Page 72 of The Crowned Garza
Me:I wish. Vajajay is depressed from all the dicking it didn’t get.
Sunny:Then why the hell aren’t we working out? Exercise is an excellent cure for vaginal depression.
Me:This morning’s ‘exercise’ will be me working on getting him to fuck me.
Sunny:He sounds like a massive cunt tease. But good luck getting that D. Burn some calories!
I roll out of bed and shuffle off to the bathroom to shower. The lack of an en suite bathroom is the only thing I hate about this loft. Getting to the bathroom from the bedroom is an entire trip.
Guy is absent from the main area, but Indy’s door is open, so I figure he’s in there.
After freshening up, I don a crop top and shorts from my overnight bag then head back out. I’m pouring myself some coffee when Saint emerges from Indy’s room cuddling her. He’s petting her all over and she’s…lovingit.
Brows raised, I ask, “When didthathappen?”
“She’s in rare form today.” He scratches her fur. “You’re being such a good girl for me today, aren’t you?”
“Eh, I’m not buying it.” I sip my coffee. “I think she’s just jealous I slept over and wants to mark her territory.”
Indy lifts her head and squints her mismatched eyes at me, as if she wants to claw me for calling her out.
“Keep glaring,” I tell her. “You know what you’re doing.”
As if to show off that she’s the one who’s winning right now, her little pink tongue darts out and licks his fingers, arching her neck and turning her head this way and that for him to pet her. When she’s through marking her territory, she leaps out of his arms and bounds up onto an armchair, curling up and watching us like a hawk.
“Looks like I’ve got competition.”
Saint rounds the peninsula to me and pinches my chin, dropping a chaste kiss to my lips. “Buongiorno, bella.”
Mood check: Warm. Doesn’t seem regretful or eager to get rid of me yet.
“It’s not a good morning for me yet.” I lean my hip against the counter. “But I’ve got an idea of howgoodit could be…”
A warm shiver flows through me when he dusts the tips of his fingers across my bare midriff. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“You know what I want,” I breathe out.
He pinches my chin again then lifts me up and seats me on top of the counter. “Drink your coffee and relax.”
Before I can lock my legs around him and hold him hostage, he steps away to the fridge. But his semi doesn’t go unnoticed as he begins gathering ingredients.
His self-control should be commended.
As I take a sip of coffee, I loudly hum the tune to“I Can’t Get No Satisfaction,”kicking my feet out and wiggling my toes.
Saint doesn’t take the bait. He ignores me and goes about preparing breakfast.
Indy pads into the kitchen some minutes later and rubs up against his legs, walking through and around them as he moves about. Throwing herself at him like a hussy. Shameless.
Every now and again, he crouches down and pets her, asking her why she’s being so nice today. And each time she looks up at me with a whiskery smirk, as if she’s keeping score.
I poke Saint’s side with my toe. “If I am a good girl for you today, will you pet me, too?” When he casts me a long-suffering glance, I mouth, “With your cock.”
As ifI’mthe incorrigible one here, he shakes his head and goes back to giving Indy all the love.
I don’t get him. It should be illegal to have a cock that magnificent and deprive a willing participant of experiencing it.
A travesty.
