He swept a hand through his midnight-black hair, shoving it over his forehead and seemingly not noticing when it just flopped back around his face. She smiled. His absolute lack of vanity was one of the things she adored about him. Nate was a gorgeous specimen of a man. Not in the slightest bit pretty, just potent testosterone and strong features. He could have been a movie star. Take on the roles Clint Eastwood and Tommy Lee Jones were such masters at. He’d be great, she always thought, with his deep voice and the determined set of his jaw when he decided he wanted something. And if there were any clothes-off scenes she just knew the female members of the audience would swoon.
But he was hers. All hers and she didn’t have to share him. Thank goodness.
Kimberly pressed a kiss to her mother’s cheek and then one to the top of Sophie’s head. “I’ll see you at lunchtime tomorrow.”
“Don’t rush, Mommy. Me and Granny have lots of baking to do, and we might not have eaten all the cakes by then.”
Kimberly laughed. “I’m sure Granny will let you bring some home. Now be a good girl and get into bed when you’re told to.”
“I will. I promise.”
“Bye, love,” Kimberly’s mother said. “Enjoy your evening, and there really is no rush tomorrow. It is Saturday, after all.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it, Mom.” Kimberly smiled and then walked over to Nate.
She rested her hand on his forearm. “We should go. We’ll miss the start of the movie.”
“Movie?” He creased his brow.
Kimberly scowled. How could he not be playing along?
“Ah yes, the movie.” Nate nodded quickly and stood. “Of course. Good to see you, Derek. I’ll hunt up the information on the old Chevy engine for you.”
“Thanks, Nate, I’d appreciate it,” Derek said, shaking Nate’s hand and then turning to Kimberly. “You kids go and have fun. Sophie will be just fine with us, don’t worry about a thing.”
“Thanks, Dad. See you tomorrow.” Kimberly gave her father a quick peck on the cheek and then steered Nate to the hallway.
“We were only supposed to stay for a minute,” she whispered as they put on their shoes.
“Sorry,” Nate mouthed and opened the door.
Once outside, he pulled her close as they walked to his car. “Sorry,” he said again. “It’s just your Dad has a friend who’s bought this old Chevy and he’s renovating it. He wants me to help out.”
“Well, that’s all very well, but this night is supposed to be about us, remember?”
Nate squeezed her close. “Of course I remember. How could I not?” He lowered his voice. “And just so you know, if Sophie hadn’t walked into the kitchen earlier, I may well have stripped you naked right in front of the sink, bent you over and had my wicked way with you.”
Chapter Two
A shiver of delight zipped through Kimberly’s body, the longed-for sexy words as delectable as any caress. “Really?”
“Yes, really.” He stopped in the shadows by the car door and wrapped her in his arms. “This damn Spice Rack and the thought of what each jar might contain has got me feeling like a horny teenager.” He kissed her hard and fast. “We should get ourselves home ASAP and open another jar.”
“Just what I was thinking. And should we make it a seriously hot chili one this time?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively and cupped his ass, hoping her father hadn’t decided to peek out the curtains.
He grinned and there was a roguish glint in his eyes, one that she hadn’t seen for a while. “I don’t care what it says in the jar, because you, baby, are going to get it good.”
“I am?” Oh, what a promise. Kimberly could barely control a delicious tremble of anticipation between her legs.
“Yep, with the bedroom lights on and no holding back your screams of pleasure. I’m going to remind you how we used to… Fuck.”
Kimberly slid her hands from his taut butt and fisted his sweater at his lower back. She couldn’t remember when she’d last heard Nate curse. But it didn’t offend her. Far from it. In fact it turned her on. Fuck. She loved that word. It should be in their lives more often. “Fuck,” she repeated.
He licked his lips. “Yes, we used to fuck like crazy. Do you remember on our honeymoon? We didn’t come out of the hotel room for three days. It was awesome.”
