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Chapter 37

Ford

It’s a struggle not to show her how much her father pissed me the fuck off. The entitled asshole is living in his own reality.

April is better than him and I want to make sure she knows she’s appreciated.

The atmosphere of Chinos hasn’t changed in the five years since I’ve been here.

Just walking through the doors brings a sharp pang knowing I was with Sarah when I was here last.

But it’s time for new memories.

Holding her chair for her, I make sure she’s comfortable before settling into my seat across from her.

Soft candlelight flickers across her features, reminding me of those nights in the cabin when she was illuminated only by the flames.

Beautiful in the darkness and the light.

“What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?” Her timid smile is covered by her fingers wiping over her mouth.

“No, Frosty. I was just sitting here wondering how in the hell I got so fortunate to have you in my life.” My legs extend under the linen covered table to frame her feet. “Of all the millions of miles out there, you ended up outside of my door. Whatever fate, luck, or karma it was…I’m grateful.”

Pink works up the long lines of her neck to her cheeks. “Even after all of that bullshit with Dad?”

“Especially after that.”

A slim figure in black appears next to our table. “If you’ve had a chance to look at the menu, have you decided what you’d like?” His pen hovers over a tiny notebook awaiting our order.

“Chicken parmesan,” we both say in unison.

“Excellent choice.” He fades back into the dim bustle as April and I grin at each other.

“I’ve been craving it forever.” She spreads her napkin over her knees. Her amber eyes move around the room, then fall back on me. “It feels different in here with you. I’ve always been here with a group of friends or my dad.”

“Is it a bad thing?” I take off my hat and set it on the table so my face isn’t hidden in shadows.

Her head shakes. “It’s more, um, intimate.” Her lower lip rolls between her teeth.

I lean closer, resting my elbows on the table, and let my voice drop. “I happen to like being intimate with you.”

Her giggle makes my cock fill in my jeans.

Our food arrives, interrupting my longing stare.

But the whimpering moans she lets loose with every bite make it nearly impossible to concentrate.

I’m desperate for a change in subject. “So since your dad was a bust, what do you need to do about your cards and things?” My bite is hot enough to sear the taste buds off my tongue.

Better than I remember.

She frowns and lets out a long sigh. “Well, I’ll have to go to the bank and get new cards. Send off for a lost passport. Get a new ID from campus. If I had the copies, it’d make things so much easier for some of that stuff. I have to set up a PO box too, since it’s obvious I can’t use my dad’s address anymore—”

“Use mine. Ours. It’s your place too.” I swallow the scalding sauce almost too fast, it burns on the way down.

April pauses with her fork in the air and fixates on me.

For a full breath, she doesn’t move.

“Ford? Are you asking me to live with you? Like, permanently?” she whispers.

I let out a small chuckle. “I kinda figured you knew that already.”

Her mouth forms a little heart shape and her eyes crinkle at the corners.

Deliberately, she picks up the spoon from beside her plate and holds it up into the air while holding my gaze.

Then she drops it.

“Oops.” With an exaggerated turn, she looks at all of the other empty booths shrouded in darkness.

We’re in our own secluded corner, and no one seems to have noticed.

“Guess I better pick that up.” Her napkin lands next to her wine and she slides under the table so quickly I almost miss the movement.

The ripple of the cloth covering her is the last thing I see.

But then I feel her hands find my knees.

And her fingers on my zipper.

Then her mouth enclosing the tip of my firming cock.

Fuck.

Heat rushes through me as her tongue works over the first two sets of piercings on my shaft, coaxing me deeper into her throat.

It hurts holding in the groan that’s trying to escape.

My thighs quiver wanting to thrust into her.

“You’re killing me, Frosty,” I hiss as my palm finds her hair beneath the fabric.

There’s a small pop as her lips pull away from their tortuous suction. “I’m gonna love you to death.” Scorching shocks arc through me when she sucks me back into her hot mouth.

My face buries in my hand as I pant.

Her cool touch works between the denim and my sensitive sack as she kneads my nuts while furiously licking over every bar.

God damn it.

“You gotta…stop…I’m gonna…” I can barely breathe.

My knuckles turn white gripping the edge of the oak and sweat prickles down my neck.

Then she takes me down to piercing number four and I want to throw everything out of my way and fuck her in the middle of the restaurant floor.

I can feel her gag as she takes another, but she doesn’t pull away.

The sixth one bounces against her bottom teeth, making a ricochet vibration run down my shaft.

I grab my hat and push it hard over my head so I can hide my face, both hands clutching the wood of my seat as my jaw grits.

So close.

“Don’t stop,” I finally grunt. I’ll give her what she wants.

My woman.

“Take it all,” I hiss, letting my hips drive up just enough that I can push the last two bars past her lips.

There it is.

My calves spasm and my toes curl in my boots as I erupt into the coaxing confines of her constricting throat.

Jesus. Her mouth milks every drop as she swallows me down, sending an electrifying shiver through me.

Then the cool air sweeps over my wet cock, and her hands push on my thighs until I can’t feel her touch any longer.

A solid thirty seconds passes before her blond hair appears, and she proudly holds up the fallen spoon.

“Found it!” she proclaims loud enough that anyone nearby would hear.

I’m still panting as I tuck my softening dick back into my jeans.

“April? I lean on my elbow, still weak and shaky.

“Yes?” She bats her eyes innocently, then wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb and sucks on it.

I knew I’d be addicted. I just had no idea what a perfect drug she would be. “I fucking love you.”