by Erin Wright
“People think I’m this delicate flower who is all innocent and naïve,” she explained, “because I’m short and thus I look young.”
“But, you are young.”
“Hmmm…” she said, tapping her chin as if thinking hard, “and all this time, I thought it was that you were old!”
He leaned over and tickled her, keeping one eye on the road. “We’ll see who’s old!” he yelled over her screams of laughter. “Let’s see who begs for mercy first.”
She was finally able to wrestle his hand away from her stomach. Putting his pinky into her mouth, she began sucking on each calloused finger, one by one, looking at him through her eyelashes as she did it. He grabbed the steering wheel harder with his left hand. “Holy shit, Kylie, are you trying to drive me insane?” he said through gasps for air.
“Why, yes I am,” she said, overly sweetly as she flipped his hand over and began nibbling her way up his wrist. “Is it working?”
His knuckles were white as he clung to the steering wheel with all of his might. “May-be,” his voice cracking halfway through the panted word.
Kylie sent him a naughty grin. “Good.”
Adam pressed on the gas pedal. “Lord, please don’t let there be any cops out here today,” he groaned. “I don’t wanna have to explain why I thought it was okay to go 90 on a country back road.”
She let his arm drop to the armrest between them and instead reached over with her left hand, lightly stroking his crotch through his jeans.
“Kyyylliieeeeee…” he moaned, trying to warn her off. “If you keep that up…”
“Oh look, we’re here,” she said pleasantly as they pulled up in front of her house, as if remarking on nothing more than the weather. “I’m ready to go inside now.” She pulled back, unbuckled her seatbelt, and slid out of the passenger side of the truck as if she were perfectly fine. As if her legs weren’t shaking from need and desire, and as if her breath wasn’t short and choppy.
Torturing Adam just a little bit…yeah, she was okay with that.
He hurried around the truck and swung her up into his arms, carrying her up the dirt pathway to her front door. “Adam!” she hollered, throwing her arms around his neck and clinging to him for dear life. “You can’t just pick a girl up and carry her around wherever you want.”
He grinned down at her mischievously. “Well now, that’s where you’re wrong,” he said as he juggled her and the door knob, finally getting the old door to creak open. “I figure God made you fun-sized for a reason. I wrestle steers and stallions and Great Danes around all day. A little thing like you? I hardly even notice I’ve got you in my arms.” He carried her into the living room and up the stairs towards her bedroom.
Hardly even notices I’m here, huh? That just seemed like a challenge to her. She nosed apart the collar of his shirt and began sucking on the triangle of skin she found there, swirling her tongue over the dips and valleys, and then pulled back and blew softly on the wet skin.
“Kyyyllliiieeee,” he panted, finally getting to her bedroom and laying her down on the antique brass bed.
“You keep saying my name like you think I’ve forgotten what it is,” she said, straight-faced as she looked up at him. “I promise you, I know what my name is.”
“Oh, I know that,” he said, his eyes dark with promise. “But what I’m aiming to do is to make you scream mine.”
She sucked in a breath at that, staring up at him. “Oh,” she said weakly, all of her teasing and bravado gone. When you put it like that…
He pulled off her ballet flats and thin socks, and then reached up and began tugging down her maternity pants, the wide elastic band easily puddling once it got past her belly. “Have I ever told you how sexy I think maternity pants are?” he said as he pulled them off her feet and tossed them in the corner.
That jerked her out of the world she’d been blissfully drifting in and back to the present. “Maternity pants?” she asked incredulously. “You’re kidding me, right?”
He shrugged as he began nibbling his way up her legs. Her shaved, lotioned legs, thankyouverymuch. After this past weekend, she wasn’t taking any more chances. She’d never been the best about keeping her legs shaved, but she had a three-day streak going now. “Just that they say to the world that you’re pregnant,” he explained, doing delicious, probably illegal things with his tongue. “After trying for years with Wendy and never having her get to the point where she needed them, they just mean a lot to me.” He kissed and sucked and blew on her legs, working his way up to the juncture of her thighs.
Groaning with lust, she lay back on the bed. She could argue with him over his strange fetishes later. Right now, that required too much… “Oohhhhh…” she breathed as he moved over the curls and began blowing lightly on them, sending waves of heat through her. “That’s…oh my…I can’t…” He nosed between her curls and ran his tongue over her clit, sending her hips straight up into the air. “Oh my God,” she hollered. “Oh God!”
“Now see, that’s where you’re wrong,” he said mildly, sitting back on his heels. Her eyes fluttered opened and she stared up at him, completely confused. English. He was speaking English, but the words weren’t making any sense at all.
“Whatswrong?” she mumbled, trying to concentrate even as waves of desire washed over her. If he didn’t get back to her clit and pronto, she was gonna go insane.
“My name. It isn’t God, it’s Adam. I told you that I’d make you scream my name with desire.”
Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly – again with the goldfish impersonation! – and then she bust out laughing. “I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of a thing called humility, but it might be something to look into.”
