Destiny could listen outside, though. That might make her being here worth it.
A smile crossed over my face, and I sighed.
“What else were you needing, Destiny?” I asked, letting my hand trail up Verity’s thigh.
My hand went up to the high waistband of her pants, under her shirt, to come to a rest right where the silky smoothness of her belly met the smooth, moisture-wicking fabric.
Her belly was slightly indented where her tight pants met her skin, and I fingered the line as I waited for Destiny to speak.
Destiny, however, was busy staring at me like I’d grown a second head.
“You’d take this,” she hissed, holding her hand out to encompass Verity’s body. “Over this?”
She pointed at herself, and I let my eyes take Destiny in for the first time.
“Turns out I don’t like skin and bones anywhere near as much as I like a girl with a little meat on her, and the confidence to pull it off,” I told her. “Not to mention she’s got some padding for my thighs when I take her hard from…”
Verity’s hand came over my mouth, raising her shirt up slightly and allowing Destiny to see where I had my hand.
When she was confident I’d gotten the point, she let her hand drop, and I bent forward to drop a kiss on her hair.
“Turns out, you did us both a favor,” Verity finally said. “If you and Kenneth hadn’t cheated, we wouldn’t be together.” Verity crossed her hands, and I let the tips of my fingers dip into the seam of her pants, my fingers just brushing her pubic hair, causing her breath to hitch with what she said next. “Now, unless you have something pressing—like a matter of life or death—we have things to do.”
Destiny’s mouth thinned.
“Whatever.” She snatched the papers that I just realized were on the floor where likely she’d dropped them, and started stomping down the steps to a car.
“You know,” Verity murmured softly, “Kenneth bought that car for me as my wedding present.” She started to laugh, making the soft skin of her belly jump. “I wonder if she realizes that she’s driving in a car that I picked out.”
“She got married in your wedding dress,” I said as I backed up, reluctantly letting my hand fall from her belly. “Do you think she’d care if she was driving your car?”
Verity closed the door, and I watched as she took a deep breath before saying, “According to my grandmother, GG—who had no part in what happened with my wedding dress—she wasn’t very happy at all to know that it was mine at one point. She only wore it because Kenneth ‘supposedly’ picked it out.”
Her back had stiffened at the mention of her wedding dress, and I thought that our moment had fled, so I fought with myself to get my need under control.
“Where’s Eugene?” I asked roughly, pushing the heel of my hand down over my cock, which incidentally was tenting the front of my towel.
“He’s still on the phone,” she murmured, finally turning around and allowing her eyes to meet mine.
That’s when I saw the same need swirling in the depths as her eyes as I felt inside my own body.
The moment I knew she was in just as deep as me, I took a quick step forward, and pinned her to the wall with my body.
She gasped, opening her mouth to me, and I took full advantage, plunging my tongue inside and kissing the shit out of her.
She moaned, her hands curling around my shoulders, as her fingernails dug in deep.
Her leg hitched up, and I latched onto it with one palm, pushed up, and pulled out, before pressing my cock deeply into her.
Her breath hitched, her eyes closed, and I slowly started to circle my hips.
“I remember this,” she breathed. “I don’t remember much else we did…but this…this I could never forget.”
I growled and circled my arm around her lower back, and picked her up.
She rounded my hips with both of her legs, hooking her feet at my back, causing me to lose the towel in the process.
Completely forgetting about everything—my open bedroom window, my cousin somewhere in the house or outside my house, hell even the fact that I left the forge on in my workshop—all of those things didn’t matter as I brought myself down to the bed after kicking the door shut, and insinuating my hips in between Verity’s thighs.
Her mouth was sweet and hot on mine as we both started to yank off her clothes.
She took her shirt off, while I took off her ridiculously too tight pants.
Her panties, which I vaguely noticed were black, were the last to go as I dropped back down onto her, my cock automatically seeking the part of her labia that would allow me to sink into her.
She moaned the moment my cock touched her overheated skin.
Goddamn, but she felt like an inferno as I slowly started to ground down into her.
“I’m on birth control this time,” she breathed, causing my eyes to move up from where we were touching down below to her face.
“I’m clean,” I murmured. “Had myself checked after Vegas.”
Her face flushed a pretty shade of red, and she bit her lip before saying, “Me, too.”
I growled and pulled back, dropping down until I could pull her pretty dusky pink nipple into my mouth.
My hand, even as large as it was, couldn’t curve around her breast completely. All I was able to do was cup it, offering it to my mouth, and groaning as she started to lift her hips with each lick and suck on my part.
“God,” she breathed, her hands going up to latch onto the headboard.
I’d bought a new bed after the Destiny/Kenneth fiasco.
After realizing that not even my bike was sacred to them, I had to get everything replaced that I thought might have seen some horizontal time on their part.
And having Verity in my bed, the first one to break it in, meant something to me.
Three months, ninety-two days to be exact, had gone by, and not one of those nights did I not palm my cock in this new bed of mine and think about her.
