CH 49 - Gina and Edward's renewed relationship

A few hours later, Edward finally dragged himself out of sleep, still wiped from his marathon with Melanie. Normally, he could keep up with just about anyone—even those wild, souped-up Neo-Nordic women with their insatiable appetites. But Melanie? She was something else. Honestly, it felt like she’d spent her whole life training just to wear men out. Maybe she had a PhD in, uh, lower body management or something. His head was still fuzzy from the night before, but damn, there it was again—a slow burn of pleasure settling in his gut. Part of him almost expected to crack open his eyes and catch Melanie already back at it, going down on him like she owned the place.

AJ couldn’t help thinking, damn, this girl just doesn’t quit. Like, is her libido broken or something? Total energizer bunny. But plot twist—Edward’s jaw almost hit the floor. It wasn’t Melanie tangled up down there—it was Gina. Yup, the OG. Mother of Elias and Eliam, the woman who’d basically written the manual on his wild side. And she? Oh, she was clearly still daydreaming about that wild ride on Vorin’s airship. No joke, it was like every pent-up desire from years of playing it safe just detonated all at once. She couldn’t shake those memories of him just taking control—honestly, who could blame her?

Her moans? Girl was practically giving a concert for the whole blimp. Vorin had to shut her up by kissing her silly and playing with her chest, but let’s be real, she was pretty much putty in their hands. The way she let go—spectacular, honestly. Like, that woman could teach a masterclass in waterfalls. She just kept going and going, yelling and writhing while Edward and Vorin took turns giving her the business. And after all that, she just couldn’t stop thinking about it—so obviously, she was gonna get back in Edward’s bed ASAP. It reminded her of the old days, back when she busted out of Neo Dixie and got her first taste of real freedom. Thanks to her mom Donna and that MAMMO-GEN+ gene (side effect of the Doll-2 retrovirus, because of course), she’d always had a little extra…capacity.

“Morning, Eddie, honey!” Gina practically bounces, grinning like she just won the lottery. “Did ya miss me or what?”
Edward just rolls his eyes, but you can tell he’s amused. “So we’re doing this again? Seriously? You’re back in my bed. Care to explain your latest ninja move?”

She gasps, all dramatic, clutching her chest like she’s gunning for a daytime Emmy. “Wow, cold, Ed. Not even a tiny bit of pining? I’m wounded, truly.”

AJ just snickers, yanking her closer. He mutters, “Miss you, huh? I’ll make damn sure you remember just how much.”
And then—bam—he kisses her like the world might end in five minutes. His hands are all over her, no shyness, just pure hunger, like he’s memorizing every line of her body. She’s got this pull, you know? And he’s falling straight into it, lost and loving every second, like it’s both hello and goodbye at the same time. So, Edward and Gina—yeah, they’re way past the talking stage. It’s all hunger and heat, the kind of electricity you feel when you’ve been waiting way too long. Edward’s got that glint in his eye, the kind that says, “Trust me, I’ve got plans.” He gently coaxes Gina lower, not shy about what he wants (subtlety’s overrated anyway). She dives in, eager and hungry, making every second count, her moans practically humming through the air. It’s not just routine, either—she’s got skills, and she knows exactly which buttons to press.
But then, suddenly, Edward calls for a time-out right at the brink. He’s not prepared for the credits to start rolling—no way, he craves more. He wants to truly experience her, to plunge back into that intensity, not merely graze the surface. And just when things are on the verge of becoming exhilarating again, his thoughts dart back to that old train journey—Atlanta to Cincinnati, with Gina escaping the chaos in the South, both of them slightly fractured, slightly yearning. Back in those days, she was aching for connection, for something genuine and unfiltered. Funny how passion and memory tangle up like that, right?

“Lie down,” AJ muttered, voice thick with anticipation. He leaned in—couldn’t help it—and kissed her like he’d die if he didn’t. The kind of kiss that’s half desperation, half worship. And honestly? He just didn’t want to let her go, not even for a second. Time had done nothing but add to her charm; she wore her years like a queen wears jewels.

