Page 75 of The Right Garza

I implode with my screams stifled into the curve of his neck, shuddering around him, arms tight around his neck.

It’s nevernotwildly intense with him. The orgasms I experience with him always ride in on wings of indescribable emotions. So much that I bothloveand resent having them. They deposit tiny bits ofthingsin me each time. Things that grow, rapidly. Things that make me want to cry when I look at him sometimes. Things that make me miss him even when he’s beside me. Things that make me ache when we have to part. Things that cause thoughts of him to dwell in my head twenty-four-seven, rent-free.

“Lexi…” He whispers my name on a strangled breath as he spills inside me, his body rigid, his groans reverberating.

And I wonder if it’s our bareback romping that’s been making things so emotional for me.

A few weeks ago, after providing me his medical results to assure me he was clean, he’d asked me to get on the pill so we could ditch the condoms. He hadn’t asked for check-up results of my own, I’m guessing because he already has whatever information he needed in a folder somewhere titled ‘Alexa Flores’.

His mouth finds mine, and we kiss until there’s no oxygen left to go on. I whine in protest when he pulls out and lifts me up, putting me to sit on the coping.

“Now I’m gonna have to drain the pool again,” I grumble.

“Haven’t you heard?” He flops back into the water and proceeds to do lazy backward strokes. “My sperm is like holy water.”

I roll my eyes.

“You can baptize people in this pool now, Hellcat. Their lives will be changed forever.”

That makes me giggle. Ridiculous man. “For the worse, you demon.”

He swims around for a bit while I watch, before relaxing in a back float. “Is that the new logo you added to the floor of the pool?”

“Yep. And I had the coping re-tiled as well to fit the new colors,” I say, proud of my work. “A videographer is coming in tomorrow to do some aerial shots. It’s gonna look so good from that angle.”

“Gotta say, you handled this better than I thought you would.”

I paddle my feet in the water. “You were expecting me to muck it up, huh?”

He swims up to me and rest his chin my thigh. “I’m proud of you.”

I want to melt under his praise. “Nothing to be proud of. I either had to get it right or be indebted to you forever. And you know me, I’m terrible at losing.”

The truth is,I’mproud of myself. It was a monumental task, but I did it with minimal screw-ups.

“Everything should be wrapped up by the middle of next week,” I tell him. “Then I want you and True to do a walk-through.”

He hoists himself out of the pool, then picks up my soaked robe and holds it up for me. I climb to my feet and shove my arms into the robe, and he spins me around to tie the strings.

And then I squeal, because once again I’m scooped in his arms without warning.

“Shower time.” He takes long strides back to the house. “Gonna eat you good and proper, Hellcat.”

I press my face to his chest and groan with both excitement and anxiety.

I should’ve known the second he showed up that I’d be in for a long night. Trenton Garza doesn’t do knockouts. He fights with prolonged endurance to the very last round, never tapping out.

And my greedy little vagina loves it.

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We wastedwaytoo much water in the shower. And I will need to apologize to Maggie tomorrow for all the, um, noise. We tried to be quiet, but there’s no such thing at the height of intense, earth-shattering pleasure.

Once we finally leave the shower, Trent heads downstairs to finish making my hot cocoa. The incorrigible bastard owed me that much.

I’m sitting on the bed-end bench, moisturizing my skin, when my phone chirps from the nightstand with a text notification. I amble over to get it and am surprised to see it’s from Ellie. I haven’t heard from her since I left Vegas.

Ellie: Hey, girl! How ya doing?