Page 34 of Starting Over with You (Beer League Belles #2)

CHAPTER

THIRTY-ONE

Dean

I had every intention of getting up early to get Kenni coffee from Noelle’s, but the moment she nuzzled her nose into my chest, I knew I wasn’t moving.

I glide my fingers over her thighs, digging into her warm flesh as I trail kisses along her shoulder, her collarbone, and down her chest to her pert pink nipples.

I lick her peak as she hooks her thigh over my hip, rubbing her wet heat against my begging cock.

I suck her nipple into my mouth, and she says my name on a moan. “Dean, God…your mouth.”

I smile against her flesh before rolling onto my back and bringing her with me.

Her weight settles against me, and she straddles my hips.

Everything inside me wants her to be nowhere else but right here on me.

I look up at her, in awe of her beauty. Her face is flushed, her body covered in beard burn, her hair a mess, and when she flashes that megawatt smile that brings out her dimples, I’m a fucking goner for her.

I almost told her I loved her last night .

But I know she’s not ready.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I tell her, cupping her breast as she rolls her hips against my leaking cock.

It’s always leaking for her, only her. She presses her palms down on my pecs, her fingers threading through the hair on my chest as she continues to grind on my cock. “Yes, darlin’, use my cock to get off.”

She whimpers as her eyes fall shut and her mouth parts.

I pinch her nipples, loving the way she cries out as she starts to move faster.

She’s soaked, her clit hard against my heated skin, and all I can do is watch the woman of my dreams in utter fascination.

I can’t believe she hasn’t had a cock inside her since not long after the boys were born.

That ex of hers is a fucking idiot because her pussy is the ultimate prize.

Kenni bites her lip and I groan, holding back from coming with her. “That’s it, Kenni. Come all over me. You look so fucking good on me.”

“Dean, Dean, please,” she cries, and my mouth parts in desire.

“I could come right now, just watching you. Fucking hell, darlin’. You are a gift.”

She comes then, throwing her head back and crying out so loudly, a whimper leaves my lips.

I whimpered.

Wow.

I shouldn’t be surprised.

I sit up, wrapping my arm around her waist as I take my cock in hand. Her eyes fly open when I bring her weight down on my cock, and she takes me into her tight heat. “I’ll pull out,” I grunt, thrusting up in there, and her pussy flutters around me. “I promise.”

She moans as I fill her. “You do this often?”

“Never,” I say against her jaw. “But if I fail at getting out of this sweet cunt, I’ll get you some Plan B.”

Her boys are eighteen, my daughter is sixteen; neither one of us is trying to have any more kids. As much as I want her swollen with my child, I’m not na?ve. We’re older; our time has passed. It’ll be the two of us with the kids we made with others but whom we’ll love as our own.

“So romantic,” she laughs on a moan, and I nibble on her jaw.

“I can’t help it,” I grit out, holding her tightly to me as I thrust. “I want to feel every inch of this pussy.”

“God, Dean,” she moans as she rolls her hips, and I rock up into her, each thrust requiring a Herculean effort not to give in to the desire to fill her. “Harder.”

“Fuck,” I mutter as I move faster, deeper, into her tight heat.

Our bodies slap together, and when I feel the fluttering of her sweet cunt, I have to squeeze my eyes shut.

I slide my hand between us, rolling her clit in time with each of my thrusts.

Her moans are loud and wild, her clit pulsing against my thumb as I rub her tight little nub.

Heat burns down my spine, my balls are heavy, and then she squeezes me so tightly, I have to stop or I’ll come. She screams my name, and yeah, I can’t.

I lift her up with my arm, pulling out as my come spurts between us, covering her stomach and mine as we both pant, watching as I explode everywhere. She’s vibrating in my arms as my heart slams in my chest like it wants out.

Like it wants to live inside her.

I look up just as she does, our eyes meeting in a heated embrace that has my cock jerking between us. Kenni’s lips curve, her face bright and red as she murmurs, “That’s so hot.”

A strangled chuckle leaves my lips, but then I go quiet when she runs her finger through my release. I watch, enraptured, as she lifts my come to her lips and sucks her finger into her mouth. She moans, and I growl, “No, that’s fucking hot.”

She giggles as I lean in, kissing her lips with an intensity only she can bring out in me. She falls into my kiss, her hands coming up to cup my face as I wrap my arms around her. We tease each other, nibbling and licking to the point I know I don’t ever want to kiss anyone else but her.

But I think I knew that the first time I tasted these sweet lips.

When we part to breathe, she smiles as she rubs her thumb over the stubble on my jaw. I’m lost in the many blues of her eyes, and once more, I feel the need to tell her how deeply in love with her I am. How I have loved her my whole fucking life.

“Do you work tonight?” she whispers, and I swallow back the words.

Fuck, I don’t want to go to work.

“Yeah, then I get Skyye in the morning.”

She nods before looking down, and I can see the uncertainty blooming inside her.

I say, “Hey,” just as she says, “Shower?”

Our eyes meet, and our lips turn up at the same time.

I cuddle her close and kiss her top lip, before wiggling my top lip against her nose and making her giggle.

She leans into me, her arms wrapping tightly around my neck as she presses her forehead to mine.

I kiss the side of her mouth before whispering, “Sleep here tonight.”

She grins. “I have a bed.”

“Yeah, mine.”

The skin around her eyes crinkles as she shakes her head. “I can’t sleep here when Skyye is here.”

“Who says?”

“Dean,” she drawls, and I bring in my brows.

“What?”

She gives me an incredulous look. “That will be confusing for her. Especially when we don’t know what we’re doing.”

“I know,” I say simply, holding her gaze.

Her lips part as she searches my eyes. “What?”

“I know what we’re doing.” I cuddle her closer. “And you’re going to figure it out sooner rather than later.”

“Dean.” Her voice is shaky, unsure, and I can’t help but quirk my lips at her.

“Kenni.”

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out as I gaze into her eyes. I can see the fear, the uncertainty, but I don’t care. This girl is mine.

She’s always been mine .

“Shower?” She chews on her bottom lip, so I pull it out from between her teeth. “Say yes.”

“Together?” she asks, almost like she thinks I’ll say no.

“Always together,” I say, and her eyes widen ever so slightly. “Then we have a coffee date on the porch.”

Her eyes brighten, the sweetest smile coming over her lips. “We do.”

I love the excitement in her expression, the desire and need she has for me.

I could live off that look alone, just knowing I put it on her face.

I kiss her nose, then she kisses my top lip before nuzzling her nose against my mustache.

I tighten my arms around her, and she does the same.

And while I know we both need a shower, I can’t will myself to move.