I stiffened with each added jibe.
By the time she’d stopped to see what I thought was my understanding, I’d been ready to throat punch her.
“You wouldn’t be a good match,” she continued when she saw what was likely the anger on my face.
The basket I’d grabbed on the way into the store, one of the small ones that you held in the crook of your arm, felt like a lead weight around my arm.
“And he got another girl pregnant years ago, and just decided to kill that girl so he didn’t have to deal with the kid.”
I reached forward and dropped the lube into my basket.
Each time she said something, I dropped another thing in it.
“The kid’s dying, and he just now saw her yesterday.”
I picked up the ribbed condoms and put them in the basket, too.
“I saw Ariya and her together a few hours ago. Doing everything by themselves,” she continued. “Tate’s a piece of trash.”
By the time she stopped talking because she heard the door at the front open, announcing another customer, I’d filled my basket almost completely full.
I had condoms—four different types. Ribbed, for her pleasure. Ultra thin. Lubed. And glow in the dark.
I also had at least eight different types of lube, massage gel, and what looked to be an anal douche…which I was fairly sure I’d never be using.
But the look on her face when I added each one to the basket was too perfect, and now she would have to check me out.
Grinning, I made a detour to the cold food section, got two bottles of whipped cream, and then got my bread.
Once I arrived at the checkout, Maria was there ringing up another one of my father’s congregation, Don Williams.
I took the basket and upended it on the conveyor belt, then stared at Don for a few long seconds before saying, “I’m in a serious relationship with Tate Casey, and we have lots of awesome sex. I don’t care that he has a daughter. No, I don’t care that his mother sleeps with married men. No, I don’t care that his father left him, because I will be there for him if he ever needs or wants that support. Also, I’m fairly sure that I won’t be needing these condoms because we like to get messy.”
Don’s eyes widened into what resembled saucers.
“Good to know that, darlin’.”
I bit my lip and looked at the other customer that I’d sensed coming up behind me during my tirade.
And winced.
Had I known that it was him behind me, I definitely wouldn’t have said anything. He didn’t need to know what the town thought of his family, as well as our relationship.
He had bread in his own hand.
How the hell had I not seen him when I’d gone to that aisle? We’d have to literally pass right by each other to get to that particular part of the store.
I blushed.
“I…”
He laughed and pulled me into his chest.
“Don’t worry about it baby,” he said. “But,” his eyes went down to my pile of goodies that Maria was still glaring at. “You can ditch the condoms. You’re right. We won’t be needing them.”
Then he reached forward and took all of the condoms out, setting them on top of the candy that was above the belt.
I had the sudden urge to throw myself at him.
Normally, I might not have done it.
But that was the old Hennessy, the one who cared what her dad thought.
The new Hennessy, the one that was a free spirit now thanks to the man standing next to her, she liked showing her man how much he meant to her.
Which was why I threaded my arms around his neck, pulled him down to my mouth, and fused my lips to his.
The kiss quickly ended up getting out of hand.
One second I was kissing him with just a little bit of tongue, and the next he practically had me leaning over the checkout counter.
“I have the right to refuse service!” Maria cried. “Get out of my store!”
“That’s like a hundred dollars worth of stuff,” came a soft reply. “I’ll get you over here.”
I looked over at Lark and grinned. “Thanks.”
I scooped everything up, holding some of it in my tank top, which caused my belly to become exposed and Maria’s eyes to get even bigger, and dropped it all on Lark’s counter.
She checked everything out, including Tate’s bread, and said the total. Wincing at spending a hundred and twenty bucks on lubrication, I pulled out my card to pay when a crisp one hundred dollar bill, and a slightly folded twenty came over my head.
Lark took the money, put it into the cash register, and handed me my bags.
Tate took those, too.
I waved at Don, flipped Maria off, and walked out with Tate two steps in front of me.
I watched as his back muscles bunched as he transferred the bags to one hand and held out his hand for me to take.
I did, and looked up at him.
“You’re sure you’re not mad?” I whispered uncertainly.
“No, not mad.”
He sounded mad.
I looked up at his jaw, studied his beard as well as the glasses that had magically appeared out of what had to be his pocket.
He was dressed for work in a black ‘Hail Auto Recovery’ t-shirt, stained dark washed blue jeans, and his normal dirty work boots that still had traces of mud on the tread.
His jaw was set, and he was staring straight ahead at his truck.
I was parked right next to it, at the very back of the lot.
The place that we were at meant that no one was around us, and the brick wall at the back of the lot trying to pretty the place up meant we had nobody that could see us when he rounded the corner of his truck.
The moment that we were out of the view of the grocery store, he dropped the bags on the ground, and suddenly I was shoved up against the back retaining wall with two hundred and fifty pounds of man blanketing me.