Kimberly nodded, remembering with wonderful clarity how they’d enjoyed each other’s bodies to the max. His stamina in the shower had been incredible and he’d eked out her first multiple orgasm. She’d woken him with a blowjob, the best start to any day ever, he’d later said. They’d also conceived Sophie, a condom having split during a particularly strenuous doggy-style session on the balcony at three in the morning. “I remember,” she whispered against his lips. “It was awesome.”
“It was how we were most of the time.” He stroked his thumb over her cheek. “I still feel the same way about you, you know. I don’t show it so much. Can’t show it so much but that doesn’t mean…” His words trailed off.
“Doesn’t mean what?” She tipped her head and studied the way he nibbled at his bottom lip.
“That when you walk into a room I don’t imagine you naked. When you touch me, even just a hand on my arm, I don’t long for more, much more. Because I do. I miss the old us.”
Damn, so did Kimberly. How could they have let themselves get into this state?
“Not to say I’m not happy with how we are,” he said hurriedly. “I am. You’re the only one for me, you have to know that, not just for today, tomorrow, but forever.” He paused. “But we’re still young, in love and, if that kiss an hour ago is anything to go by, we’re still in lust.”
“Sure, we’re still in lust.” Squeezing a little tighter against him, she felt a hard package behind the fly of his jeans. “Nate! We’re at my parents’.”
He grinned and rubbed his pelvis against her, just a little, the tiniest amount. “I can’t help it. Just talking about fucking you has made me hard enough to hammer nails.”
Kimberly giggled. “Well, we’d best get you home so you can start hammering.”
He gave a snort of laughter. “Yeah, let’s ditch the movie.”
“There was never a movie.” Kimberly batted his arm and leapt into the car. The sooner they got home the sooner the fun would start. She could hardly wait.
Nate pulled away from the curb, his transition up the gears more rapid than usual. Kimberly glanced at his face. His jaw was set at a steely angle and his lips were pressed tight. As the amber glow of the streetlamps slid over his profile she could see his nostrils flaring as he breathed.
She squirmed on the seat, heat flooding between her legs. The need to have him above her, ramming into her, giving in to desire, was too much to bear. She could imagine it so clearly, what they would be doing the very minute they got home. Naked, sweaty, tearing at each other’s clothes—their hunt for satisfaction a wild frenzy as basic instincts took over every thought and movement. They may have to get the first one out of the way before they opened the second spice jar.
Kimberly pressed her legs together and continued to stare at her husband. His fingers gripped the wheel, his biceps tensing to bricks beneath his sweater, their outline clear. She let her gaze slip lower, to his groin. The lap belt cut across his waistband, bunching his top slightly. Beneath that there was a healthy bulge.
“Nate,” she said, sliding her hand onto his thigh. A truly sinful idea had just popped into her head. It would be the answer to their problem. But could she turn it into reality?
He tensed but kept his eyes on the road. “Yep?”
“You know that spice jar?”
“Yep.”
“How it said express your love on the move.”
“Yep.” He glanced across at her. His eyes narrowed briefly then he turned his attention back to the near empty highway that led to the outskirts of town.
“I have an idea.” Kimberly undid her belt and sidled into the middle section of the bench-style seat. “I th
ink I know how we can fulfill the challenge before moving on to the next one.”
“Baby, there’s nowhere to stop around here without having the cops pull up within a few minutes.”
“I don’t want you to stop.” She slid her hand higher, up his thigh and onto the solid stretch of denim that was straining against his cock.
“Ah Jesus, careful, Kim.”
Kimberly ignored him and gave the impressive swelling in his groin a stroke and a squeeze.
“Shit, like I said, be careful. I haven’t been this hot for it in a while. I might just come in my pants.” He shifted on the seat.
“Ah, poor Nate.” She barely suppressed a giggle.
“Yes, poor Nate. These damn jeans—it’s getting pretty uncomfortable.” He scowled at her. “And you’re not helping.”
“But I think I can.” She licked her lips.
