Page 31 of Starting Over with You (Beer League Belles #2)

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

Kenni

He made the move.

Dean’s lips are on mine, and I wait for the wrongness to set in.

It doesn’t.

All I feel is heat.

His kiss feels like opening a locked vault with shaking hands, except instead of finding gold bars, I discover lust, need, heartbreak, and every what-if I swallowed since I last asked him to kiss me.

It isn’t sweet.

It isn’t slow.

It is a fucking crash, like slamming into the wall of a dream I’d pretended I didn’t still have.

My mouth recognizes his like muscle memory.

And my soul? My soul is already halfway undressed and begging for more.

I don’t care if this ends in tears, therapy, or Fireball; I just know I won’t pull away first.

I can’t.

He tangles his fingers in the back of my hair, and I slide my tongue along the seam of his lips.

If he breaks this off to run away, I swear I’ll trip his ass.

But he opens for me with a moan that I feel down in my fucking bones.

Our tongues touch, and I taste the beer he’s been sipping on.

Usually, it’d turn me off since I don’t like the taste of beer, but nothing about Dean Moore turns me off.

I arch my hips into his, his cock long and hard against my stomach, and when I’m rewarded with a throaty moan, I smile against his lips.

Dean’s lips curve along mine, and when I open my eyes, his are all hooded and dark, locked on mine.

“Happy?” I ask breathlessly, my lips brushing his.

“Beyond,” he admits, his mouth warm against mine and sending heat straight between my legs.

Our noses touch, and I need more. I run my tongue along his bottom lip, and he slides his hand down my ass, pressing me harder into him. “Behave.”

“No.” I hold his gaze. “I want more.”

The noise that leaves his lips is somewhere between a chuckle and a moan, and I am here for it. He moves his lips to my ear, pressing a kiss to my lobe. “Jesus Christ, darlin’, you trying to kill me?”

“I want you,” I say, and I can’t even blame the Fireball.

Nope, I’m fully drunk on everything Dean Moore.

His voice is strained as he looks around. “I don’t see Sadie or Missy. Think you can meet me in the truck? I gotta pay the tab.”

Yes. God yes, this is happening.

“So, you want me too?”

His hips jerk into mine, and while I can feel his arousal, I need to hear it from his lips.

He leans back to look at me, need and lustful torment on his face.

His eyes search mine, the blue so dark it reminds me of the storm before the crash of thunder.

He bites the corner of his mouth, giving me a gorgeous lopsided grin before he tells me, “There hasn’t been a moment in my adult life when I haven’t wanted you, KenniLeigh. ”

His words have me burning from the inside out. I stroke my fingers along his jaw and then over his mustache. He leans into my hand, his fingers at my neck and along the seam of my ass tighten at my touch. I’m breathless, but I know he hears me as I say, “Take me home.”

Dean’s lips curve. “Meet me in the truck?”

I nod and move back, but I don’t get far before his lips are on mine again.

I cup his face, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs as his mouth moves against mine.

Everything feels like it’s on fire, like I’m exposed in the very best way.

When he pulls away, he winks and then presses his lips to my ear.

“Are you sitting on the F5 key on my keyboard?” Even through the lust that is making me crazy, I grin. “Because your body is refreshing every single dirty, unhinged thought I’ve ever had about you.”

I laugh, smacking his chest to push him away. He grabs my hand, kissing the tips of my fingers before squeezing my hand. “Truck.”

“Truck,” I agree as we separate. I look at the table, but none of our party is there.

I’m surprised my legs are moving because I can still feel his lips, his touch, and hell, I want more.

I head for the door and feel eyes on me.

I don’t know who saw, and honestly, I don’t care.

Before I can walk out, my gaze catches on where Matt and Sadie are making out against a pool table.

I love how in love they are, but right now, I have no desire to say goodbye or answer about where I’m going.

Or who I’m about to do.

I get out the door without seeing Missy and Nyle, and I head straight for Dean’s truck.

I feel like I’m sneaking around, and I can’t say that I’m a fan.

I don’t want to hide this. I just don’t want to explain myself.

I want Dean, and I want him right now. I reach for the door.

It’s unlocked, and I go to climb in. I lean back and look toward the door to try to set eyes on Dean.

In doing so, though, I find Missy and Nyle against the side of the bar, and he’s ramming into her from behind.

Wonderful.

I gag a bit before I slide into the truck and pull out my phone.

Me

I’m in the truck, and unless you want to see Missy getting plowed against the side of the building, get in the truck and let’s go.

Dean

Jesus. They couldn’t go home?

Me

Do I need to remind you that’s how my niece was conceived?

Dean

Exactly. Didn’t she learn her lesson? I did.

Me

Oh, so you don’t want me enough to do me on the side of the building?

Dean

I almost took you on the dance floor.

Me

*Gasp.* How scandalous would that have been?

Dean

Not as scandalous as the things I’m about to do to you. In the privacy of our home and where no one will see what is all mine.

Home.

Mine.

Dean

You want that?

I’m surprised my fingers are working at this point. I’m a bundle of nerves ready to burst.

Me

That’s not even a question. I’m two seconds from getting myself off.

Dean

Don’t you fucking dare. Those orgasms are mine.

Jesus above.

I have never been so turned on in my life.

I don’t know what Dean is doing to me, but I am loving it.

Stratford never—no, I will not compare him to Stratford.

