Page 37 of Starting Over with You (Beer League Belles #2)

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FOUR

Dean

Kenni doesn’t have to tell me twice.

I tug her with me as I open the door to my truck, grabbing the box of condoms I bought on my way to work. I shake them at her, and her laughter is intoxicating as I pull her into the station.

“We can’t do this here!” she whisper-yells, and I give her a look that leaves no room for discussion.

“We can, and we will.”

She doesn’t put up a lick of a fight as I hustle her past the fire truck to the little door that holds all our gear.

I almost take her on the truck, have her ride me for a core memory later, but four volunteers are on duty tonight, and I need her all to myself.

We have a lot to talk about, but there is something so fucking sexy about her lips moving against mine, her eyes trained on mine as she sings words I have been singing for weeks with her in mind.

I can’t begin to express how great it was to see her get out of the car.

I don’t care that it’s the middle of the night; I couldn’t sleep because I felt things between us weren’t what I wanted them to be .

I could have called or texted, but I wanted to say what I had to say in person.

Now, I’m going to ravish my woman.

I drag her into the room, using her body to shut the door before I slam my mouth to hers.

She threads her fingers through my hair as I drop the condoms to the floor, grab her by the backs of her knees, and hoist her up against the door.

Her thighs cradle my hips as fire helmets clank to the floor, bouncing around, but our kiss is unstoppable.

Her skirt isn’t formfitting, so it’s easy for me to find her soft flesh, kneading it and pulling her ass cheeks apart.

I get lost in her kiss. Her fingernails bite into my scalp as she rolls her hips along my hardening cock, leaving me panting against her mouth.

“You are everything, Kenni,” I murmur against her lips. “I want only you.” Forever , but I leave that part off. I can’t show her all my cards yet; I feel like she’ll run for the hills. She licks my lips, and I groan into her mouth when she sucks my bottom lip between her teeth.

Her eyes are sinful, dark, and delicious as she whispers, “You’re gonna get us caught.”

“No way. I can control myself.”

Her lips tip up, challenge burning in those baby blues.

She pushes my chest back, then shimmies down my body to put her feet on the floor.

She kicks off her shoes, then pulls off her dress to show she’s only wearing a barely there thong.

My mouth is dry as she slowly lowers to her knees, cupping her breasts as she rolls her pink nipples between her fingers. She looks like a fucking goddess.

“Kenni,” I breathe, and she gives me a dirty grin.

She reaches for my pants, undoing them with a flick of her thumb before pushing them and my boxers down my legs.

She grips my base, squeezing me to the point of delicious pain and forcing me to hiss sharply.

Her eyes dance as she licks my leaking tip, and I’m not responsible for the noise that leaves my lips.

A whimper.

A sob.

A laugh .

Fuck, you got me. And hell, she’s got me by the balls.

Literally.

She licks her lips. “You gotta be quiet for me.”

Only this woman could have me on the edge twenty-four seven.

She licks up the underside of my cock before swirling her tongue over the tip and then taking me deep in that hot mouth of hers.

Her eyes are wide, set on me as she sucks me hard in her gorgeous mouth.

I rise up on my toes, slamming my hands against the door as I bite back my moan.

She looks pleased by my action, her eyes bright and wanton as she moves up and down my length like I’m her favorite flavor of popsicle.

She’s eager, and the way she’s moaning around my cock has me curling my toes in my boots.

“Every time you do this, I forget my own name,” I say, my mouth falling open as she looks up at me with a teasing glint in her gaze.

She pulls off me, but her lips are right at my tip. “It’s Dean—my favorite thing to scream.”

“Fuuuck,” I moan as she takes me to the back of her throat once more. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do. Kenni,” I bite out as I start to jerk in her mouth. “You’ve ruined me.”

She hums around my cock, her eyes wild and so fucking pretty. I know if I don’t stop her, she’ll suck my soul out of my cock. Today is not the day I die, so I take her jaw and pull myself out of her mouth, despite her protest. “Hey!”

I lift her up and then turn her around. I knock a few coats off the hooks, but her ample ass is all I see.

I guide her to the wall of oxygen tanks, and then I position her hands on the metal rack so she can hold on.

She’s breathing hard as she looks over her shoulder at me.

I cover her back with my chest, my cock getting trapped between her ass cheeks as I suck on her shoulder and neck. “You’re so damn sexy.”