He eased himself in, slow at first, taking his time, but Gina, ever the instigator, tossed in a little exaggerated whimper. That’s all it took. Suddenly, he was picking up the pace, the world around them melting away. His hands roamed, mapping the curves and dips of her body—hips wide and strong, shaped by the life she’d carried. He was rock hard, zero signs of flagging. Not tonight. Not with her.

“Whoa, chill out, sweetheart—I’m not going anywhere,” Gina cracks up, watching AJ practically devour her with his eyes.

AJ just shrugs, grinning sheepishly. “My bad, it’s been a minute. And, uh, I literally had sex last night, so I should not be this worked up. But damn, you do something to me. Worse than Angel. Worse than Ms. BusyBody, even.”

It’s not like they slow down after that, either. Honestly, with the way things are going, no one’s making it to round twelve. Something’s gotta break. Doesn’t take long before Gina’s legs are shaking, squirting all over the place, and AJ loses it too, finishing deep inside her—like he can’t help himself. He holds her close as he finishes, biting down gently on her neck. He then falls on his back. to recover.

“Vieregg’s literally screwing Zoey as we speak,” Gina blurted out, zero filter. “Figured you deserved the update.”

AJ just cackled. “Wow, subtlety is dead, huh? Thanks for the newsflash, babe. Honestly, I’d never have guessed—these walls are soundproof as hell. Kinda wild, though, right? Guy acts like my sons are radioactive, but my daughters? Suddenly, he’s all in.”

Gina just shrugged. “Can you even blame him? I mean, look at her. She basically hit the genetic jackpot. Girl’s grown up real nice.”

AJ and Gina, being the nosy duo they are, start tiptoeing down the hallway, all wide-eyed and grinning. As they get closer, the sounds get, well, a bit NSFW. Moans, some heavy breathing—yeah, you get the picture. They sneak a peek inside and, surprise surprise, Vieregg and Zoey are going at it like they’re auditioning for some steamy rom-com. Zoey’s basically dripping sweat onto Povel, who’s just lying there, probably wondering what he did to deserve this workout. She’s been on top, really going for gold—no chill at all.

Then, Zoey glances over, spots AJ and Gina hovering at the door like proud family members at a school play. AJ flashes this ridiculous grin, all “that’s my girl,” and Gina’s just as smug. Neither of them even thinks about interrupting. Vieregg? He’s in his own world, laser-focused on Zoey and nothing else.

AJ and Gina figure they’ve seen enough National Geographic for one day, so they wander off, catching some other voices nearby. Curiosity’s a heck of a drug, so they poke their heads into another room. And what do you know—Elias and Eliam are in there, busy making out with Embla and Idun. This place is straight-up wild.

"Wait, when did they get here?" AJ asked. " A lot happened while I was sleeping."

" They have been going at it since last night," Gina said. " At least they aired out the room."

"And where is that busybody sister of yours?" AJ inquired. " If you and Zoey are here, then she cannot be that far behind."

" She's making food for Zoey and Vieregg after they are done with their little love session," Gina said playfully.

" And she didn't find the time to make me a meal?" AJ pouted. " I mean, what is this level of disrespect?"

" Oh, don't pout, you big baby," Gina said, teasing him. " I will fix something nice and delicious to eat before you head to work."

Gina fixes him a good southern breakfast: steak and eggs, grits, oatmeal, sausage, bacon, yogurt, and a Belgian waffle. As she joins her sister Lisa in the kitchen to make breakfast for AJ, he takes a nice shower before joining them.

Gina waggled her eyebrows, grinning like she was about to start some trouble. “So, you ready for your royal feast, my precious brother-in-law?”

Lisa slid in next to her, voice all syrupy and fake-innocent. “Should we pencil in a belly rub for dessert, or is that too much pampering for one evening?”

AJ let out this dramatic groan and slumped back in his chair. “Ugh, will you two ever learn to chill? Give me a break, seriously.”

Lisa perked up, all sly. “Hey, by the way, rumor has it you hired some kind of office superstar. Don’t play coy, I want details.”

AJ shot her the side-eye. “How on earth do you even know about that? You don’t even work there, Lisa.”

Gina did a little jazz-hands thing. “Oh, please. Elias, Eliam, and Zoey spill more tea than a broken kettle.”

