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K ENDALL

Holy shit. I have never wanted Nash as much as I want him tonight. Something changed in him. Something that scares the shit out of me as much as it turns me on. I’m desperate to fuck his brains out, and if it’s in the backseat of my car, so be it.

We’re not even out of the parking lot yet when I reach over and squeeze his thigh.

“Easy.” He traps my hand between his and his leg. “No need to cause an accident.”

“You talking about in your pants or with the car?” I tease.

“Fuck me,” he mutters.

“Exactly what I want to do.”

“Not in the car, sweetheart.”

“We can’t go back to my place, and yours—”

“Paisley is spending the night at my parents’ house.”

Heat rushes up my neck. Alone with Nash in his house? The freedom to really scream his name when he gives me the best orgasms in the universe?

“Why am I just now learning this? We could have skipped dinner and gotten right to dessert.”

“Because, like you said, I needed fuel to do all the things I want to do to you.”

“Hm.” I slide my hand to his crotch and rub my palm against the hard cock.

“Damn, Kendall.” He squeezes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the inside of my wrist. “Fifteen minutes and we’ll be home.”

“Make it ten and I’ll make it worth your while.”

The sex talking I can do. The serious shit earlier? It was too much. It made me nervous. This is just sex. Fun, playful banter. Not the kind of words you say to someone you’re in a relationship with. Or at least, that’s what I was told when I attempted to incorporate dirty talk into—nope. Stop .

“Tell me about something that happened in school on Friday,” Nash says, giving my wrist another kiss.

Tingles work their way up my arm. “You want me to talk about school?”

“Fuck, yes. Anything to distract my dick from coming in my pants. You smell too good, and I’m dying to get another taste of you. Everywhere.”

“So telling you how wet I am is not a good idea?”

“Fuck, Kendall. No. Tell me about that annoying kid in your class who likes to pick on Paisley.”

“I think it’s the other way around.”

“Never. My perfect daughter would never pick on another student.”

“As if.” I snort. “Miss Paisley thinks she’s the queen of room twenty-eight. She likes to boss the boys around. Most of what she tells them to do is clean up after themselves, or she tells them they’re annoying, which is sometimes true, but she’s got a bossy streak in her.”

“Sounds like someone else I know.”

“Her father?”

Nash gives me the side-eye. “Her idol.”

“Taylor Swift?”

“Miss Wentworth.”

“I’m hardly her idol.”

“You’re right.”

I suck in a dramatic gasp.

“You’re so much more than that.” This time he turns my hand around and kisses my knuckles.

I don’t know how to respond to sweet talk, whether he’s laying it on thick or is slightly serious. I’m out of my comfort zone and curl my bottom lip between my teeth while I brainstorm a response.

Nash slows the car and turns. When I look up, I’m surprised to see we’re already at his house.

“Ten minutes, forty-two seconds.” He releases my seat belt, then his, and leaps out of the car. Before I even reach for the handle, he has my door open and is hauling me into his arms.

“Nash—”

His lips land on mine and he takes my breath away. Literally. He leans into me until my back is pressed into the car, and his mouth envelopes mine. Our tongues tangle and I taste the mint he popped from the hostess stand when we rushed out of the restaurant.

“I need more,” he moans into my mouth before sucking my bottom lip between his. “Inside.”

He scoops me into his arms and I curl my hands around his neck as he carries me up the steps to his front door. I’m jostled around as he struggles with his keys and curses.

“You can put me down,” I chuckle.

“Hell, no. I’m not letting you go.”

“Afraid I’ll run away?”

Nash lifts his head and stares into my eyes, and I see the uncertainty. “Yes,” he whispers.

How does he manage to strip my insecurities in one three letter word? I curl my fingers into his hair and tug his mouth close to mine.

“I’m not leaving until I fulfill my promise. You got us here in ten minutes.”

“And forty-two seconds.”

“Are you saying I don’t owe you what I promised?”

Nash presses his lips against mine. “You don’t owe me anything, Kendall.”

Hell. Everything the man says turns me on. I need him. Now.

“Open the damn door unless you want your neighbors to get a show.” I nip at his bottom lip.

“No one gets to see your naked body or hear your screams except me,” he growls into my mouth.

The front door opens, and I take our kiss deeper as he walks us through the house. He carries me up the stairs as if I weigh nothing and I press my body harder into his. We’re wearing too many clothes for what I have planned.

I curl my tongue in his mouth, then he releases me, and I fall onto the bed. Not bothering to look around, I sit up and tug at the waistband of his jeans, yanking him so he’s standing between my opened legs.