Then his mouth was on mine, and his hand was in my pants.
I was so surprised by it all that I didn’t fight him at all. They were down around my ankles before I could even so much as protest.
Chapter 22
The question isn’t ‘who is going to let me?’ It’s ‘who is going to stop me?’
-Tate to Hennessy
Tate
“What are you...mmmmmm.”
Hennessy’s surprise was cut off the moment my mouth met hers. One second she was following behind my hasty steps, and the next she had her back against the wall with me pinning her in place.
“Tate,” she breathed when I let her up for air.
“I love you.”
Her eyes went wide at my declaration.
“You…what?”
She sounded so cute and confused that I only smiled at her, waiting for what I said to penetrate that hard outer shell that she protected so fiercely.
“You heard me,” I said.
“You can’t love me!” she cried out, pushing away from me.
I didn’t budge, though. Instead I held steady, keeping her pinned to the wall with my hips and nothing else.
“I can love you if I want to love you,” I informed her drolly. “You can’t make me not love you.”
“You can’t love me!” she repeated again, poking me in the chest.
I grinned at her. “That right?”
She nodded, looking fierce.
“Why?”
She opened her mouth to reply with something haughty, I was sure, but stopped and tilted her head to the side.
“I’m not a nice person when I wake up,” she settled on.
I grunted. “What does that have to do with me loving you?”
I was genuinely curious.
“You’ve never even slept in the same bed with me for more than a couple of hours!” she said. “What if I have a weird habit of collecting my toenails, or not brushing my teeth in the morning?”
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bsp; If I laughed right now, she’d be offended, that I knew for certain.
But damn, was she fucking cute.
“Okay,” I paused for effect. “Do you collect your toenails?”
She shook her head.
“Do you brush your teeth twice a day like a good little girl?”
She pursed her lips. “Yeah, what’s it to you?”
I threw my head back and laughed. The sound was loud around us, and I knew that if we were closer to the front of the store, they would’ve heard it inside with how loud it was.
However, she’d parked at the back of the lot.
When I’d seen her car, so had I.
Though, I’d gone into the store only because I’d seen her in there. Since I’d needed bread anyway, I’d went ahead and collected it.
Arriving in time to hear Hennessy tear into the rude cow who never let an opportunity pass by without saying something ugly to me, I’d heard everything.
Now, I was about two seconds away from ripping her pants off—yoga pants that were fucking amazing, by the way—and turning her around so I could shove my cock inside of her.
Yet, I knew that I couldn’t do that. Not here.
Yet, when she said what she said next, I lost all desire to keep myself in check.
“I love you, too,” she said. “It made me so angry today when Maria said those hurtful things.” She paused. “I’ve always hated her, though.”
I pulled her head back to mine, letting my lips touch hers.
The moment that they did, I ground my heavily straining cock into her pussy.
She moaned into my mouth.
“Say it again,” I demanded.
She skimmed her nose along the curve of my cheek.
“I love you.”
I growled and twisted, allowing my body to stay against hers, but also stepping even further into the shadows cast by my truck.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, right now.”
She only moaned louder.
“When we’re through, I’m going to take you back to my place, and fuck you all over again.”
“Please do,” she teased.
I don’t know if she thought I was joking or not, but the moment that I stepped away and gestured for her to turn, she shook her head.
“No,” she answered.
“Why not?”
The words were ripped from my throat as I tried to decide how to breathe again.
“Because I can’t very well sex you and suck your cock at the same time.”
“You can’t ‘sex’ me?” I found myself grinning. “No, I guess you can’t.”
She flushed bright red again, and I found it so cute that I could barely contain the urge to pull her to me once again.
She was wearing a tank and some yoga pants. Things like that weren’t supposed to make me genuinely excited, yet I found myself running my hand over my belly to steel my nerves.
The woman standing in front of me, staring at me like she wanted nothing more than to throw herself straight into my arms, was a fresh breath of air. She didn’t care about appearances. She didn’t care that the whole town thought I was a fuck up. She didn’t care that she was ‘ruining’ her reputation.
All she cared about was me.
“I’m not sure how to do this,” she said hesitantly.
My brows rose up.
“How to do what?” I questioned.
“How to, ummmmm, suck you.”
She swallowed nervously, and that too I found endearing.
“Why is it a problem?” I teased.
She looked down at the uneven ground where there was dirty, leaves, and rocks, and then back up at me.
“As much as I want to do this, I don’t want to rip my favorite pair of yoga pants,” she explained. “Can we go in there?”
I nodded once, taking another step back. If I got too close, then she really would be doing it out here.
“We can go.”
Just when I was about to head to the truck, though, she stopped me by taking my wrist.
She couldn’t even get her entire hand around my wrist.
