7
ANTONIO
She sighs as I pull her from the shower, her hands going to cover herself.
“I licked my fingers clean, angel. I know what you taste like. You don’t have to be shy.” I wrap her in a fluffy white towel.
“I’m not shy.” She kicks her chin up.
“Right.” I give her a sly grin as I towel myself dry, my cock pressing against the wet fabric of my boxer briefs and aching to be touched.
Her eyes go right to it, then she looks away quickly.
“You can look all you want, angel. This belongs to you.” I reach inside the waistband and grip myself, grunting at the pressure. But I don’t stroke it. I’m not going to do a damn thing until she says she wants it. I want her begging me to fuck her, to come in her pretty pussy. Fuck, the thought of it makes my blood boil hotter than ever.
She turns and looks around at the bathroom and bedroom. “If I play my cards right, pretty soon, all this will be mine.”
I stride up behind her and drop a kiss on her shoulder. “It already is.”
She gasps.
“What?”
“I thought I just saw a–I did!” She rushes into the bedroom, then drops to her knees beside the bed.
I didn’t think I’d get this sort of treatment on our first night, but I’m not complaining. “You want to su–”
“There’s a cat!” she squeals. “Oh, sorry.” Her voice quiets. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I look down at my cock and shake my head. “No relief tonight,” I murmur and strip them away, then grab a fresh pair, pulling them on and tucking myself inside as best I can. “That’s Diablo. He’s a stray that decided this was his house, despite me kicking him out of here plenty of times.”
I drop beside Angelica and hold out my hand.
He eases out and presses his scarred nose and puffy cheek against my hand. “Hey, boy.”
“He loves you.” She smiles as Diablo sniffs her, then moves closer and sits, ready for petting.
“He’s a bulldozer. He just keeps rolling over you until you agree to his terms.”
“He’s smart.” She scratches his chubby cheeks then the top of his head. “He saw a good home and took it.”
“He’s definitely spoiled. The guys slip him extra canned food when I’m not around, and Gilly buys him a new toy every chance he gets.” I lean down and pluck a giant catnip-stuffed fuzzy carrot from under the bed. “Like this.”
“I always wanted a cat. My mom hates animals, though, so she wouldn’t let me have one.”
Diablo flops over on his side and shows her his tummy.
I can’t hide my surprise. “It took him over a year to let me pet his stomach.”
She reaches out slowly, then rubs her fingertips along his big tummy, or as the guys call it, his “pussy pouch.” It hangs down when he walks, almost touching the floor.
He lets out a rusty purr and stretches as she pets him.
“She’s my wife, Diablo. Not yours.” I scratch under his chin. “You’re laying it on way too thick.”
His tail twitches, and he finally gets to his feet and trots away toward the door.
“You scared him off.” She sits back, her towel riding up to her hips.