Lisa leaned in, lowering her voice for effect. “Plus, Claire and Nora? Not fans. Apparently, your new hire has a bit of that ‘queen bee’ energy. Honestly, it’s kind of off-putting.”

AJ rolled his eyes, smirking. “Wow, judgment much? She’s not so bad, y’know. We’ve gotten kinda close lately. Control freak, sure, but she’s also Monique’s sister, so… the scheming gene is strong with this one. Still, she’s weirdly interested in Charlotte, of all people.”

Gina nearly choked on her water. “Wait—Charlotte? The same Charlotte who keeps Monique in check? Oh, that’s a disaster waiting to happen. Are you at least keeping an eye on her?”

AJ shrugged, playing it cool. “Honestly, Charlotte’s a powerhouse. The place would fall apart without her, and her team is tight. I’m not worried.”

Gina gave him that look—half skeptical, half I-told-you-so. “I don’t know, man. Monique’s the type to play chess when everyone else is stuck on checkers. Even with a leash, she’ll find a way to wriggle free and mess with Charlotte’s game.”

AJ raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “So what, you think Melanie’s gonna join forces to take Charlotte down? Nah. She seemed pumped to work with her.”

Gina snorted. “Oh, Edward, you sweet summer child. That woman needs a security camera on her at all times. Mark my words. Charlotte? The girl needs a GoPro glued to her forehead, the way she stirs up trouble. I’m telling you, she parades around like Queen of the Dungeon, but deep down? She’s got ‘push me over the edge’ written all over her. Monique’s gonna sniff that out and have her on a leash before you can say ‘safe word.’ Charlotte’s too clever to go down alone, though—she’ll drag someone else into her schemes. Probably try to set some trap worthy of a telenovela. And you can bet she’ll come for revenge, but Monique? She’s already playing chess while Charlotte’s still learning checkers. It’s just a matter of time before Charlotte’s the one getting schooled.”

Lisa smirked, twirling a strand of hair. “Look, I haven’t known Charlotte long, but she’s got pride for days. She’d rather eat glass than admit she needs backup. Technically, she’s supposed to be my nemesis, right? But honestly, no hard feelings from me. Gina and I? We’d have a field day with her. She was made to be dominated. Mark my words, she’ll be a legendary bottom before she ever figures out how to run the show.”

Honestly, I’m just gonna toss this whole disaster into Zoey’s lap and let her juggle the flaming torches. I’m not about to play warden for Monique and her sister—my patience isn’t that deep. If you’re right about them being trouble, hey, take your sweet time unraveling their drama. Trust me, Zoey’s gonna rope you into her wild little games anyway. I’m officially washing my hands of that sneaky little traitor. Let the chaos commence.

Lisa’s eyes lit up, like she’d just found out her favorite band was back together. “Finally! Been waiting to put that fake domme in her place. She really needs to remember who she is—preferably with my help,” she said, practically rubbing her hands together.

AJ just raised an eyebrow, smirking. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were a little too eager to take her down a peg.”

Cue Vieregg, stumbling in like he’d lost a fight with his alarm clock. “Mornin’,” he grumbled, voice all gravel.

AJ didn’t miss a beat. “What’s up, champ? My daughter wore you out? Gonna need a juice box and a nap? Been rumbling under the covers all night, huh? And now you’re running on empty?”

Vieregg just glared, not even bothering to hide his annoyance. “Dude, can we not start this right now? It’s too early for your brand of crazy.”

AJ shot him a look. “C’mon, don’t give me that. You should be skipping around after all that stress relief. What’s with the zombie act?”

Vieregg just shrugged, deadpan. “Yeah, AJ, it’s pretty standard. People get tired after sex. Shocking, I know. What—did you expect me to pop out of the bedroom whistling and doing jazz hands? Chill.”

AJ grinned, that sly little glint in his eye. “Funny, though—for a guy who can’t stop chasing after my girls, you get all worked up if my boys so much as look at Idun or Embla. Bit of a double standard, no?”

Vieregg just laughed, shaking his head. “Look, man, your girls are stunners. Zoey’s literally a knockout. She likes me, I like her. If you want me to quit sleeping with your women, maybe stop making them so damn gorgeous. Not my fault, bro.”

AJ just groaned, somewhere between exasperated and secretly amused. “You arrogant little punk!”