“I love it too, so I won’t be changing it anytime soon. But if we need to leave, let me go.”
“What if I don’t want to?” I rattle off. But knowing I need to get back to the office, I smile anyway.
THIRTY-THREE
Kendall
I’d love to have Dane all to myself today, but I know his brother is waiting for him. I decide to tease him a bit. “I have the day off, so you can stay…”
He grumbles as he loosens his embrace on me. “I want to stay and devour every inch of you and then take you out to dinner and show you off to the world.”
“Are we still on for Saturday’s date?” I ask, turning around to graze my lips over his. He immediately tugs my hips to him. I bite down on my lower lip as his erection stabs my stomach, and it takes everything in me not to drop to my knees and rip his pants down. With his thick cock stretching my mouth, I’d suck him dry. It wouldn’t take long for his cum to be dripping down my throat.
The throbbing between my legs has me tilting and rubbing myself over him.
“You’re killing me, and I really do not want to go back to work now.” He crashes onto my lips as he grabs my ass and tosses me onto the bed. Hovering over me, dragging his erection over my center, I wrap my legs around his waist.
I need him right now, like I need air to breathe. Nibbling on his bottom lip, then sliding my tongue across his jaw and to his ear. I ask him again, “Are we on for Saturday?”
He grunts out. “We are definitely on for Saturday. But I’ll see you after work on Friday. It might be late.”
Moaning in his ear, I say, “That sounds like too long.”
“Sweetheart, my schedule is crazy. It won’t change anytime soon. I hope we can make it work.”
“Of course we can. I’d rather have you here more than I’d like to admit.”
“Me too.”
With one last kiss, I slide my tongue barely against his, and he sucks it into his mouth. Holy hell, the electricity between us is addicting, and if we don’t stop, we will be naked and tangled in each other.
I break away first. “Let me get dressed, and you can drive me to my car.” One last peck on the cheek, and the pad of his thumb runs over my bottom lip. It takes all my willpower to walk away from him, but I do it. We’ll have a lot of pent-up tension come this weekend.
We leave my house and drive to Faith’s to pick up my car. It takes less than ten minutes. He parks his car next to mine. We both get out at the same time. He walks me to my car with our fingers intertwined.
He leans his body up against mine, and I end up with my back against my car. “You are gorgeous. I hope you have an amazing day running your errands. I’ll text you later, but I’m probably at the office late all week.”
“Okay, text me later.” And as I go to turn, he crashes his lips into mine as he threads his fingers in my hair to pull me harder against his mouth. I don’t think this will ever get old for me. The way he holds me. The way his tongue dances with mine is in perfect rhythm with each other. His hand moves tomy face, holding it. Fire ripping through my body, my stomach tightening, and my arms wrapped around his neck. The passion is undeniable.
He leans back ever so slightly. “You’re mine.” I feel his breath on my face. My eyes close, taking in the heat and feel of his touch. “Have a great day, sweetheart.”
“Don’t work too hard. You need to sleep sometime.”
“Yeah, that’s why I have a comfy couch in my office. Makes life a lot easier. But now, with you, maybe that will change.” He smirks at me, and his fingers brush through my hair.
My eyes instantly close as I feel the feather-like touch through my hair. “Maybe it will.”
With one more kiss to my cheek, he turns and walks to his car. “I’ll text you later.”
I stand there savoring the moment as I watch him pull away. When I can’t see his car anymore, I slide into the seat, order my groceries, and decide that while I’m out, I’ll do all my errands around town.
I spent the afternoon lounging on my back deck, soaking up the sun. I needed some relaxation time by the pool. I still can’t believe Jake showed back up here and is now in jail. After shoving all of it so far down, it’s bubbling up involuntarily. I ignored it all weekend. I mean, the distraction was appreciated, and by no means am I complaining. Dane has been there at every moment, apparently, whether I like it or not.
And there have been times I wanted to yell at him, well…I did that too. As I sit here in the quiet, with no distractions…I have a knot in my stomach thinking about this whole mess. It all comes tumbling out of me. Tears streak down my cheeks, and I can’t stop them. Days of shit piling up, ignoring it, and now, I’msitting here by myself sobbing. It’s not a good look, but it needs to come out.
I question whether I should message Dane; I hate to interrupt his workday. But I want to feel our connection right now. Snapping a picture of the pool with my legs and feet in the picture, I send it.
Kendall:
