Johnny stared down at me.

“Don’t worry,” I told him. “I gave her back after she’d recovered. Said she got stuck in my garage. Her baby had her belly shaved and she probably figured it out but she never said anything. For her, free neutering. For me, I didn’t want to shoot her with BBs every time I saw her load a box full of kittens in her car.”

He kept staring down at me.

I kept blabbing.

“You know, it was better when you were being sweet and I could just think about how much I liked it that you don’t mind changing diapers. So can we have a nice morning, and to have that, can I ask that you stop annoying me?”

“Changing diapers?” he queried.

“Men don’t get it. If they knew how much women liked it when they took care of babies, the moms wouldn’t get anywhere near their child.”

His lips hitched. “You liked it when I changed Brooks’s diapers?”

I shrugged.

His hand still in my panties moved from my behind to my hip.

“What else did you like?” he murmured, his voice having changed entirely.

But I was still annoyed.

“I liked it that you didn’t let Addie give you any shit.”

“She’s fun,” he said.

“She’s a smart aleck.”

His hand shifted to my hipbone and my attention on our conversation stuttered.

He dipped his head closer and asked “What else did you like?”

I tried to stay focused at the same time wondering where his hand was going to go next.

“I . . . I, uh . . . like it that you’re easy to cook with.”

“Yeah?” he murmured, his eyes dropping to my mouth and his hand sliding even farther.

“Yeah,” I whispered, my eyes also dropping to his mouth.

Seriously, I really loved his beard.

And his lips.

“What else you like, baby?” I watched his lips whisper back, his fingers skating across the curls between my legs.

“Um . . .” I mumbled.

“Hmm?” he hummed against my lips and then his fingers slid over my clit and my hips jerked. “You like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He repeated the gesture and my hand at his chest slid up to hold on to his neck as I pressed into him.

“How much?” he asked.

“A lot.”

He stroked me between my legs, barely grazing my clit and I started panting.

“Does your man always gotta ask you to kiss him when he’s wanting a kiss or are you gonna learn to get with the program?” he inquired.

“I’m gonna learn to get with the program,” I whispered but was so entranced with him, I made no move.

“Then give me that mouth, Izzy,” he demanded.

I kissed him.

He pulled me closer, giving his hand more room to move and his fingers scored firm against my clit before he bent into me so he could glide one inside.

I whimpered into his mouth.

He separated his mouth from mine and slid his finger out.

“Get inside,” he growled. “And get naked.”

“’Kay,” I pushed out.

He let me go.

I turned immediately and moved on jellied legs into his house.

Johnny followed me.

Ranger came with us.

But I had no mind to Ranger.

I went to my side of the bed and tore his T-shirt from me.

And I watched in turned-on confusion as he went to his side of the bed and pulled his sweats down.

I watched his hard cock spring free and it felt like it took ten years to yank my panties down my legs.

He bent to the bed, shoved the pillows against the headboard and climbed in.

I watched.

He settled with his back to the headboard, one leg straight, one leg cocked but falling to the side and then . . .

Then . . .

Then he started lazily stroking his cock and his eyes locked on me.

“What you gonna do to me, Izzy?”

Oh my God.

Ohmigod!

If I was completely in control of my limbs, which I absolutely was not, I would have scrambled in bed and taken that beautiful cock in my mouth so fast, I’d be a blur.

Instead, I was shaking with anticipation so it was deliberately, my gaze to him, that I put hands then knees to the bed and crawled his way.

He watched me do this and I got his sexy noise, this one lower, rougher, the one that carved through me, leaving me open, exposed, wanting, needing.

I positioned between his legs and stopped.

His eyes burning black fire, I was again mesmerized by Johnny.

But I didn’t miss him stop stroking his cock so he could cup his balls, use his other hand to angle his cock from his stomach and offer it to me.

Oh . . . my . . . God.

“You gonna stare at it, beautiful, or are you gonna suck it?” Johnny asked gruffly.

My attention went from his shaft on offer to his face.

For a second.

Then I moved in, put a hand to his chest, trailing it down as I dropped my head, kneeling in front of him, positioning to worship his cock.

My closed lips touched the tip, I let it spread them then I drew him deep.

Johnny hissed out a breath.

I drew him out and sucked him back in.

I found his nipple with my thumb, rubbed it, felt it tighten under my touch, but my focus was what my mouth was doing, how far I could take him, how hard I could suck, how fast I could go.

His hand was in my hair pulling it back and I felt him take it, like it, become agitated and tense under my movements.

I gave him a break, laved him, stroked him with my free hand while I gently licked the tip.

Then I went back in, sucking hard, moving fast.

I felt him begin to strain around me, his big body getting tighter. Tighter.

Tighter.

Then it broke him and he started thrusting and I liked it so very much that I didn’t put my fingers between my legs the way I needed to because I didn’t want to miss anything.

I sensed him squeezing his balls and instinctively I knew.

I released him, surged up and put my forehead to his, curling my hand around his cock and jacking him tight.

His gaze glued to mine, his breath harsh, he wrapped his hand around mine and guided the way, loosening at the bottom but going in hard and tight at the top.

My mouth open, my breaths coming fast and shallow, I covered his hand at his balls.

“Squeeze,” he grunted.

Gently I squeezed his hand over his balls.

“Fuck yeah,” he bit off, his eyes closing. They opened and they were on fire. “With both, baby.”

I squeezed with both.

“Don’t miss it, Iz,” he warned.

Leaving my forehead on his, I tipped my head down and watched the both of us working him, his hips restless, half thrusting, half writhing.

His hand on his shaft tightened tight, his other hand shifted so it was on the outside and I was cupping his balls skin to skin.

“God, beautiful,” I breathed reverently, my hips mimicking his, my wet so wet, it was dripping down the inside of one thigh.

“Fuck,” he ground out. “Fuck,” he groaned.

And then he blew.

His powerful body strung tight and his cum jetted up his chest. His hands manipulating mine in a rough, tight, fierce way I’d never begin to touch him, it seemed he forced the cum out of his cock, squeezed it from his balls, and I whimpered and whinnied through my panting at the splendor of it.

“You’re . . . just . . . beautiful,” I breathed.

I barely got that out when my hands were pulled away and Johnny slid under me, taking me off my knees.

I landed on him and he pulled me through his cum as he hauled me up his chest. When he could, he grasped my hips and yanked me higher.