Page 47 of Starting Over with You (Beer League Belles #2)

Dean

Six months later…

There is something erotically sexy about Kenni in my hockey jersey.

It’s probably good she never wore my jersey when I was younger.

I’d have probably filled my protective cup with jizz, and my grandma wouldn’t have been happy about that.

Plus, when we were younger, I didn’t know how to make her come like I do now.

And I sure as hell wouldn’t have had the balls to pull her out the back door of the rink and press her into the wall of the Ice Thistle to ravish her.

I have the balls now, and they’re in Kenni’s hand as our tongues and teeth play.

She tastes so fucking good, and I want to inhale her.

She cups me through my athletic shorts, and I groan into her mouth as I push down her leggings.

When I find that she has no panties on, I cut my eyes to hers. “You want me to bust my load, huh?”

She smirks as I drop to my knees and throw her leg over my shoulder before burying my face against her pussy lips. She’s soaked and tastes like heaven. “Fucking hell, Kenni. This pussy is my favorite feast.”

She arches into my mouth, her clit pressing against my tongue, and she cries softly. “Yes, Dean. Please, I need to come.”

“Do you?” I ask, smirking up at her. “Why’s that?”

“You know why.”

“You like the way I handle my stick?” I waggle my brows. We learned very quickly that watching me play hockey gets her going, and you can bet your sweet ass I am reaping the rewards.

Her eyes are dark, heavy lidded. “I love it—more so when you fuck me after scoring and winking at me.”

Her words have me burning from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

I bury my face between her pussy lips again and suck her clit between my lips.

She cries out before she starts rocking against my lips, pure lust shining in those blue eyes.

I slide two fingers into her perfect cunt and moan at how hard she squeezes my fingers.

I still can’t believe that small-dicked fucker tried to tell her that her pussy wasn’t fucking perfect. Just like her.

Not that he’ll ever have pussy again. He’s on trial in the murder-for-hire plot.

And even if he takes a plea, he’ll get twenty years.

If it goes to trial, he could go away for life.

His girl got five years, much to Kenni’s dismay.

She tried to ask them not to prosecute her since they have kids, and I love her for that, but I want that bitch to suffer.

She plotted this murder right along with that fucker of a man.

She knew what she was doing and the risk her kids would be at if they lost their parents.

I want their kids to suffer since their parents tried to take out a woman who is just as loved and needed.

Call me an asshole. I can be when it comes to Kenni.

I devour her until she’s a trembling mess, coming hard against my mouth. I have to fight off my own release. I lick up her slit, sucking her heated flesh and loving how she squirms. “I swear I could do nothing else in this world but eat your pussy.”

“Dean,” she cries, grasping for me. “Fuck me.”

I kiss her belly and then move myself up her body, wedging myself under the shirt.

She giggles and squirms as I lick and nibble at her skin before trapping a nipple between my teeth.

She groans loudly, pressing her hips to mine, and I suck harder, coming off her with a pop.

I make my way up her body, the neckline of my jersey snapping and popping before I’m through it to take her mouth with mine.

She laughs against my lips as I hold her close, trapped with her under the sweater.

Just where I want to be.

“You’ve wrecked the opening of this jersey.”

I scoff. “So? I’m about to wreck this pretty pussy.”

I cup her, and she whimpers before I give her a smacking kiss and back down out of the sweater.

I turn her around, and her hands go up on the wall, her nails digging into the side of the building and perking that sweet ass in the air for me.

I palm the globes of her ass, spreading them apart and drinking from her dripping cunt.

On the edge of exploding all over her, I guide my cock into her sweet heat, and then we’re both moaning.

She feels so good, so tight, and all fucking mine.

My thrusts are brutal, but my girl takes them like a champ. I feel the fluttering of her pussy as her moans get a little sharper, her head dropping back and her mouth falling open. The jersey is above her ass, but my name and number are right there as I fuck her with abandon.

She’s so gorgeous.

Her body clenches around mine out of nowhere, and she cries my name, coming hard.

I’m right behind her. I thrust deep, fully seated as I explode inside her, gasping her name as I rise up on my toes in pleasure.

I rock into her, the overstimulation sending fire up my spine.

I squeeze her hips before running my lips along her neck to her ear. “You’re a dream, KenniLeigh.”

