Wrong Side of the Tracks by Ashley Zakrzewski
ChapterThirteen
“When did you become a screamer?” Bubba couldn’t help but ask once he’d regained enough presence of mind to ease his softening dick, and the condom, from Celia. Pregnancy was the last complication either of them needed right now. He shifted her on his chest but didn’t get up to dispose of the condom, not yet.
She turned a becoming shade of pink and didn’t respond for long enough he thought she wasn’t going to.
“About five minutes ago, I think.” She curled her neck and turned toward his chest, as if trying to hide.
He used a single finger under her chin and gentle pressure until she lifted her face and looked at him.
“Don’t hide, sweetheart. It’s hot. I like hearing you scream my name because you just can’t hold back.”
The flush on her cheeks deepened.
“Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure. How about how incredibly sexy it was to have you ride me?”
Her face turned even redder. “Cole!”
“Just like that, sweetheart, but louder.” He dropped a gentle but thorough kiss on her lips before looking down at her again. He loved teasing her but knew they needed to get moving. He wanted to get home, get things unpacked. Get her settled in and as much as he dreaded it, go shopping. She needed clothes and more especially if she was going to stay.
God, he hoped she stayed. But that wasn’t the focus now. Making sure she felt safe and dealing with who had put these marks on her, that was the focus.
“Sweetheart?” He kept his voice soft, hoping she hadn’t fallen asleep.
“Yeah?”
“As much as I enjoy lying here like this with you, I’d like it a whole lot more if we were in my bed. What do you say we get moving, do a little shopping to get you some clothes then head to my place so we can get settled in?”
She took a deep breath then let it out in a rush before moving.
“I don’t want to move, but you’re right. Your bed will be more comfortable. And I’m dying to have some clean clothes that fit. And I need a bra.”
“Clothes I have no argument over, but you’re not putting a bra on over those ribs. Even Deanna agreed on that.”
“Can I at least buy one for when my ribs have healed?”
“If you must, I guess. But I’d really prefer you without one, even then. You don’t need it.”
“I do too, my boobs jiggle without one.”
“I like the way they jiggle.” He grinned at her. “Let’s everyone know they’re real.”
Celia rolled her eyes and picked up the shirt she’d tossed aside earlier. Bubba enjoyed watching, wishing they could stay here and play. But she wanted clothes and he had to admit, she needed something more than hand me down sweats.
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“I’m still not happy you wouldn’t let me pay for my clothes. They are for me, and I have the money. You don’t need to pay for everything.” Celia sat with her arms folded across her chest, glaring at him from across the cab of his truck.
He pulled into his driveway and parked under the carport, killing the engine before he turned back to her.
“I told you. I’m not ready to tip your daddy off that you’re here. Give me another day or so and you can use your cards again. Like I said before, I want you to save your cash, just in case something happens and you feel like you need to leave. I don’t want you to ever feel trapped. Besides, I want to see you in things I bought you.” He smiled as he thought of her in some of the panties he’d watched her drop in the cart when they’d stopped at Target on the way home. Those panties and nothing more. “Come on. Let me show you around.”
Celia huffed but got out of the truck. Bubba grabbed a couple of the bags from the store from the back seat, climbed out and met her at the front door. He let them inside, stepping back so she could go in first.
“I thought you said it would be hot in here,” Celia said as she stood in the middle of his living room and turned to face him.
Bubba frowned. She was right. It was oddly cool, like the air conditioning had been on all along, but the electric bills hadn’t been high enough for that, not for the last two years. He frowned. He’d message Ruger about it later.
“It is cool. Come on.” He tilted his head toward the hall. “Obviously, this is the living room.” He led her down the hall, “Bathroom’s in here,” he motioned to a door on one side of the short hall. “The spare bedroom is in here.” He stepped through the door on the other side of the hall and set the bags on the bed. “I was going to set you up in here. You’re welcome to this room if you want, or if you want to share mine, you’re welcome to do that too.” With his hands now empty, he did what he’d been wanting to do since they arrived at Target. He swept her into his arms, wrapping them snug around her but being careful not to hurt her ribs or any other part of her then lowered his mouth to cover hers in a soul searing kiss.