Page 74 of The True Garza
I don’t want to share you.“Nothing. I was just waiting for my brain cells to reorganize themselves. You fucked them to shambles.”
He runs warm water on a washrag, then prods me to spread my legs. “You lie well.” Then proceeds to clean me up, musing, “So pretty, this pussy.”
I’ll need to take a nice, long look at my vagina to see if I can see what the hell it is thathesees when he looks at it. It’s mine, sure, but I don’t get what’s so pretty about it.
“Why don’t you have a bed frame?” I ask him.
“’Cause I’ve never been able to sleep on one.”
“What do you mean? You slept on mine in Denver?”
“I didn’t. I just waited for you to fall asleep then slept on the floor.”
And since he was always up before me in the mornings or already gone, I wouldn’t have seen. “Wasn’t that uncomfortable?”
“Not for me.” He shrugs. “I’m just wired different. I’m more comfortable on a thick blanket or a mattress on the floor.”
When he’s done with his ministrations, he tilts my chin up and kisses me. Soft and quiet. “There’s a complete bed in the guestroom. You can sleep there.”
“You’re not taking me home?”
“Thought you wanted to stay…?”
I do. “The guestroom… Is that where all your women sleep?”
He shrugs.
“Then I’m on the floor with you.”
A small smile tug at his lips, and I have no idea what it’s about.
We return to the bedroom, and he switches off the lights. The room is bathed in darkness for only a second before a kaleidoscope of shifting colors on the ceiling and walls bursts through the darkness. Only then do I notice the projector on a small table in the far corner of the room.
True looks down at me. “Still want to sleep in here?”
A strange man, indeed.
Tipping up on my toes, I loop my arms around his neck and kiss him. In turn, he locks his arms around me and pulls me flush against him, reciprocating, his cock hardening against my belly.
After we part, I again ask, “What’s it like inside your head?”
“Right now, it’s still all you.”
I hope it never stops being all me.
We lower to the mattress and slip under the covers. And I rest my head on his chest, watching the lights dance on the walls.
But he’s Mateo, so before I can doze off, his hand is between my thighs, his fingers playing with my pussy.
“London.”
“Yeah?” I answer on a breathy gasp.
“No more jeans around me, okay?”
I’m too close to falling off a cliff to do anything else but acquiesce. “Okay.”
“This pretty pussy is mine to pet whenever I feel like it. No hindrances.”
