After Dante,Lunchbox, and I have finished our breakfast, I check the time on my phone and realize that Evan will be waking up soon. I texted my boss last night and called out of work, but I still need to go home and get some things for Lunchbox and me. Now I’ll have to deal with Evan when I get there, but at least I have Dante with me.
Despite his injury, Lunchbox is happy as he sits in my lap. His mood changes, though, when we pull up to our house. He starts whining and tries to jump out of my lap. I set him down onto the backseat where he starts pacing around.
I reach back and pet him to calm him down. “It’s okay, Lunchbox,” I say consolingly.
Dante looks at Lunchbox through the rearview mirror. “Isn’t it crazy how much animals are able to understand what’s going on around them?” he asks quietly.
I sigh and nod. “Yeah. I hate that I have to bring him back here, but I can’t afford a doggy daycare right now.”
Dante looks at me, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why would you take him to a doggy daycare when you can leave him with me?”
“Well… I just didn’t want to inconvenience you. You’ve already done enough for me.”
He leans in closer until the tip of his nose just barely grazes mine. “Didn’t I already tell you I would do anything for you, Essence?”
Speechless, I nod.
His eyes travel from mine down to my mouth. I chew on my bottom lip nervously, but he groans at the action. He keeps getting closer and closer, and now his mouth is just inches from mine.
“That extends to Lunchbox, too.”
He’s perfect. He’s so damn perfect and I don’t deserve him and—oh, fuck, he smells so good.
No, Idodeserve a guy like him, and I’m grateful that he’s even stuck around this long while I try to figure out the dumpster fire that is my life.
The scent of his cologne envelops me, pulling me closer to him until my lips are on his, and he’s devouring my mouth. I moan and reach up to run my fingers through his hair. It’s so soft and silky that my fingers just glide right through to the ends. Dante groans, and suddenly I’m being pulled into his lap.
I gasp and grab his broad shoulders to keep myself from falling over as I straddle him.
“Dante,” I breathe.
He smirks. “What, baby? Isn’t this what you want?”
I nod. “But…” I look out the tinted window towards my house, where Evan is inside and probably wondering where the hell I am.
“Don’t worry about him, Essence,” Dante says quietly, pulling me closer. When I look at him again, his amber eyes are dark and full of desire. “Just let me take care of you.”
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Words are hard when I’m this close to him.
He smells so good and feels soright. Although his touch is loving and soothing, his fingers grip my waist with the restraint of a man waiting impatiently for what he wants.
I close the small amount of space between us and kiss him again, exploring his mouth with mine. The only sound in the truck is our labored breathing. When I look into the backseat at Lunchbox, he’s lying down breathing steadily. His face is turned away so I can’t tell if he’s asleep or not, but it’s almost as if he’s giving Dante and I some privacy.
Dante grips my chin and turns me back to him, claiming my mouth and running his hands underneath my shirt. I scoot my hips closer to his so my heated sex is resting right on his hardened cock. Even through both of our pants, we sigh in pleasure at the feeling.
Gripping my hair, Dante tilts my head back and bites my neck. I moan pitifully at the feel of his teeth teasing my heated flesh, at the slight ache still there from where the masked man bit me last night. I’d forgotten all about that until this morning, and thankfully there aren’t any bruises or marks. Just a little redness, but it’s really easy to miss if you don’t already know it’s there.
My stomach dips when I think about what he did to me last night, and a part of me wants to push Dante away, but what he’s doing feels so good.
“Harder, Dante,” I pant, leaning my head back to give him a wider space.
Obliging my demand, he turns my head slightly and clamps his teeth down onto the exact same spot the masked man bit me. My fingernails dig into Dante’s shoulders until he grunts, but I don’t stop. Hurting him turns me on just as much as him hurting me.
The throbbing in my clit intensifies, and I start rocking my hips back and forth to get some kind of relief.
With his teeth still embedded in my skin, Dante groans and grips my hips harder, guiding me against him. We don’t even have our clothes off and I’m already on the brink of an orgasm.
“Fuck,” I breathe, grinding harder and faster against him.