“Not for another twenty minutes you can’t, not ’til we get home.”
“But this is perfect. I have a way to express my love for you on the move. Right here, right now.” Carefully Kimberly eased the buttons on Nate’s fly free, releasing some of the pressure the wedge of flesh was causing.
“What the hell are you doing?” Again Nate flashed his attention her way, but just for a second. The road was long and straight but it was a fast route and known for deer wandering across the lanes. “Kim?”
“I’m going to suck you off, Nate. Now, while you’re driving us home.” Kimberly could hardly believe she’d said it. Such crass words didn’t usually fall from her lips. She was a wife and mother, the woman who worked part-time at the mall in an organic cosmetics shop. She’d just told her husband she was going to suck him off as he drove them home!
“Kimberly.” There was shock in Nate’s tone.
“Don’t stress, let me do all the work. You just keep your eyes on the road, Big Boy.” Oh wow, she was really getting into the role. Big Boy!
But it was only the truth. Ignoring the long hiss of breath Nate released, Kimberly tugged his thick shaft free from his jeans and boxers. She couldn’t quite gain access to his balls but that was okay, she’d give them some special attention later. When they were both completely naked and nothing hampered her way.
“We could get into a lot of shit for this,” Nate said, lifting his right arm slightly so Kimberly could slot her head and shoulders onto his lap.
“It’s a risk we’ll have to take. We can’t afford to join the mile high club, but we can become members of the highway club.” She snickered and let her upper body settle on the hardness of his thighs.
His cock head was right there for the taking. She couldn’t remember when she’d last treated Nate to oral sex. His birthday a few months ago maybe? No, that hadn’t been this year, perhaps last or, she thought shamefully, the year before.
Poor Nate. She’d been a terrible wife. Every guy deserved to have oral adoration bestowed upon the favorite part of his anatomy every now and then. But it was okay, because that was all going to change right now. She’d treat him to the best goddamn head he’d ever received in his life. She’d blow not just his cock but also his mind.
After licking her lips, she swiped her tongue over his slit, drawing in the musky, heated flavor of him. Fuck, she’d missed that.
His cock twitched as though the wet contact had surprised him. “Kim, baby…”
Kimberly slipped her tongue around his glans, delving into every smooth ridge and then flicking over the taut band of skin on the underside. He was so hard and solid, more beautiful than she remembered.
She shut her eyes, let the drone of the engine fade into the background and ignored the small rumbles of the road vibrating through her body.
Nate’s hips canted upward, just a little, as though seeking more. Kimberly didn’t need to be asked twice. She stretched her mouth into a wide “O” and sank to his root. The feel of him filling her mouth to capacity was incredible. Why hadn’t she indulged in this at every opportunity they had?
A sudden jolt as if the car had hit a pothole almost dislodged him from her mouth.
“Fucking hell,” Nate said, resting his hand on her head for the briefest of moments. “That’s too good. I can hardly concentrate.”
She withdrew. “You’ll be fine,” she said. “We have to do this on the move, remember. Just keep driving straight ahead.”
“I don’t know if I—”
Kimberly was determined. She fed him deep into her mouth again, cushioning his length with her tongue, hugging and massaging him with adoring strokes.
His moan of appreciation rattled around the interior of the car and settled in her chest. Oh, he liked that all right, the licks and swirls, the strength of her tongue against his shaft. The slight suction she’d created to draw him deeper.
She carried on, lost in her task, circling the base of his stalk with her finger and thumb and rubbing and squeezing, caressing the section of cock not in her mouth.
He was so bloated now, the fatness of his erection stretched her jaw wide.
They hit another hole. Nate cursed and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pushed her head deeper into his lap.
Kimberly had never known a thrill like it. He wanted so much more. Had to have it and there was only her, his wife, who could do the job. She allowed him to exert more pressure, taking him so deep she could feel the tickle of her gag reflex getting ready to react. But she didn’t care. The first sweet drips of pre-cum were coating her palate. Soon he would explode, he didn’t get much harder than he was right now.