Reality was much better.
Especially with the way her pussy seemed to lunge for my fingers the moment I had them poised at her entrance.
“Please,” she mewled.
I smiled happily against her nipple, then switched to the other side, giving it the same treatment that the other one had received.
She growled in frustration, her hand going to her own pussy, as she thrust her fingers inside of her right past my own.
I grinned, pinching her nipple between two teeth, before pulling back slightly to look into her eyes.
Her breath caught, and she stared at me as I pushed my finger inside, alongside hers.
“You feel good,” I told her, taking a lash at her hardened nipple with the tip of my tongue.
Her eyes closed, and her neck arched, as I dropped down even lower, taking my first ever sober look at what was mine.
She moved her hand away, and was rewarded as I pulled her clit straight into my mouth and sucked.
One finger turned to two, and suddenly I was wearing her thighs as earmuffs.
Her thighs were strong, but I didn’t seem to notice as I tried not to dry hump the bed with my need to take her already.
My fingers thrust and my tongue flicked.
When her pussy tightened, I knew she was about to go.
And that’s when I pulled completely away, causing her to scream in frustration.
“Truth!” she cried out angrily.
“Call me by my name, baby,” I settled between her thighs, guiding my cock to her entrance.
“And what’s that?” she breathed.
I knew I was about to make her smile when I whispered my name in her ear. “But only say it in your head, because if you say it aloud, people might hear you.”
“What are you…”
I thrust inside of her, shoving all of my hard, thick inches to the hilt.
She screamed as her orgasm poured over her, pulli
ng her under as she writhed and squirmed underneath of me.
I held still while she rode it out, and was just about to start moving again when I heard it.
“Uhh, guys?” Eugene called through the door. “I’ll just head on home, if that’s okay.”
I smiled against Verity’s mouth. “You do that, Eugene.”
I heard the door close moments later, and I started moving my hips once again; slow, smooth movements that had my balls drawing up within seconds.
Then I heard Eugene talking again outside my open bedroom window.
“You need to go home,” Eugene ordered. “And preferably not come back.”
That’s when I heard Destiny’s voice reply, but my balls chose that moment to empty, and I shot everything I had inside of the best pussy I’d ever had in my life.
Chapter 4
I’m not saying she’s a hoe, but she’s taken more loads than a washing machine.
-Verity to Truth upon discussion of Truth’s ex
Verity
My vagina was pleasantly sore, and I found myself following behind Truth and his seatless motorcycle thirty minutes after the best sex of my life—that I could actually remember.
I was sure all the orgasms he gave me while in Vegas were pretty amazing, too. Yet, I couldn’t remember much more than vague impressions of greatness from that twenty-four hours.
We arrived at the restaurant he said was the best place in four cities surrounding our little town, and I opened my car door just as he walked up to my car.
“I’m not really sure that riding seatless is altogether safe,” I told him. It’d been something I’d thought about the entire way here, and my mouth didn’t know how not to blurt shit out.
He grinned.
“Riding a motorcycle isn’t the safest thing in the world to do, yet you see me still riding, don’t you?” he teased, offering me his elbow. “If you put aside your dreams in lieu of safety, or comfort, what will that accomplish? Not much. Because in the end you’ll be unhappy. But hey! You’ll be safe!”
I pinched his side and fell into step beside him, my arm hitched up high and tight to the side of his chest.
“You’re incredibly tall,” I mumbled. “And one of your strides are two of mine.”
He immediately slowed down, not that I was telling him to. I’d only been making conversation.
I was a nervous chatter box when I was in a position where I felt that silence wasn’t the best option.
Such as now, walking into Truth’s favorite restaurant.
“Six foot four and some change,” he answered as he opened the door with his free hand.
You know, the one that wasn’t currently pinning mine to his chest.
“Thank you,” I whispered as I walked inside.
The bright sunlight from outside made it impossible for my eyes to adjust immediately when we entered the darkened pub. But the moment they did, I gasped.
“Holy shit!” I breathed. “This is like a real Irish pub.”
Truth chuckled at my back and moved me forward, finally letting go of me, but not for long.
Settling his hand on the small of my back, he guided me forward to a hostess stand.
He didn’t stop, though.
Instead, he grabbed his own drink menu, a couple of kids coloring mats, two sets of crayons, and showed me to a table all on his own.
“You’re allowed to just seat yourself here?” I asked in confusion.
The pub wasn’t empty. In fact, I would say it was almost packed.
Every single table except for a booth on the far west wall, and a couple of tables interspersed throughout the room, were taken.
He led me to the bar, though.
There was a little section with high top tables and stools to the side of it that was set apart from the rest of the restaurant. It was closer to the kitchen—which was quite noisy. It wasn’t the most ideal place, nor one that I would’ve picked on my own.
But this was his favorite restaurant, so I bowed down to his desires. Even if they were unorthodox.
“Yep,” he finally answered as he pulled my stool away from the bar top. “I know the owner.”
