck knows – asshole’s head.

I didn’t know how many inches tall he was because I was not meant to see the world from up here. Not to mention the strength one would need to lift someone this high. Stupid Gio and his stupid muscles.

“Hang onGattina.” Gio shifted his shoulders, making me brace one hand on the wall beside me while I slapped the other down on the top of his head.

“Stop moving.”

His hands dug into my ass as he pulled my hips forward and buried his face between my legs. His tongue laved over my delicate flesh, stealing my breath, then his mouth latched ontomy clit, causing a spark of pleasure to twist my fingers in his hair.

Maybe it’s alright if he moves a little.

I had no choice but to hang on while Gio continued to suck and work that bundle of nerves like an expert. The growl he let out sent a vibration up my pussy that had my back bowing off the wall behind. And like a wanton whore, I moved my hips closer, begging for more which was a movement that apparently amused him.

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