Page 59 of Inevitably Yours

Gus was getting a little annoyed at having to pull everything out of her friend.

“What picture? Who could have possibly posted a picture of me?”

“Um, guilty.” A sweat-soaked Jan escaped Gus’ notice until she spoke.

Ah, now it all makes sense.

Gus mouthed to Jan a promise of retribution.

“It wasn’t on purpose, I swear. I didn’t even mention it. It said sister selfie and that’s it. I didn’t even think about that damn boulder being visible from space.”

Stacy’s voice saddened. “You should have called me the minute he proposed. I’ll forgive you if you give me all the details.”

“Okay, but remember you asked. We were naked and had just—”

“Gross,” Stacy said in her ear while Jan said it to her face.

“You asked.”

“I take it back, no details, then. Even though I found out the way a best friend should never have to, I am happy for you.” She lowered her voice. “And I love the shit out of you for loving my brother. I feel like the old John has come out of hiding, and that’s the only thing that saved you from my wrath.”

“Later, hooker.”

“Later, bitch.”

Gus ended the phone call and took in the scene around her. Jan was munching on the rest of her sugar square—who runs their butt off then eats that crap—John was tucked into his breakfast, and it felt right. Gus grabbed her plate and joined John at the table while Jan headed to the shower.

John was good for her, and good for Jan, no matter what he thought. He didn’t need to be mushy, he was perfect just the way he was.

They finished breakfast in comfortable silence. When they were done, Gus loaded the dishwasher. John ground against her ass when she bent. “God, I want to fuck you right now, just like this.” She stood and turned. John shoved her hand in his pants and groaned. “See what you do to me.”

Gus gave him a squeeze, then dropped to her knees so she could worship his cock like he deserved. Of the many times they’d made love last night, she didn’t get to indulge nearly enough in her new favorite pastime. As he neared completion, he massaged her throat, and his groans went from guttural to downright animalistic. “That’s right, swallow it all,” he chanted as he fucked her mouth and shot cum against her tonsils.

Grinding into her face, he said the words that fed her soul, “Fuck, I love you.” When he pulled from her mouth, he led her up with a hand still lingering on her throat and the other clamped across her mouth.

“That’s my Gussy Girl. You suck a mean dick, Augusta. I don’t want to know how you learned that, I’m just grateful you did.” After staring into her eyes for a few minutes, John let her go and disappeared. Before she had a chance to be stunned, he came down the hall pulling his shirt on as his legs ate up real estate. He kissed her on the forehead and grabbed his keys.

“You. Bedroom, on your knees waiting. I’m going to buy a fucking case of condoms.”

The sound of his car peeling out the driveway brought Rick out of hiding. He pawed at the door and meowed. He’d started doing that every time John left the house. Gus stooped to pet his head. “I know, boy. I miss him, too, but he’ll be right back, I promise. You stay here and wait for him, I have somewhere else I need to be.”

Gus stood and made a beeline for her bedroom. She wanted to be ready when he returned. She opted for a quick shower, then settled in to wait.

From her place at the end of the bed, she watched through lowered lashes as John stalked through the door and then around the bed, looking at her like she was precious. She felt cherished, a state she was unfamiliar with, but with every look, every touch, he was proving they were both much more than their pasts, robbing everything before of its power. The real power lay in the here and now.

“Turn around, shoulders on the bed, hands clasped behind your back, and present me that ass.” She did what she was told, happily. As she got into position, she stole another glance of him, noticing for the first time the tube in his hand. His groan of appreciation and gentle touch to her back allayed any fear she might have had.

The slide of satin on her wrists almost blinded her with anticipation.

She didn’t know when he got naked, just that he had, when the length of his torso molded to her back, arms, and hands. His movement ruffled the tails of satin against the swell of her ass, and it was decadent. One hand tangled in her short locks, drawing her head to the side. His breath at her ear made her shiver.

A shock of cold lube made her jump, but he shushed her with a nip to her lobe. As he rubbed the lube against a place no one had even been, it warmed, and she relaxed. “Are you ready for me to own every…single…inch of you?”

Her voice failed her yet again, so she nodded vigorously. John pushed himself back and loomed behind her.

This has to be the good life.

John had been lying theresince the sun rose, just watching Augusta breathe. He didn’t think of it as mushy or being controlled by a relationship. Instead, he considered it more as appreciating what you have while you have it.

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