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We’re almost to my house when I remember my parents. “Shit.”

“Something wrong? Performance anxiety?”

I give her a side-eye and make a U-turn at the top of the hill. “My parents are at my house.” I told them I wouldn’t be too late, so they watched Paisley at my place instead of theirs. I hadn’t planned on going out with the guys after.

There was a reason I ignored Kendall all week. She was supposed to be an end to my dry spell, not the spark that set off my sex drive again. I wasn’t a fan of her friends-with-benefits plan, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth either.

Sex—one time—with a beautiful woman I’ve been lusting after for nearly a year?

Yeah, how could I refuse? But I couldn’t bring myself to use her for sex.

That just felt wrong, no matter how amazing her body is.

No matter how perfectly we fit together.

No matter how mind blowing the sex was. No matter how, the more I get to know her, the more I like and respect her.

It’s the latter that had me put the brakes on sex. I like and respect her too much to treat her like a sex object. Yet I followed her to the restroom anyway and stuck my face between her legs.

“They going to ground you for coming home late?” she jokes.

Hell, even her smartass mouth turns me on, which is ironic since it was her smart mouth that made me think she wasn’t the right person for me or my daughter.

“I don’t bring women home.”

“Right,” she says softly.

Hell, now I’ve insulted her even more. “It’s just...they’ll see you and think...”

“Nash. I’m kidding. We both want to keep this private. Your parents are wonderful people. If they see me come over, they’ll get the wrong idea, and we don’t need to tell them this is just sex. It’ll be awkward for all of us. I get it.”

The fact that she gets it and sounds genuinely okay with it makes me feel even more guilty for treating her like this. I don’t like that she gets it. I want her to have a problem with it, and that freaks me the fuck out.

“Can we go to your place?” I ask.

“How pathetic does it make me that I live at home with my mom and sister?”

“Pathetic? Housing is expensive, and you’re a teacher. What’s pathetic is how underpaid teachers are and how expensive it is to put a roof over your head.”

“Um, thanks?”

“It wasn’t a compliment. It’s a fact. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” But now we have no place to have sex. What’s pathetic is me considering taking her to my parents’ place so I can fuck her.

“Just as I started drying up you say shit like that.” Kendall wiggles in her seat.

I’m not even discreet as I adjust my cock in my slacks. “May have to take a raincheck.”

She has the decency not to call me on ignoring her since the last—first and only—time we had sex.

Kendall shifts in her seat and turns around. “If we move Paisley’s booster seat, there’s enough room for me to ride your cock in the back.”

“Fuck.” I squeeze my cock, and she giggles. “Still no condoms.”

She rifles through her purse and pulls out a foil wrapper. The possessive side of me doesn’t like that she travels with protection, but if she only has it there for my use, I’m okay with it.

I drive around until I find a park and a big, empty parking lot. I pull to the outskirts so we’re not visible from the road and turn off the car.

Before I’m unbuckled, Kendall is shimming out of her jeans. She’s breathtaking. I want to savor every inch of her, but that’s hard to do in the confines of my Range Rover.

I unfasten my seatbelt and reach for the door when she climbs over the center console and straddles me. “I thought we were taking the party to the backseat.”

“I got impatient waiting for you to make a move.”

We’ve only been parked for thirty seconds, but I like her eagerness. I slide the seat back so there’s more room and tilt the chair so we’re reclined.

“We’re going to need to be creative so I can taste you.”

Kendall cocks her head to the side. “You already tasted me. I thought you wanted to be inside me?”

“I want it all, Kendall.” There’s more meaning behind my words than I’m willing to admit.

I massage her tits over my jersey and trace the lines of cranberry stain. I’ll buy her a new jersey. Hell, I’ll buy her a closet full of clothes with my name and number on them. In the meantime, “This needs to go.”

I lift the jersey and as she tugs it over her head, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth while I unfasten her bra.

“Your tits are perfect.” They fill my hands and my mouth like no others have before. Not too big, not too small. And real. Real is the most important to me. Real inside and out, and Kendall is as real and raw as any woman I’ve ever met.

“Nash.” She grinds her naked pussy over my cock, and I can feel her wetness through my pants.

I wish I was wearing light gray slacks so I could see the mess she’s making on my clothes.

“Lift for me, baby,” the endearment sneaks out as I tilt my hips and lower my pants and briefs. When her slick heat meets my thighs, I groan. “So. Fucking. Wet.”

I fill my mouth with her breast and cup her mound with my hand. I love how she rides me. My cock, my face, my fingers. She doesn’t hold back and takes what she needs from me, and I love it.

Slipping a finger in her wet folds at the same time I suck her nipple and drive her mad with groans. The sounds from her pussy and her throat are going to push me over the edge. I need to taste her though.

I remove my finger and lick her arousal from it. “I need your thighs around my face, Kendall.”

“How?”

I pick her up at the waist and glide her body over mine, her tits dragging across my face, then her belly, then her wet center. Her pussy hovers over my face, and I hear her grappling for the backseat to hold on to. It’ll only be uncomfortable until I make her forget the awkwardness of the angle.

My tongue dives into her pussy and licks her walls. I replace my tongue with my finger, hooking it to the left, then to the right, smiling as she smothers my face. I lap at her clit, tugging, sucking, nipping.

“Fuck me, Nash. Holy fuck. I can’t...don’t stop. God. Nash. Oh, God.”

I fuck her with two fingers and my tongue slashes violently back and forth under her hood until her thighs clamp so hard I almost lose consciousness.

Her screams fill the car, and she bangs her fist against the back window over and over again.

At least, I hope it’s her fist and not her head or she’s going to have one hell of a concussion.

Her legs are still shaking and her pussy is still convulsing around my tongue when I blindly reach for the condom and sheath myself. As soon as I’m covered, I grip Kendall’s waist and drag her down me and onto my aching cock.

“Nash,” she gasps, and I swallow any remaining words and curses with my mouth.

I lift my hips and slam into her again and again until she regains control of her body and rides me. Rides me fucking hard. This isn’t sex, this is animalistic fucking at its finest.

Kendall’s body is covered in a layer of sweat, and there’s something extra erotic about being mostly clothed while she’s riding my cock buck ass naked.

She curves her head over my shoulder and continues to grind, not stopping until my balls tighten, my cock swells, and I fill the condom with my cum.

Fuck. I got so carried away with my own release I didn’t make sure she came again with me. She slithers down my body, our chests pressed together, her head resting against mine. Our heartbeats blend into each other and I wrap my arms around her, not wanting to let go.

Eventually, she shivers, and I start the engine and crank the heater up. Kendall unfolds herself from my body and climbs back to her seat and puts her clothes back on while I tie off the condom and tuck my cock back in my pants. When she’s situated, I back out of the parking lot.

She gives me directions to her house and we ride in silence. Too many times during our fifteen-minute drive I’m tempted to reach over and hold her hand in mine, but that’s not what this is about.

We didn’t go to the Whiskey Buckle on a date. She’s not my girlfriend. We’re not in a relationship. We’re not even dating.

Kendall points to a small home and I pull in front. She gathers her purse and shoots me a smile. “Thanks for the ride, Nash Potato.” She’s out of the car before I can respond.

I watch her saunter to her front door on shaky legs and grin with pride, knowing she’s going to be feeling sore for a few days.

“Anytime, Gravy.”