“No,” she paused. “Not go, but go in there.”
That was when I caught on to what she was saying.
“You want to blow me in my company truck?”
There was a lot of room in there.
And seeing that blush on the pretty little preacher’s daughter’s face was almost worth her next statement.
“I don’t have to do it at all,” she snapped.
I started to laugh and tugged her to my truck, opening my door, and sitting on the seat without closing the door.
I wasn’t totally sure how this was going to work, but before I could tell her that, she was working her hands at my waist. Unbuckling my belt, and lowering the zipper.
I opened my mouth to tell her that this probably wasn’t going to work with the way I was positioned, when she spread my pants open wide, then dropped a kiss onto my underwear-clad cock.
Growling in surprise, I leaned further into the truck so that my back was partially leaning against the edge of the seat, and partially leaning against the middle console.
The extra room provided her enough space to yank my boxer-briefs down.
My cock bobbed up, and it slapped her on the chest.
In all honesty, it wasn’t that sexy. Not at first.
But the moment she saw my cock, she licked her lips, ensuring that I was a goner.
Her head leaned over my lap, and my eyes closed on their own volition, as she took me into the wet heat of her mouth.
She surrounded the tip, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head.
Once. Twice. Three times.
I could feel the pre-come leaking out of my cock, and with each swipe of my tongue, I knew that she was tasting it. Tasting me.
My eyes opened when I heard a sound, and my head swiveled to see a woman getting out of her car and heading into the store.
But before I could tell her we should stop, she sucked deeply on me, making it to where I couldn’t remember my own name, let alone tell her that we should stop.
“Baby,” I whispered, my hands closing into her hair.
She bobbed up and down, not taking my entire length, but trying as hard as she could.
Unfortunately, there was just too much cock for her to take all of it, and we both knew it.
“Ahhh, fuck.”
She pulled away, inspecting my cock.
I used her lack of inattention to hook her around her armpits, pull her into my lap backwards, and yank her panties down to around her knees.
She helped me, realizing what I was after, and parted her thighs.
I knew she was wet. I could feel it on the length of my cock as we situated ourselves.
One foot was resting on the running board of my truck, while the other leg was bent at the knee, and pushed as far against the console as I could get it.
Her legs fell in between mine, pressed together but for a small gap that I used to plunge my fingers between.
She gasped the moment that I trailed my fingers over her clit. Her breath caught completely when I swirled one blunt fingertip around her opening.
Feeling that she was more than ready for me, I dragged that wetness back up to her clit and started circling.
“Grab onto the steering wheel and pull yourself up,” I ordered.
She did, lifting herself up off my lap high enough that I could place my cock up against her entrance.
The comparison of my tanned member against her pink flesh was stunning.
What was more stunning, though, was watching as she sank down onto my cock, one delicious inch at a time.
Before she could make it more than halfway, however, I urged her back upwards.
My eyes stayed locked on where we were joined.
The eye porn enough to make me want to blow my load right then and there.
I took everything in.
The way her juices made my cock shiny, and the way my cock was making her entrance spread wide.
But the kicker was the way, when she was all the way up with my tip resting against her entrance, she slid all the way back down.
It took everything I had in me not to come.
Everything.
“Oh, fuck.”
I clenched my teeth together, wondering why in the hell it felt like I was a teenager rather than a grown ass man.
It felt like I’d never done it before…
“Fuck,” I exclaimed, my eyes opening wide.
I looked down just in time to see her raise back up, my entire length coated in her juices rather than just half, and saw why it felt so good.
I wasn’t wearing a condom.
I looked down to the ground where all the purchases were resting, spilled onto the ground from my haste to pin her to the wall, and smiled.
“I’m fucking you without a condom,” I told her, smoothing my hand down her spine.
She shivered and dropped until she’d engulfed me all the way.
“I forgot,” she breathed. “I was just joking in the store.”
I pushed down on her lap, grinding my cock up into her, and smiled.
“I did, too,” I said.
Earlier when I’d told her that I liked it messy, I hadn’t had a clue.
I’d never done it messy.
Any and all sexual encounters, I was always gloved. Always.
There was no question that I wouldn’t be.
But now, watching her fast-paced breathing as she tried to get herself under control, I realized that with Hennessy, I wouldn’t mind messy.
“Fuck me,” I urged, slapping her thigh with the palm of my hand.
She jumped, causing herself to sink even lower on me, and I growled.
Then she lifted up, and dropped back down. Over and over, faster and faster, until my belly quivered with my need to come.
Snaking my hand around her belly, I smoothed it down until I found her clit, and slowly swirled it. Once around, twice. One more time.
She exploded.
Her pussy clenched my cock. Her thighs clenched my hand in place, and her head went back to knock against mine.
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