“So…” I said the moment he sat down. “Your real name is Ernest?”
Truth’s eyes narrowed.
“I wasn’t kidding about sharing that,” he informed me. “If it gets out, I know just who to come to when I hear it.”
I held up my hand in the universal sign of promise. “Vulcan’s honor.”
He snorted and picked up the menu.
“What are you getting?” I asked. “Since it’s your favorite restaurant and all.”
“The special,” he answered. “I was just trying to see what there was for an appetizer. I can hear your stomach growling from all the way over here.”
I grinned.
“I started these shake/meal replacement type things a few weeks ago, and I drink it for breakfast and sometimes lunch if I’m having a bad day,” I explained. “This’ll be the first time I’ve gone out to eat since I started them. I’ll have to try to eat healthy.”
Truth grunted something unintelligible, and before I could ask him what that grunt was supposed to mean, an old man who looked to be in his mid-seventies walked up to the table and placed his large, frail hand on top of Truth’s head.
“There’s my boy,” the old man said.
His voice was still loud and boisterous, despite his hunched over position and frail body.
And now that I was looking at him, I could see the resemblance between the two men.
It must be his grandfather. Their ears were exactly the same, and you could really tell seeing as Truth shaved his head, and the old man had no hair to speak of.
The old man, however, did have an amazing beard. One that hung nearly all the way down to his navel.
It was snow white on the top, and faded from white to grey to black at the ends.
It was the most unusual beard I’d ever seen, and I found myself wanting to sneak my phone out of my purse to send a picture to Randi.
She would definitely understand the majesty that was this beard.
“What can I get you, boy?” the old man asked.
I couldn’t place his accent.
I’d heard something similar, but I wasn’t sure if it was Irish, Scottish, or English.
It was thick at times, and not so thick at others.
“A draft, an order of cheese fries, and I’m going to have the special,” Truth answered. “What are you going to have, Very?”
I blushed and opened my menu, and chose the first thing that I saw that looked excellent.
“Uhh,” I murmured, looking at the old man who was scrutinizing me like one would a potential adversary. “I’ll have the special number two and a sweet tea, please.”
The old man nodded.
“All right, Nessie. I’ll be back.”
Then the man walked away without looking back, but did it so slowly that I worried he’d even make it to the kitchen.
I shouldn’t have worried.
He never had any intentions of going to the kitchen.
The second he reached the end of the bar, he took a seat, and then bellowed out the orders to a passing waitress, who nodded her head and went to a computer without another word.
I blinked.
Then smiled.
“That’s healthy?” he teased.
“You put me on the spot. I wasn’t sure what to order,” I shrugged. “I’m never going to be a small girl,” I finally admitted. “In fact, losing all this weight is a fluke.”
His eyes darkened. “I happen to love the curves you have just fine,” he told me bluntly. “I gotta say, you look real nice, but Jesus. That dress you were in at the wedding…that was my dream girl right there.”
My mouth twitched.
“I still have all those curves, but I just try to keep them all contained.”
His mouth thin
ned.
“If you ever want to let them out to play again, you know where I am,” he finally said. “Not to mention I’m fairly positive that those capri pants you’re wearing come in at a close second to the dress.”
I huffed out a laugh.
“They’re definitely something that I struggle to get on every day,” I told him matter of factly. “But they make my ass look good, so I keep slicking them on even though they cut off circulation to my calves.”
He snorted just as our appetizer was set down on the table in front of us, and I did nothing but stare.
“Holy shit,” I murmured. “That’s…big.”
He chuckled and picked up his fork, setting the napkin that it had been rolled in on his lap, causing me to squeal inside.
My GG would love him.
I was fairly sure if she’d been there with us, and had seen him place his napkin on his lap, she would’ve stared at me with ‘marry him now’ eyes.
As it was, I knew that my GG was going to give me the third degree the moment I got home.
I’d seen her as we were driving out of town, and I knew she was paying attention to the man on the seatless bike who I was trailing behind.
She’d put two and two together, and likely get way more than it was ever supposed to be.
But that was my GG. A pain in my ass and my first best friend.
GG had been the woman who had practically raised me, and the moment that she suspected I was about to find a man, she’d be there, ready to inspect him.
“You gonna eat any of this?”
I looked down to see nearly half of the plate of cheese fries gone, and Truth looking at me with upraised brows.
Picking up my fork and placing the napkin on my lap, I took a hesitant bite, and moaned.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped. “This is white cheese sauce…and it’s perfect.”
It was, too.
It was the best thing I’d ever tasted in my life.
Fries. Bacon. Cheese sauce. Bacon. Ranch.
What more could a person ask for in life?
Apparently, the answer to that was more cheese, because the moment Truth’s grandfather came back over thirty seconds later, he was appalled to see how little cheese sauce we had, even though the plate was already overflowing with it.
“More, more, more!” he ordered at the first waitress he saw. “And bacon.”
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