“Just telling you what I’m aiming for,” he said with a nonchalant shrug, and then went back to work with his tongue and fingers and—
“Ooohhhhh!!!!” she yelled, her back arching. “Yes, yes, yes…” It was that red haze again, but this time, it was a wonderful red haze and she couldn’t stop thrashing as shocks of electricity coursed through her.
He was pulling off her top and bra and then running his hands all over her body. “Beautiful Kylie,” he murmured. “So gorgeous.” She heard him, distant, like someone shouting from the end of a tunnel, every nerve ending centered on his fingers and mouth. Then Baby moved around, kicking her, and she let out a muffled “Oof!”
“Are you okay?” he asked, worried, immediately pulling back, staring down at her with concern in his eyes. “If you don’t want to—”
“No, no, I promise you I do. Baby was just making their presence known, is all. Gonna grow up to be a world-class soccer player at this rate.” She decided to use their small break to roll him over onto his back. “Well now, this is better,” she murmured, running her hands up and down the valleys and peaks of his body appreciatively. His long, lean muscles – not built in a gym but out in the field, working with his hands every day under the Idaho sun – they were oh so delicious. And tempting.
She followed his happy trail down his flat abs to his very attentive dick. She wrapped her fingers around it and began sucking and pumping, licking up the precum that’d teetered on top.
“Oh Kylie!” he hollered, his head tossing back and forth on the pillow. “Yes, please, feels, yes, need—”
“Turns out I’m not the only one who knows how to shout names around here,” she said with a naughty grin, and then bent over to begin sucking again. She had to spread her knees just a bit to allow for room for her belly – she could already tell that sex was going to become more gymnastic the farther she got in her pregnancy – and sucked happily.
“I, you, can’t—” He pushed her shoulders away. “You have to stop,” he said in one breath, “before all of the fun comes to a stop for us. Buddy here is still relearning, you know.” He closed his eyes and took a couple of shuddering breaths. “God almighty,” he finally said, opening up his eyes to look up at her, “where on earth did you learn to do that?”
/> “You mean suck cock?” she asked, confused.
“Yeah. Wow. I remember it felt good, but that…” He screwed his eyes closed for a minute and then they popped back open. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life.”
She sent him a pleased smile. “I think it’s best not to discuss my previous sex life with you,” she said awkwardly, “but I’m gonna take the compliment and roll with it.”
He pulled her up so she was straddling his stomach, his dick pressing up against the crack of her ass. “Good,” he grunted. “I really didn’t want to talk about Norm right now anyway.” She let out a snort of laughter and then a groan of desire as he pulled her forward, her dangling breasts sliding — one and then the other — into his mouth.
She’d always been on the smaller side up top, but she was quickly discovering one side benefit of being pregnant – along with her belly rapidly expanding, so were her breasts. After years of wearing padded bras and moaning about her complete lack of cleavage, she was really starting to appreciate this.
And then Adam was picking her up and sliding her into place over his dick, his eyes closing in ecstasy. “Yes,” he moaned, guiding her hips up and down as she bounced in rhythm to the desire pounding through her. “Yes, yes, yes—”
“Adaaaammmmmm!” she hollered, throwing her head back and arching her back and the world was going dark and then light and she couldn’t breathe and every muscle was tensed—
Just as she was starting to come back to earth, Adam let out a shout and she felt him tensing inside of her, his dick pulsating as he came. Finally, he relaxed and his eyelids fluttered open. He grinned up at her and said with a wink, “I told you I’d get you to scream my name.”
And she laughed and he tugged her down beside him on the bed, tucking her next to him, drifting off to sleep together.
Chapter 37
Adam
Adam awoke slowly, his eyes fluttering open, his brain trying to figure out where he was. The light was all wrong…
Kylie turned over, mumbling about carrots as she moved, and it all came back to him. He was in his rental. In Kylie’s bedroom, to be specific. In Kylie’s bed, to be even more specific. He lay back with a happy groan. Waking up with Kylie by his side, after the most mind-blowing sex he’d ever had…well, other than the first time he and Kylie had made love, that was.
Yeah, life was going pretty damn awesome. He stacked his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling, a feeling of déjà vu washing over him as he lay there. How many times had he done exactly this with Wendy? It was weird to be in the same house, the same bedroom, the same bed even, but a different woman. He waited for the guilt to come – the self-recriminating thoughts about how he shouldn’t be so happy since the love of his life had died in his arms and he hadn’t been able to do a damn thing to save her, but…it didn’t appear.
Instead, he felt a sense of peace wash over him and for the first time, he wondered how Wendy would’ve felt about him basically becoming a monk since she passed. Would she have wanted it?
Maybe it was just him wishing for this answer, but he couldn’t help but think that she wouldn’t. She’d loved him with everything she had, and he’d loved her just as much. In the year after she’d died, all he could think was that he wished he’d died that day in the stream, too.
Anything to escape the pain.
But she wouldn’t have wanted that. He knew that – he’d always known that – but for the first time since his wife’s passing, he believed that.
Kylie turned back towards Adam, stretching out her fingertips and grazing his side lightly. “I can smell the burning rubber all the way over here,” she whispered, her eyes still shut, her fingers dancing over him. “Whatcha thinking about?”
