by Allie York
“The food will get cold.” She looks back over her shoulder and the look she gives me tells me exactly what she wants. Damn right that food is getting cold.
“I’m not turning off the fucking lights,” I growl, running my hand from her ass up her spine, following that arch, and grabbing the back of her neck. I wrap my fingers around the side and feel her pulse fluttering under my fingers. I pull her toward me turning her head to kiss me from behind, my cock pressing into her ass through my boxers. I drop them to the floor because I know if I’m not inside her now, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.
“Lights on. Got it.” When I pull my lips from hers, her voice comes out breathy. Good. I slide my hand down between her legs and run my fingers over her wet panties.
“You are soaked for me. You knew exactly what you were doing in here. Walking around my house like this.” I lean forward to say the words in her ear, pressing my hard cock harder into her ass cheeks. She moans when I stroke along the wet fabric again. I step back, grabbing her panties, dragging them down her legs, and give her ass a little smack on the way back up. Kat squeaks and looks back at me, wild hair framing her face, lust in her stormy eyes. I pull my cock out and press on her lower back to bend her at a better angle. I drag the head through her wetness, loving the little purring sounds she makes. Her hips shift, trying to take me inside her, but I pull back, tormenting her a little more.
“Drake.” The look she throws over her shoulder almost has me dropping to my knees and proposing. God, I love when she begs me to fuck her.
“Hold on to the counter.” I command and her fingers grip the edge of the countertop. I slide into her warmth, and she moans. Fuck taking it slow this time. I grab her hips, slamming into her over and over. Last night was about showing her how things can be, this is about making sure she comes and me getting off is a bonus. Her hair bounces, her ass jiggles every time my hips slam into them, and I reach below her and find her clit. Her moans grow in intensity, and I feel her tightening around me almost instantly. Kat throws her head back, pussy tightening around me like a vise, she screams my name and that’s all it takes for my balls to tighten, spilling into her, pleasure streaking through every muscle. My knees go weak, and I lean to plant my hands next to hers on the counter, bottoming out inside her. Her pussy wrings the release from me, and I’m glad I grabbed the counter for support.
“Oh wow.” Kat sighs when I pull out of her and peel off my shirt to clean up the mess we made in the kitchen. I make sure to wipe her legs off then bend to pull her panties back into place. I tuck myself in my boxers. Kat spins toward me and I kiss her nose before we sit to eat breakfast.
Chapter Ten
Kat
“Was it terrible?” Drake backs me toward his truck, a glint in his eye that I’m becoming very familiar with. I hit the truck and his hands are on me, one on my waist the other in my hair.
“Your family is charming and sweet and I’m jealous.” I smile against his lips and throw my arms around his neck.
“Ah, but from what I know, your family seems…” Drake laughs. “I can’t even pretend. Your sister slept with your fiancé.”
As much as I shouldn’t find it funny, I do. “She did. And my niece or nephew was almost my stepchild.” I bite my lip to keep from laughing.
“Darlin, that’s fucked up.” He shakes his head. “Have you thought about that plan I laid out for you? You met my parents, went shopping with me, you know you like being in my bed every night. Stay here with me.” All joking is gone and the honesty in his gaze almost brings me to my knees.
“I’m thinking on it,” I admit. If anyone had any idea how bad I want to say screw my old life and stay here with Drake forever, they’d think I’m crazy. I do though. I want to move into his little apartment and start a family. I want to work in his bar and have dinner on Sundays with his parents. I want Eden’s baby to call me Aunt Kat. But this isn’t my home. My family isn’t loving or supportive, but they're all I have. I just don’t know if I can walk away from everything I know to start over with a man I just met.
“What’s there to think about? You’re going to stand there and tell me this doesn’t feel right? Like you coming to my bar for help doesn’t mean something? You could have stopped anywhere in Forever. There’re restaurants, shops, hell, there’s another fucking bar. But you walked into mine and came to me. You going to go back to Will and your sister?” His words are like a slap in the face. I lean back and look up at him.
“I have other family. Friends, a job. I don’t know if I want to leave that forever.” I can’t look into his eyes anymore and stare down at the new shoes we bought today. We. I said we in my own inner monologue. We also bought new drapes and cheesy hand towels for the kitchen. We.
“Who said you could never go see them? Nashville is less than an hour away, I’ll take you anytime you want. Hell. I’ll give you my truck keys, but I know if you go back to that life permanently, you’ll be miserable.” Drake kisses my head and walks away to go get in the car. The sun hits my face without his shade there to block it. I know he has a point; I feel the connection to him. It’s more than I ever felt with Will. So much more. But can I stay here? Can I embrace small town life away from my family, friends, my job? I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon right now, but I’m thinking about moving in with a man I just met.