“Get ready for it… Ah…yeah.” Nate groaned above her.
Another jolt unsteadied her on his lap. The car swerved to the right and she was forced to put a hand onto his stomach to steady herself. But with great pride, she didn’t let his cock slip from her hungry mouth.
“Baby, I’m going to, ah… Fuck it.”
The explosion was rapid, almost violent the way his cum shot thickly into her throat. Kimberly swallowed, catching snippets of breath when she could, and kept on working him.
Nate was thrusting his hips toward her, shifting her on his lap. She took him deeper still and was rewarded with a wonderful moan of bliss that drowned out the sounds around her.
Almost.
One sound was becoming louder and louder. The wail, unmistakable.
Kimberly opened her eyes and saw a red and blue flash wash over Nate’s black sweater.
Damn.
Quickly she let him fall from her mouth into her waiting palm.
“Shit.” Nate said. “Shit, shit, shit.” He shoved at her. “Sit up, goddamn it. Oh fuck.”
Kimberly sat upright, grabbed her seat belt and buckled up. Her heart was pounding, her breaths short and sharp. The taste of Nate still coated her tongue and she wiped at the corner of her lips, checking for stray splashes of cum.
Nate was slowing now, drawing the car to a halt on the side of the road.
“Fucking hell, Kim. I told you not to do it. Now look at the fucking mess we’re in.”
“You weren’t complaining ten seconds ago.” Kimberly crossed her arms and watched the neon lights trace the dash.
“Ten seconds ago I wouldn’t have complained if a nuclear bomb had gone off.” He scrabbled with his jeans buttons. “Shit.”
A tap on the window grabbed Kimberly’s attention, as did the bright beam of flashlight that homed in on Nate’s hands doing up his fly.
Kimberly gulped. Pretty damn incriminating if the cop had a dirty mind.
“Good evening, Officer,” Nate said, winding down the window. He took a deep breath, gave a winning smile and placed his hands back on the wheel.
“Not particularly,” the cop said. “I’m just taking this prisoner transportation van from one station to the other, minding my own business because I want to get home to the fajitas my wife has promised me, and then I see you, driving like a lunatic all over the road.”
“I’m sorry, Officer. I think there might be something wrong with the car. It’s a little unsteady. I’l
l get it checked out tomorrow morning.”
“Mmm, the odd thing is…” The officer swept the beam of light over Kimberly.
She pursed her lips and knotted her fingers in her lap. Tried her best to hold his stare and look innocent.
He flicked the light back at Nate’s face.
Nate blinked rapidly.
“I thought you, sir, were alone.” He raised his eyebrows. “But it seems that really isn’t the case.”
“My wife and I are just going home,” Nate said. “We only live in Harbor View. Not much farther.”
The cop moved backward. “Can you step out of the car please?”
“What?” Nate said. “Listen, I’m sorry, okay. I’ll get that wobble seen to as soon as it’s morning.” His voice held a note of anger and disbelief.
“Do I have to repeat myself?” The officer skimmed his fingers over his belt. It held a variety of mean-looking things, including a gun.
Nate hesitated. He clenched and unclenched his fists, something Kimberly knew he did when harnessing his temper. He then stepped out of the car.
His door slammed and the next thing Kimberly could see was her husband’s chest and abdomen. The officer had spun him around and kicked his legs wide, forcing him against his door.
Kimberly pressed her fingers to her lips. This was awful. Nate, her Nate, was being treated like a common criminal.
Quickly she got out of the car and scooted around to the other side. “Please, Officer. It’s not what you think. Really, we were just—”
“Kimberly.” Nate shot her a look of pure horror.
“It’s my fault, honestly. Please, don’t arrest my husband.” Panic coursed through her. The factory was always laying off people, and if Nate lost his job there, a record wouldn’t exactly look good when applying somewhere else. How would they survive then?
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