He chuckled and snuggled her closer to him. “That it’s damn nice to wake up next to you,” he whispered into her hair. Which was close enough to the truth. She didn’t need to know how messed up he’d become over the years, trying to deal with the pain of Wendy dying in his arms.
No one needed to know that.
“Liar,” she said softly, burrowing deeper into his side.
Speaking of liars…
“I know you think that I took you here to make wild, passionate love to you—” she snorted with laughter at that and he grinned for a moment before continuing, “—but I’d actually wanted some privacy to talk to you.”
“Talk? About what?” she murmured, her hand drifting across his chest and over to his suddenly very erect and very interested nipples.
He captured her wandering hand in his and held it tight. If she kept that up, they’d never get anything important discussed. His dick could wait for a minute.
It wouldn’t be happy, but it could do it.
“About what happened when you told Norm that you were pregnant,” he said seriously, and she instantly went rigid in his arms.
Bingo.
She probably had no idea that her body language was so revealing, but based on just that response, he was now damn sure that there was something that’d happened that night that she wasn’t telling.
And if he was right, it’d relate to that comment she’d made earlier about not being worth it. He was about 98.2% sure that this Norman guy (who really deserved to have his teeth rearranged and as Adam figured it, he was just the guy to do it), had screwed with her head big time.
“I already told you about that night,” she said, sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face. She crossed her arms across her chest. “There’s really not much more to say.”
“During our walk by that damn river,” Adam said mildly, “you told me that you told Norm about the pregnancy, and that’s when he revealed that he was already married.”
“Yeah? So?” she asked defensively. “What else is there to say?”
He rolled over onto his side, propping his head up with his hand, intentionally keeping his body language loose and welcoming. He reached out and stroked her knee. “Well, I’m going to guess that the conversation continued after that,” he said, keeping his voice even and calm. She was on the verge of hysterics, he could tell. It was building up inside of her, like a volcano just preparing to explode. “When he told you that he was married, what did you say?”
“I was in shock. I sputtered and yelled and cried a bit.”
“And what did he say in defense of it?”
“Just that he was gone from home a lot and it was hard for a man with his needs to go that long between each session of…you know…sex.” She waved her hand in the air dismissively.
“All right, so he said it was okay to cheat on his wife because he was incapable of keeping his dick in his pants. And then what?”
“And then what what?” Kylie repeated, her whole body so rigid, he was pretty sure he could use her as a ruler in that moment.
“Well, he didn’t divorce his wife and move to Sawyer, Idaho with you,” Adam pointed out. “You’re not engaged, you’re not married, and unless you’re hiding it pretty well, you’re not in contact with him. Are you?”
She shook her head, lips pressed tightly together.
“So after you two established that he’s a scumball and asshole extraordinaire, what did you guys discuss about the future? About the baby?”
Her gaze dropped to the bedspread between them and she began plucking at a loose thread. She didn’t say anything for a long time, and as Adam studied her face, waiting patiently for her to keep talking, he knew she was debating whether or not to tell him the truth. Whether or not their relationship was worth the pain of reliving that night.
Then, finally…
“He walked over to his jeans piled on the floor,” she said in a dead voice, “pulled out his wallet, and threw five one hundred dollar bills at me. Told me to take care of the problem. Told me I wasn’t worth marrying; wasn’t worth screwing up his life over. Told me that he’d been thinking he would stop coming to Bend for a while now, but that I’d been so needy, so desperate for him, that he’d continued to come
just to placate me, but that we were over now. He put his clothes back on, and as he was leaving, he told me one last time that I better ‘take care of it.’ Then he walked out.”
Her voice was robotic, like she was reciting an entry from the encyclopedia, but the tears…
There were tears streaming down her cheeks that gave it away. No matter how hard she tried to shut herself down, the tears betrayed her. She didn’t make a move to wipe them away, almost as if she believed that if she didn’t acknowledge them, then they didn’t exist.
Adam continued to stroke up and down her thigh, trying to convey a sense of calm and peace and love. He felt like a world-class asshole himself even as he quietly asked, “That’s it? He just walked out?” He didn’t want to pry, he didn’t want to break her, but he could also feel something else there, something under the skin that she wasn’t letting out.
“He threw me around a bit, okay?!” she snarled, head jerking up, pale green eyes glowing with pain and hatred and anger and hurt. “Are you happy? He made sure not to touch my face but the rest of me was fair game. I’m lucky I didn’t lose the baby that night. He whaled on me, told me I was a dumb bitch, he couldn’t believe I’d gotten pregnant, couldn’t believe he had to clean up this mess. Told me I wasn’t worth his time. I wasn’t worth…I wasn’t worth anything at all.”
And then she broke.
The thing he hadn’t wanted to see but somehow knew needed to happen, happened right before his eyes.
She curled up in a ball on the bed, crying hysterically, screaming into the mattress, nothing making sense, shoulders shaking, deep shuddering breaths. Adam curled himself around her, his body shielding her from the world, from Norman, from everything. She shook and sobbed and cried for what seemed like hours. As he held her, he thought about the words she’d said, how this monster had beat her.