The truck rumbles to life against my back and I hurry to climb in. “I need time,” I whisper once I sit down. Drake nods once and we pull away from his parents’ huge farmhouse. I watch the sights through the window, leaning my head against the cold glass on the way back to O’Malley’s. The town goes by in a blur. It’s a nice day, not too cold, sun shining, and people walk through town. I cross my arms over my chest, thinking about my former life plans. Marry Will, move into the house his parents bought us for our wedding, get pregnant, and quit my job. Pop out as many kids as Dr. Will Flack wants and be a stay-at-home mom to take care of them. Will even said he’d make sure I had an ample allowance for the salon and clothes. A sour taste rises up my throat. I want to be married, be a mom, but I also want a job, hobbies that don’t involve looking pretty, and something to come to when my kids are grown. I want things that make me happy and fulfill me as a person, not just being a man’s wife with no identity of my own. I want to serve on the PTA and bake cookies while still going out with friends, having a life of my own. I want passion. The kind of passion I feel with Drake.
I glance at Drake. “You alright, darlin?”
“Yeah. Just thinking.” I watch him drive, staring at the way his hand hangs over the top of the wheel, his muscular arm on display as he maneuvers into the parking place at the front of the bar.
“Oh, what the fuck?” Drake growls under his breath. I follow his line of sight to see a group banging on the door of O’Malley’s. “Stay here.” Drake turns off the truck, pulls the keys, and hops out. A face turns toward us when his door slams and I recognize it. I recognize all of them. I get out and Drake steps in front of me. “I got this. Get in the truck.” I push past him.
“What are you doing here?” I demand. A movement to my right makes me look and Will appears with three police officers flanking him “What’s going on?”
“He’s holding her against her will, officers.” Will points at Drake who lets out a chuckle. A few feet from us the cops look at me and then at each other. They seem confused.
“What’s. Going. On?” I cross my arms and step in closer to Drake. He lays a hand on my shoulder.
“Oh sweetie!” My mom looks at the officers before coming to hug me, awkwardly patting my back. Christine is next to her, and I glare at my sister. “This was all a misunderstanding, Katherine. Come home, we’ll get you a new dress and things can go as planned.” Christine’s eyes go wide, and she shoots daggers at me. My mother has never called me sweetie and the last time she was affectionate, I was five. I push her off me.
“I’m not getting a new dress and going on like my fiancé putting his dick in my sister was a mis
understanding!” I yell at my mother. She gasps. The cops laugh. I look to the chuckling cops. “I’m twenty-two. No one is holding me against my will. Except them, now, because I just want to go upstairs, change, and curl up with my man and a movie.” I emphasize the word ‘my’ when I see my sister eying Drake like she wants a repeat of ‘steal Kat’s man.’
“You’re here of your own free will?” The one officer steps forward, his name tag says he’s a Sergeant and his last name is MacLeod.
“Do I look upset about being here?” I press my side against Drake’s.
“No Ma’am. Hey Drake. Sorry about all this.” He nods at Drake and takes a step back.
“She stole my car!” Will pushes his way past Sergeant MacLeod.
“Right, that. Where’s the car in question, sir?” The Sergeant looks so put out by all this. Will points at his Bentley. “And who drove it here?” He knows damn well that Will drove it here. Will doesn’t answer.
“Why am I even here?” My sister finally speaks.
“To get your sister to come to her senses! Tell her what you told me.” My mother looks between us hopefully.
Christine rolls her eyes. “The baby might not be Will’s.”
“What?” Will’s voice hits a pitch he shouldn’t be capable of.
“See, so you can go on like this little indiscretion didn’t happen.” My mom waves her hand around indicating something, but I’m not sure what. Will keeps shrieking, Christine starts yelling back, and Drake lets out a whistle that makes everyone stop talking.
He looks directly at Will. “You fuck her?” He tips his head at my sister and Will’s face goes red. “That’s a yes. It happen more than once?” Christine looks at the ground. Drake’s eyes land on me and I meet his gaze. “You deserve better than this shit and you know it.” I can see everything he’s trying to tell me in his dark gaze.
I turn to the officers. “Are we done here? Can we go home?” I take Drake’s hand and lace our fingers. The Sergeant nods and rolls his eyes at the drama around him. “Thanks.” I start toward the door. My mother grabs my arm to stop me.
“You walk through that door, and we’re done with you.” Her eyes narrow.
I take the keys from Drake, stick them in the lock, and smile at my mom. “Bye Mom.” I turn the key, push the door, and pull Drake in after me.
Drake slams the door, turns the lock, and pulls me to him, turning me so I’m pressed into the door, his body flush with mine. “You’re staying?” He moves my hair and kisses down my neck.
“Until you get tired of me.” I breathe the words, threading my fingers into his hair, and pulling him to my lips for a kiss.