I will enjoy the journey this man is about to take me on.

When the truck door opens, Dean’s eyes meet mine, and the feral look in his eyes is overwhelming.

No man has ever looked at me like that, and I’m obsessed with how it makes me feel.

“That’s my good girl for not touching yourself,” he growls as he gets in. He keeps his head down as he starts the truck and then holds my headrest before backing out of the parking lot. When he takes off, I sit up, and he winks. “Show me that pussy.”

I blink as heat rages through me. Unable to deny him since I want it just as bad, I pull up the skirt of my dress. His eyes keep coming back to me, and I slowly push my white thong to the side. He hums in appreciation as he squeezes the steering wheel in his grip. “Are you wet?”

I move a finger through my pussy, not the least bit surprised by how wet I am. “So wet.”

He bites into his fist. “Open yourself for me. Let me see.” I do, and his eyes drink me in. “Fucking hell, Kenni. You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I don’t want to be insecure, but Stratford always said my pussy was too big. He claimed it got bigger and wider once I had the boys, but Dean is looking at it like it’s a big ol’ peach he wants to inhale. “You’re gonna make me come with just your voice,” I admit, feeling raw.

“Oh no, you’re going to come on my mouth.”

“I want you to touch me,” I plead.

He growls, and then I feel a bump, causing me to look up and see that we’re home.

He throws the truck into park, and then he’s out.

Before I can even sit up, he’s opening my door and taking me by my thighs as I squeal and giggle.

He drags me down the bench and his mouth covers my pussy before I can even make a sound or take my next breath.

I cry out the moment his tongue touches my pussy, savoring me before he groans against my heated skin.

“I knew you’d taste so fucking good.”

He licks his lips as he slides my thong down my legs, trailing kisses along my thighs before bringing my panties to his nose. A sound somewhere between a growl and a sob leaves his lips before he sucks on the little fabric that has cupped my pussy all night. “I could survive on your taste alone.”

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, and the man just smirks. He presses his knee between my legs, and to my absolute surprise, he hangs my white thong on his rearview mirror. “Dean!” I gasp. “Skyye will see it.”

“I’ll take it down before I go get her,” he tells me, his lips curled in a devastating grin. “I want the reminder of your pussy on my mouth when I go to work tomorrow.”

Before I can tell him we aren’t dumb teenagers, he slides his tongue along my belly, and I forget everything but the feel of his hot tongue on my pussy.

Dean swirls his tongue around my clit as he hooks one arm around my ass, and he presses his other palm down on my stomach.

His hands are callused, hard, and warm against my soft skin, but I crave it.

I arch into his touch, rocking my hips for more of what he is giving me.

He tongues my opening, fucking me slowly with thrusts of his thick tongue before moving back up to give my pussy openmouthed kisses that have me jerking up into his face.

“Yes, darlin’, take your pleasure.”

I cry out as he sucks my clit between his lips, the sensation driving me to the point of completion.

I start chanting his name, and he presses harder into my stomach, groaning against my flesh.

He moves a hand down, squeezing my ass before sliding a finger into me.

I open my eyes, taking him in, and I feel insane with my need for him.

He looks so hungry, his eyes wild, and my heart skips at the way he hisses, shaking his head. “Fuck, you’re tight as hell.”

“Really?”

He groans, his eyes actually rolling to the back of his head as he curves his finger into me, hitting me in just the right spot to have me seeing stars. “I’m gonna enjoy wrecking this pussy, just how you wreck me with this gorgeous body and those sinful lips.”

“Dean, please,” I cry out, thankful the closest neighbor is a half mile away.

He slides another finger into me, the stretch so fucking good, and I moan loudly enough that even I’m surprised by the noise. He curves both fingers and starts fucking me in earnest as his tongue flicks over my sensitive nub.

I detonate.

I scream his name, arching up into his mouth as my body convulses under him.

My thighs squeeze his head and I fear for his life, but he just hums against my pussy.

The sensation makes me jerk, but he doesn’t relent.

He licks up all my desire, drawing out my release and making my toes curl against his wide back.

He drops a kiss on my clit then to my belly before pressing into my G- spot with the tips of his fingers, making me hiss from overstimulation.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever leave the spot between these thighs. ”

“Dean,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.”

“Oh, darlin’,” he murmurs, kissing up my belly, over my dress, to my neck.

When he reaches my lips, his mouth tastes like me, and the cavewoman part of me wants my release on his lips all the time.

I sigh into his mouth as he strokes my tongue in time with his fingers stroking my G-spot.

His mustache tickles my lip and I feel the burn from his stubble on my thighs, but I want more.

So much more. I nip his bottom lip as he pulls away, and his eyes are full of lust as he whispers, “I need more space so I can fuck you just how I need to.”

I can’t even process his words, because the next thing I know, Dean has me in his arms and we’re heading for the house.

I try to leave my feelings in the truck—this needs to be about sex, both of us getting off—but the moment he presses me into the door, my thighs cradling his hips as he looks down at me, his eyes all hooded and sexy, I don’t know if I can.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, his lips moving against mine. “I thought you were gorgeous as a teenager, stunning as a young woman, but now, wrapped around me, I don’t know what I did to get this chance. But I’m not going to screw it up.”

Then his mouth consumes mine just as he has my thoughts. I know he’s about to make me feel all the things I never thought I could.

And most of all, feelings for him.