“These need to go.” I lower his zipper and reach inside his boxers, finding his warm, thick, hard, cock. “I forgot how huge you are.”

“Kendall.” His cock twitches in my hand, and I swear it grows another inch.

His body is warm all over, and I’m salivating for him.

I scoot to the edge of the bed, lower his boxers more, and lick the tip of his cock.

“Sweet Jesus.” Nash grabs the side of my head but doesn’t guide me onto him. Instead, he holds onto me for support.

“Mm,” I moan as I take him a few inches in my mouth. I suck, then release him from my mouth. I cup his balls and lick him from base to tip.

“Kendall.”

I lift my gaze and am mesmerized at the way he’s looking down at me. I dart my tongue out again, playing with his tip, and he tenses. Sliding my free hand to his ass, I squeeze him before slowly taking his cock into my mouth again.

With my other hand, I play with his balls while I suck his length to the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Kendall. You look so pretty taking me in your mouth.”

I suck harder and he gasps. My pussy throbs, needing his touch. I drop my hand from his ass and begin to unbutton my jeans. Before I can slide my hand into my underwear, Nash steps back, and my lips make a pop when I release his cock.

“As much as I love the feel of your mouth wrapped around my cock, I need to feel the inside of your pussy. Tell me you’re ready for me, Kendall.”

I scoot back on the bed and stare up at him. “I’m soaked for you, Nash.”

“Fuck.” He strips my jeans and panties off my legs, then yanks me to the edge of the mattress.

My legs open for him and he drops to his knees, using his shoulders to spread me even more. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him stare at my pussy.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He licks the inside of my thighs then nudges his nose along my slit. “I’m gonna be able to slide into you so easily with all your juices.”

“I don’t know about easily ,” I pant. “Your dick is huge.”

Nash licks me and grins. “You ready for me to destroy your beautiful pussy, Kendall?”

Holy shit. I almost forgot how dirty he is when we’re naked. Or nearly naked. We’re both still dressed above the waist. Needing to rectify that, I sit up and lift my jersey—his jersey—over my head and fling it to the floor.

It’s not until I’m unclasping my bra that I realize we’re in his room. We’ve never had sex in his bedroom before. Hell, I’ve never even stepped foot in here before. Ignoring the implication of what this could mean, I slide the straps of my bra down my arms and focus on Nash.

He hovers over the apex of my legs, watching my every move. “I want to lick and suck and bite and kiss every fucking inch of you.”

“Then you better get busy, big guy.” I lean back on my elbows and lift my hips to his face. “Or am I going to have to take care of my needs myself?”

“That mouth,” he growls before attacking my pussy with his tongue.

He’s not slow or gentle. If this is payback for being a wise ass, I’ll never stop. His tongue is magic, and when he adds a finger, then two, I’m on the edge and ready to combust.

“Nash.” I fall back on the bed and blindly reach between my legs for him. I find his hair and hold onto him, shamelessly grinding my pussy into his face. “Yes. Oh my God. This feels so good.”

“You like that, baby?” He curls his finger inside me then presses his tongue under the hood of my clit. “Look at me.”

I force my eyes open and watch as he devours me. His free hand presses on my stomach and the urge to release is even stronger.

“Nash,” I gasp.

His fingers and tongue don’t relent, and he presses his hand a little harder. Our eyes lock. “Don’t hold back, Kendall. Come all over my face, baby. Show me what I do to you.”

My legs stiffen as the orgasm builds, shooting through my limbs. My eyes widen before the pressure forces them closed, and I gush my orgasm all over Nash’s tongue and fingers.

“Fuuucck.”

I grip the comforter so hard my nails bend back. The orgasm shakes my legs and still, Nash doesn’t stop tormenting my pussy. As soon as one wave slows down, he changes the angle of his fingers and I’m riding high again as another explosive orgasm shoots from my core.

“Nash. I can’t.” I squeeze his head with my thighs and scoot farther back on the bed. “Fuck. You trying to kill me?” I pant.

When he steps away from me, my legs fall open again, and I lay there spread eagle, spent and exhausted.

“I told you to fuel up.”

I open one eye and squint at Nash as he strips out of his clothes. “I told you to fuel up.”

“And look at you now. Falling asleep in the middle of the first round.”

I snort. “I’m resting up before I ride you into the sunset.”

Nash crawls over me, his hard cock skimming against my skin. “The sun set a long time ago. But you can ride me into the sunrise if you’d like.” He rubs his long shaft along the lips of my pussy, and I shiver with desire.

I’ll ride him as soon as my legs have feeling in them again, but not until sunrise. I’ll be long gone before then.