“So, I get you forever.” Drake rests his hands on my hips, wolfish grin on his face, and a naughty glint in his eyes.
“We’ll see.” I wink at him and pull him in for another kiss.
Epilogue
Drake
“Problem here, fellas?” I come and rest a hand on Kat’s shoulder, staring down the drunk fucker who just touched my wife’s ass.
“Yeah, tell her to turn around so I can get a better grip.” The guy’s words slur. I can’t blame him really; Kat has a fantastic ass.
“Not gonna happen my friend, I don’t take kindly to men, no matter how drunk, touchin’ my woman.” I give him a pointed look, watching the gears turn, and when it clicks, he looks up at me.
“I said I can handle it.” Kat gives me one hell of a side eye, but I ignore it and rest another hand on her stomach, a little reminder that she doesn’t get to handle shit anymore. It’s a tiny bump, curving perfectly into my palm. “Oh good god, I’m pregnant, not weak. You know in a few months I’m going to be pushing a whole human from… Whatever.” She rolls her eyes at me and storms off. Or she tries.
I pull her back. “Drop the attitude or we’ll go to the office for a chat.” I try to fight the smile tugging at my lips. Her face flushes red and she bites her lip. “That’s what I thought.” I wink and let her arm go. Her ass sways a little more than normal when Kat struts away. She’s asking for it. I turn back to the man who touched her and stare him down. “Are you going to be a problem?” I ask. He shakes his head and turns back to his friends and the game on the TVs.
“You have to quit doing that to her.” Roni rolls her eyes and pours Jack into a glass before sliding it to the other end of the bar. A man catches it and raises it in thanks. Roni nods.
“She’s fine. And she does that shit to me all the time.” I laugh and watch her ring in tabs at the end of the bar. When she came in here six months ago, wedding dress taking up more space than three people, tears in her eyes, I knew. And I was right. Kat came into my life at the perfect time for both of us. We got married six weeks later and now, in a few months, we’ll have a rugrat of our own. I can’t wait to do life with her. I watch Kat finish the tabs, slip through the opening in the counter, and disappear to the back with a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure I’m watching. I scan the bar, see Roni has it covered, and follow Kat.
I find her shoes as soon as I walk back into the stockroom. A shirt is in the middle of the floor, then a bra. Pants are right outside the office door. I push it open to find Kat on the couch, laid out for me like a fucking buffet. I pick up the panties on the floor, add them to the pile, and lock the door behind me. “You know we have patrons out there.” I stalk toward her, taking my shirt off as I go and unbuttoning my jeans.
“I know.” She smiles at me.
“Get up.” I stand over her, cock in my hand, stroking it in anticipation. Kat sighs like she’s over my shit, but her eyes fixate on my hand. I laugh. She gets to her feet and steps in close. “Hands on the desk.” I point with my free hand and her eyes move from mine to my open fly. She licks her lips. “Now.” I drop my voice an octave and she does what I say, shaking her ass a little. I give my cock a few more pumps before taking my place behind her, grabbing her hips and running the head through her wet pussy a few times. Kat whimpers and shifts, trying to back up onto it. I hold her still, grab her other hip and thrust home. Kat moans. We don’t have a lot of time, my wife is hot as fuck, and I’m not gonna last forever like this. Her pussy starts convulsing within seconds as I set a punishing pace.
“Drake.” My name comes from her sweet lips like a sigh, and I grab her hair, twisting the curls in my hand enough to tug a little, but not hurt and her moans get louder.
“You think it’s funny to get me like this don’t you? Make me all fucking hard when you tease me at work.” I lean forward to growl in her ear and dig my fingers into her hips. Kat nods. “Little fucking tease,” I grumble. “Touch yourself,” I demand and one hand comes off the desk to rub her clit. Her pussy clenches around me and I pick up my pace, tugging her hair a little harder. Kat cries out, my name echoes around the office, and I come, hard. My muscles tense, pleasure shoots down my spine as I empty into her. Kat’s moans turn into whimpers and my pace slows, drawing out the last of our orgasms. I lean forward and kiss her back.
When I pull out, I tuck myself back into my boxers and grab a towel to clean her up, much like the first time we did that in my office. “I love you.” Kat reaches for her clothes, but I take her panties and get on my knees to let her step into them. Her legs shake and I know I’ve done my job.
I kiss her head, running my hands up her ribcage to cup her breasts, when I brush her nipples, she shudders. “Feel better?” I arch a brow and she swats my chest.
“Yes, but this is the part where you tell me you love me too.” She slips on her bra and I’m a little sad to see those amazing tits put away, but I can’t have my patrons seeing them, then I’d be in prison.
“I love you, darlin.” I pull her into my arms, kissing her head and she sighs.
“Forever?” She asks hopefully.
“Forever.” I cup her face and tip her mouth up to mine.
The End
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