Page 36 of Grounds for Love

The morning light is shining in the windows. It must be near six. “Are you feeling sick again?”

“No. I’m hungry. Did you bring any ice cream?”

I sit up in bed and the sheet drops to my waist. Jenni stares and pulls her bottom lip through her teeth. My cock reacts to her perusal and doesn’t care how sick she’s been. But I do, so he’s out of luck. “I did. I brought chocolate chunk and caramel delight.”

Her eyes move from my abs and she squeals. “Ahhh, those are my favorites!”

My brow pops. “For breakfast? Are you sure? Ice cream on an upset stomach might not be the best choice. How about some saltines and ginger ale?”

She scrunches up her nose and shakes her head in distaste. “How about if I eat those unappetizing things and then I get ice cream? It is dairy, after all.”

There’s no way she’ll want the ice cream after being so sick. “Deal. I’ll go get it.”

Jenni jumps off the bed and grabs her Keds. “No problem. I’ll go with you.”

She snapped back quickly and I’m thankful. I hated seeing her so sick and I was helpless to do anything to make her better. A memory from the past threatens to make a comparison, but I refuse to go there. “Are you really feeling, okay?”

Wrapping her arms around my waist, she looks up at me. There’s no green tinge to her skin tone or tiredness in her eyes. “I really am, but I do want to brush my teeth and I bet my hair looks like a flock of seagulls nested in it.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “You, my dear, are beautiful. Even with seagull hair.”

In the galley kitchen, she eats a cracker and drinks a glass of ginger ale and then raids the freezer for the chocolate ice cream. With a spoon in hand, she jumps on the counter and digs in.

She’s adorable and I know for a fact she isn’t wearing any underwear beneath my t-shirt. With one of her thighs in each hand, I widen the space between her legs and settle myself there.

“Want some?” she asks and holds up a spoonful of the chocolate decadence.

I wrap my lips around the spoon and slowly pull away. Her gaze is riveted to my mouth and she licks the little bit of ice cream remaining on the spoon. I moan and close my eyes. I’ve got to stop this, but when I open my eyes, they land on her little pink tongue poking through her teeth and swiping her lips. “Baby, you need to stop doing that.”

She sets the ice cream down and scoots closer, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I don’t want any more. I’d rather have something else…” She kisses the side of my neck just beneath my ear. She knows that spot makes me crazy.

“Oh, yeah? What would that be?”

“You.”

I pull back and lift her chin with my finger, and see nothing of the sickness from last night. Instead I see a woman determined to get in my pants. Or rather shorts. I’m okay with that. “Are you sure you feel all right?”

“I’ll feel even better if you put your cock inside me.”

I rear back at the uncharacteristic dirty language coming from my girl. She shrugs at my stunned gaze. “I guess you’re rubbing off on me. But I’d rather you rub one off on me.”

I blink, trying to make what she said match her innocent tone. It doesn’t and I can’t help but throw my head back and laugh. She squeals when I heft her over my shoulder.

“Wait,” she cries and reaches for the tub of ice cream. “We might need this. Proceed, Captain.”

I swat her naked ass and we barely make it to the cabin. That ice cream is going to look delicious melting on her body.

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