Page 24 of Kicked in the Heart

“You want a beer? Or I’ve got some iced tea.”

“A beer would be great,” he said as he got up to look at the bookshelf. He found some framed pictures of her and Kylie. Somewhere, Rocky was in a football uniform and Kylie was in a cheerleader outfit. Probably high school. Another with both of them in crimson caps and gowns from Indiana University with their arms around each other. And another of Rocky and her college team celebrating a win.

“Here you go,” she said as she walked up and handed him a beer.

“You graduated from IU? That means you played for Jim Johnson. My first year in the league I played with him. He was a decent quarterback but he ended up being a better coach.”

“Yeah, he’s a good coach. Do you like spaghetti?” she asked, changing the subject.

“Sure, sounds good. Do you need any help?”

“Nah, I got it,” she replied. “It’ll be a little bit.” She walked over to the couch and picked up the remote. “Here’s the remote. We’ve got most of the streaming apps.”

“Cool.” He plopped onto the couch and powered up the television. He pulled up his favorite streaming app and clicked on his favorite show. He noticed the show was in the favorites list. Hmmm… interesting. He wouldn’t peg either Rocky or Kylie as paranormal investigation fans, but there it was. Settling in to watch, he sipped his beer and lost himself in the investigation.

“The spaghetti’s ready,” he heard Rocky call from the kitchen.

He’d been so engrossed in the episode he hadn’t noticed the aroma of garlic and tomato sauce wafting from the kitchen.

Standing and stretching, he hit pause and went to the kitchen.

Rocky pulled plates out of the cupboard and set them next to the stove. “Help yourself.” She turned toward the fridge, “I think we’ve got some parm.”

“This smells amazing,” he said as his stomach rumbled.

“It’s just pasta and some leftover sauce from the freezer.”

“Smells good no matter where it came from.” He portioned out some spaghetti and spooned some sauce on top. The sauce was thick and it looked there were peppers, onions, and mushrooms in it. It looked delicious.

“We usually eat in front of the television if that’s okay with you.”

“Sure.”

He returned to his spot on the couch.

She noticed the show he had paused. “That’s my favorite show.”

“It’s my guilty pleasure, no one knows I watch it.”

She shoulder bumped him. “Go ahead and turn it back on. We can talk after we eat.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. He enjoyed her take on the show, agreeing with most of her observations.

“No way, that’s got to be dust or a bug,” he said before shoving another forkful of spaghetti in his mouth.

“Neither of those move like that,” she explained as the credits rolled across the screen.

One final bite and his plate was empty. He watched Rocky slurp up a stray noodle.

“Oops, busted,” she said with a laugh, a drop of sauce on the corner of her lips.

He reached over and pulled her lips to his and kissed her, making sure he licked up that drop of sauce. Her plate dropped to the floor as he scooted closer to her and laid her back on the couch cushions. God, she tasted of garlic and tomatoes, and Rocky. Fuck. His jeans got tight and he inched up to cover her with his body. Wat the hell was he doing?

Surprisingly, Rocky was kissing him back, her hands pulling his shirt out of his pants. She shoved them under his shirt to roam his back and everything else dropped away. There was only Rocky underneath him, making little moaning noises that were going straight to his dick. When one of her hands went to his waistband and undid the button, he took that as a sign.

Grinding himself into her hand, he pulled her shirt up and looked down at her breasts. Nuzzling between them, he bit one through her bra and she raised her hips and ground against him as she reached into his pants. When her hand found him, hethought he was going to explode with want, no need. He needed to be inside her.

“Fuck, Rochelle,” he panted as he lifted his lips from hers so he could pull her shirt over her head. Thank God her bra was a front closure, easier for him. His hands shaking, he unhooked it and pushed the cups to the side so he could gaze at her breasts. Soft and round, the nipples were rigid and begging for his mouth.