She whimpers as I yank off her thong, ripping it into pieces before throwing it on the floor.

I place one hand over hers on the rack and then slide the other one down her belly before I cup her pussy.

I dip a finger into her, groaning at how soaked she is for me.

“My girl loves sucking her man’s cock, huh? ”

“Yes. Fuck yes,” she moans as I circle her clit, her back arching and her ass trapping my cock between her thick cheeks. “Fuck me, Dean, please.”

“Jesus,” I mutter as I move my hand to my cock to direct it into her, but then I remember the condoms. “Fuck. Damn it. Shit,” I curse, but before I can move, she wraps her hand around my wrist, stilling my fingers that are playing with her clit.

“Just pull out.”

I moan. Like a fucking paid whore. “That’s dangerous, darlin’.”

“It’s not that time, and you’ll pull out.”

I grip my cock, directing it to her tight hole. “I will, but know I can’t wait to fill this cunt with my come.”

And we are both moaning like whores once I thrust inside her. She’s fucking tight, so wet, warm, and my heart stops dead in my chest. I press my forehead into her shoulder as I draw in a deep breath.

“You fill me so good, babe.”

“You’re made for me,” I growl against her shoulder as I pull out, just to thrust back in.

Her ass presses into my thighs, jiggling with each thrust. It’s fucking hot.

When my hand cracks against her fair skin, she moans even louder, squeezing my cock in a way I’ve never experienced.

“Fuck, Kenni. You like me spanking this sweet ass.”

“I just like you. Fuck me harder, Dean. Please. Please. I want to come so badly.”

Her words fuel the fire in my soul, and I’m lost for her.

I slam into her, the motion making the oxygen tanks rattle, but we’re both too far gone to care.

Her ass slaps against my hips as I jerk into her in a rhythm timed with the roll of my fingers against her clit.

Kenni is whimpering in the most seductive way, and when I feel her start to squeeze around my cock, I pick up speed on both my thrusts and my fingers circling her clit.

“Fuck, I love your cock. ”

I chuckle against her ear, flicking my tongue along her lobe in time with my fingers. “Yeah, you do. Just like I love this tight little cunt. I’m yours, KenniLeigh. All yours. Come on your fucking cock.”

She whimpers. “I don’t know what is going to make me come harder.

” She reaches up, wrapping her hand around my neck and threading her fingers into the curls at the back of my neck.

She tilts her hips up, my cock sinking deeper inside her.

“That slutty stache against my ear or the words you’re saying. ”

I chuckle, rubbing my mustache along her ear, then I bottom out inside her. Both of us moan low and deep before I mutter, “Both, darlin’. Fucking both.”

I press hard into her clit, and she comes on a silent cry, my name a whispered chant as I lose control.

She’s squeezing me so fucking hard, I swear I go cross-eyed as it all becomes too much.

I can feel her everywhere. It takes serious effort to pull from her sweet heat, but the moment my come covers the small of her back, her ass cheeks, and the red mark from my hand, I feel like I could come all over again.

I know it can’t happen, but damn if it doesn’t feel like it.

I squeeze her hip with one hand, while I use my other to rub my come into the faint handprint I left behind.

I revel in the sight, in the feelings that only this woman can evoke in me.

I wrap my arm around her, turning her so that our chests press together before I capture her mouth with mine.

She whines beautifully for me as I search her mouth with my tongue, my heart beating hard just for her.

She brings her hands up to wrap around my neck, and we tease each other with our mouths as our breathing returns to normal.

When she kisses my nose, I kiss her chin.

When she goes for my jaw, I nibble on her cheek.

It isn’t until our noses are pressed together, our eyes embracing, and we have smiles on our lips that I’m able to form coherent words.

“Two weeks.”

Her brow hikes up. “Huh?”

“I can handle two weeks to figure out how to tell the kids, Missy, and deal with that fucker you married. ”

Silence settles between us, and I’m relieved when she nods. “Okay.”

“Not a minute longer,” I warn, capturing her jaw with my fingers. “I want the world to know that KenniLeigh Colburn is all mine.”

Slowly, she curves her lips, and fire dances in those blue depths, leaving me struggling for my next breath. There may be six oxygen tanks right behind her, but when she smiles like that, I don’t think even they could help me breathe right.