She turns her face to touch her lips to mine, and I fall into the kiss.

Just as I fall into her daily. She kisses my mustache before kissing the tip of my nose. “I love you, Dean.”

God, those words get me every time. I press my nose to her lips and whisper, “I love y?—”

“Now that you’re done, can you please put your clothes on?”

We both freeze. In slow motion, we look over to find Jackson staring off to the side, visibly uncomfortable. “Jackson?”

“Heya, Dean,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Someone called the cops on you two, and when I realized who it was, I figured I’d let you finish since you helped me with Liam.”

“How nice,” I say with a nod. “Thanks, but can you do me a solid and act like we’re not here?”

He hisses out a breath, still unable to look at me. “Sorry, but multiple people complained.”

“Oh my God,” Kenni mutters, and when I look at her, it’s like I’m seeing seventeen-year-old Kenni with running on her mind. Fuck if I don’t fall in love with her all over again.

“Don’t you dare try to run.”

She widens her eyes. “I can’t outrun him!”

“Good,” I say as we quickly get dressed. “I’ll get us out of this.”

Her whole face is bright red, and I’m sure I look the same. We walk toward Jackson, and he sighs deeply when he faces us. “Sorry, guys, but you’re under arrest for public nudity and public indecency.”

Kenni cries out in horror as I laugh. “Come on, Jackson. Just let us off with a warning.”

He shakes his head. “Sorry, Dean. I have orders.”

“Call my dad, and he’ll stop this!” Kenni cries, and my stomach flips .

Fuck.

Jackson grimaces. “His orders.”

“God help me,” she mumbles, and she’s spitting mad when he cuffs her. “I swear I’m going to talk Chelsea into dumping your ass! You know I changed her diapers!”

He guides her and me to the cop car, putting her in first and then me before shutting the door.

“I am going to kill you for this, Dean Moore! Our kids are going to freak!” Then she sees that my hands aren’t cuffed.

“Why aren’t you cuffed?” I can’t help it.

My face breaks into a grin, and her eyes widen.

“Do you think this is a time to be smiling?”

Just like when we were seventeen and eighteen, the red and blue lights flash, making her eyes glow in the darkness. She sits in my jersey, full of my come, and while she’s definitely spitting mad, she’s all mine. “I fell for you in the back of a cop car.”

She glares. “I am aware. But again, this isn’t the time?—”

I hold up a diamond solitaire ring that belonged to my mother and has been passed down through my family.

It’s not much, just a carat, but the part that makes it special is all the initials carved along the gold band.

I added Kenni’s and mine a few weeks ago.

“I figured I’d ask you to marry me in the same place I knew I’d love you for the rest of my days. ”

I watch as her eyes widen, but then they narrow. “You had us arrested to ask me to marry you?”

I grin. “Sure as hell did.”

I reach behind her, unlocking cuffs with the key Jackson handed me, just for her to smack me in the chest. “You ass!”

I laugh then capture her wrist, placing kisses on her palm. “I love you, Kenni.”

Her lip wobbles as her watery eyes meet mine. “I love you.”

I take a sharp breath, still unable to fully comprehend how someone so beautiful and lovely would love me.

With emotion burning in my chest for this girl, I say, “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, back when I thought you smiling at me was the biggest thing I’d ever feel.

Turns out, I was right… It was the start of everything.

” A tear rolls down her cheek, and I feel my own about to fall.

“I’ve loved you through you picking scabs from a blood oath with our sisters, running from the cops, three incredible kids with other people, and every ‘someday’ I ever dreamed about. ”

“Oh, Dean,” she cries, reaching out to cup my hand that is holding the ring between us. “I love you so damn much.”

I wink, and in doing so, a tear rolls down my face.

“So now, I’m asking. And I need you to be real honest with me, none of this holding back how we feel bullshit.

” I waggle my brows, and her dimples flash.

“Will you marry me? Grow old with me on a porch swing, dance only with me, laugh with me, raise a little chaos, and never let go?”

Kenni doesn’t hesitate. I don’t even think she takes a breath. She cups my face and says, “Yes. Forever.”

“And then some.”

As our lips meet with enthusiasm, I know that my life is finally starting.

In the back of a cop car.

…with my KenniLeigh.

THE END