Page 25 of Dario

Pinning her against the shower wall, my cock releases pre-cum onto her belly as her hands work me over. "I'm going to come if you keep doing that," I warn. Goosebumps race across my skin.

Without warning, Gemma drops to her knees. The water removes the scented gel and then I feel her hot little mouth wrap around the swollen head of my cock. The suction in her mouth is so strong it makes my legs shake.

Fingernails dig into my ass as she loosens her throat and takes all of me, her nose brushing against my pelvis. I grab the shower wall for support as waves of pleasure wash over me.

Gemma's expert mouth works its magic, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy. "I'm going to come." Shards of pleasure shoot from my balls, along my cock and into her mouth.

Gemma's fingers manipulate my balls and the sensitive area just below them as she sucks and swallows. My eyes cross as she gives me a final suck.

"Fuck me," I hiss, dropping to my butt. Gemma giggles, "Did I do that right?"

I let out a laugh. "Honey, I've lost all feeling in my legs."

Crawling into my lap, Gemma curls up against me. I wrap one hand around her back to hold her close and cradle the backof her head with the other. "As soon as I catch my breath, I'll return the favor."

"No." She shakes her head, one hand cupping my cheek. "This is about you. I want to take care of you. Look after the injuries from last night."

"I think I need to go back to bed after that blow job."

Snorting, Gemma wraps a hand around my dick. "I say all this sweet stuff and you tell me you need a nap."

"Babe, I didn't say anything about a nap. After all that sweet stuff, I want to show you how much your words have affected me." I pull her close and kiss her trembling lips. "How about you help me clean up and then I'll make you breakfast? I'll show you my moves later."

Gemma smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I can't wait to see what moves you have." With a playful wink, she grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet.

During breakfast Gemmatold me about the text conversations during the game. I hated that I hadn’t been there with her.

Now everything has been tided away, Gemma sits in the big chair with me while Madden and Bradford shoot the shit on the sofa.

I didn't have to cook breakfast, or should I say burn toast, because Bradford had gone out and gotten breakfast for everyone.

Until I had Gemma in my arms, I don't think I'd ever felt satisfied. I'm not even sure I knew what those words meant before Gemma. Resting my chin on Gemma's head, I feel like I’min a very good place. Of course, it would be better if she didn't have a crazy person after her.

Dodge suddenly enters the apartment with a tense expression on his face. Two detectives follow him.

Gemma sits up on my lap, but I keep my arms around her. I don't want her to go anywhere.

Unable to decide what's going on with Dodge, I turn to the two strangers.

Their badges come out as both Madden and Bradford move to sit in the breakfast nook.

"Detectives Tyler and West," Tyler says.

I wave them over to the sofa where we go over the events of the night before as they focus on Gemma. She moves closer.

"Gemma, we understand this is difficult for you, but can you think of anyone from your past who might hold a grudge? Even something small that might not have fully registered. An old friend. A boyfriend."

I was about to ask if it hadn't registered with Gemma; how could she remember? The grip on my hand stops me. The way she grabs my hand is sudden and unexpected. Dodge notices and steps forward. Both detectives are sitting on the edge of the chair.

"I don't know if this is anything, but I had a best friend when I was growing up. Theresa Malcolm." Gemma glances in my direction.

I smile in encouragement. "It's okay. You're safe here."

Taking a deep breath, Gemma faces the police. "When we were sixteen, Theresa got pregnant. She told me she'd been raped and begged me to help her get an abortion." She swallows hard.

"I didn't know what to do. At first, I told her to tell the police. She didn't want to. She said she was afraid. Finally, I agreed to help her. That included paying for the procedure. I did it on thecondition that she talk to a counselor they had at the clinic. She did, and she went through with it anyway. We didn't talk about it for two years."

Gemma becomes quiet and looks at me with sad eyes.