Page 60 of Gotta Dig Deep
She always wanted to remember the reverent way he touched her breasts, her throat, the curve of her jaw when he angled her head for another kiss, his lips tasting strongly of her. The kiss was deep and long, stealing her breath again as he rolled his hips against her belly. His hot erection prodded insistently, and she moaned into his mouth. “Please.”
Her plea shifted something inside him, and Glenna was instantly bereft when he left her for a moment. That was followed by a belly-shaking thrill as she got to watch him roll a condom down his thick, veined cock.
Our first time.
Everything about this moment was precious and special. This was Glenna taking back her life, after a years-long hiatus. Not forgetting Penn, God no. He’d always be part of her. No, accepting Horse into her bed—demanding his presence there—was a moment of healing as much as it was shared passion.
He seemed to understand this without words, because the only sounds in the house were ones from them. His hard and strong body moving above her, while every stroke pulled a cry from deep inside her. Gravely tones rolled from his chest as he curled himself around her when she climaxed a second time, keeping her safe while she flew high and slowly settled back to earth. Then came the welcome slapping sounds as he railed into her, chasing his own orgasm, her heels pushed hard against the mattress as she met him stroke for stroke.
She cherished his choked groan when he came, the sound of her name repeated over and over as he gathered her against him. Glenna couldn’t stop the tiny whimper when he slipped out of her and he shushed her, lips against the side of her head. He dealt with the condom, then held her as if she were the most precious thing as he drifted off to sleep with his mouth touching hers, and she wasn’t far behind him.
A scratching at the door woke them early the next morning, Horse rolling away from her and stalking towards the noise, ass in the wind. Not that she was going to complain, because it gave her a very nice view.
Shamu burst through the door, head down, a growl for Horse as he circled the end of the bed, first one way then the other. He barked at Glenna, then bared his teeth at Horse.
“I don’t think he liked being locked out.” She held her hand towards the dog, and he came closer on stilted legs, every muscle tense.
“Well, I didn’t want him watchin’ me lovin’ on his momma.” Horse picked a shirt off the floor and shoved it over his head, stepping into his boxers next. “He’ll get over himself.”
Glenna’s hand swept over the dog’s head to his back, but he remained focused on the man still in the room. “Will he have a chance to get used to it?” Maybe it was needy, asking like that, but she wanted to know where they were.
“Fuck yeah, he’s gonnahaveto get used to it. I plan on doing that again. Soon, and often. I’m done denying us this, Glenna. So fuckin’ done.” Horse planted one fist next to her hip, the other hand cradling the back of her neck as he swooped in for a hard and fast kiss.
Shamu’s growl kicked up in volume, not trailing off until Horse had moved to the doorway.
“Then he’ll get used to it,” Glenna promised Horse, her gaze fixed on his face. “We’ll have to give him ample opportunity, though. So keep that in mind.”
“Like the way you think, woman.” Horse grinned broadly at her. “I’m gonna get the coffee makin’, and see what’s shakin’ in info land. You hang out here long as you want. We’re in no rush this mornin’.”
“No rush,” she agreed with him and watched him walk out of the room. Shamu went to the door and nosed it closed, hitting it with his shoulder so it latched. She laughed at the dog, then flopped back to the bed, fingers trailing along her kiss-swollen lips. “Shammy, I think he really likes me.”
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Horse
Taking his phone from his pocket, he shot off a quick text to Retro and Blackie, then worked on getting a pot of coffee brewing.
He hadn’t intended to sleep with Glenna. Not yet at least. Not until after their business was settled. But the second time she’d cried out softly into the dark and then stood in front of his door without knocking, there was no turning back for him. Even if the timing didn’t match what he’d had in his head, being with her had met every dream and fantasy he’d had about her. And he’d had a lot. He’d jerked off more in the past week than in previous years.
Having her under him was exquisite. She was responsive and generous with her reactions, something he loved. Seeing her engrossed in passion had been a huge turn-on, knowing he was the one taking her there. Then she’d reacted exactly as he’d dreamed, accepting him into her body willingly, eagerly.
Horse shoved at his persistent semi with the heel of one hand, silently groaning at the contact. “Down boy,” he muttered, just as his phone buzzed on the countertop.
“Nothing new. Just catching at smoke.” He read Retro’s return text aloud, then flipped to Blackie’s to find a similar message. “Shit. I doubt the assholes have just gone away, but if there’s nothing, then there’s nothing.” He responded to them quickly, then reminded both to let him know if anything changed. Needlessly, he knew, but it made him feel at least a little more proactive.
The coffeemaker finished burbling and he made two mugs, doctoring one of them the way Glenna preferred.
He was surprised by the closed door, but a quick knock got a laughing permission to enter.
Shamu met him with another growl and lifted lip and Horse squatted down, fearlessly putting his face near the dog. “Gonna have to get over it, big boy.” Shamu looked over his shoulder at Glenna who was still laughing softly, then back to Horse. He growled, then darted forward and licked a stripe up Horse’s jaw. “Okay, I get it. We’re still friends, but you’re upset at me. I can work with that.” He stood and offered Glenna her mug. “As dogs go, he’s a good one.”
“He’ll come around again. Hopefully sooner than he did the first time.” She accepted the mug and sipped at it. “You always get it exactly right.”
“I pay attention,” he said, and shrugged. “I want to make you happy.”
“You do,” she said shyly. “I don’t understand why you’d pick me, but I’ll take it.”
“Oh, let me see.” Coffee balanced in one hand, he climbed into bed gingerly, placing his back against the headboard while she shifted around to snuggle close to his side. “You’re gorgeous, funny, kind, intelligent, loyal—”
