"I’m in charge, Key," he warned and felt her tremble in anticipation in his arms. Her submission and trust made him want to roar and beat on his chest like some damn caveman. He wasn't into labels or a certain lifestyle. He just liked what he liked. And he fucking liked having control over her.
He turned her slowly and took in the sight of the lines and curves of her back. Fucking beautiful. Taking a step back, he gently nudged her legs open with his foot. She complied, leaning forward, her hands on the machine in front of her, as if reading his mind. He ran his fingers along her back, his eyes fixed on her skin enjoying the way the smooth flawless skin prickled into goose bumps beneath his touch. She was so damn responsive. Something about that made him want to growl. She looked over her shoulder, lust and desire swirling in her beautiful, green eyes.
"Ready to play?" he asked, his voice low. She nodded. "I need the words, baby."
"Yes," she quickly answered, pushing her ass more toward him. He smiled. His impatient girl.
"Face forward," he ordered, and she complied. He stood flush behind her, his hardness poking her ass. He felt her wriggle, and without a thought, he smacked her playfully. "Don't rush me. And don’t move," he warned. She straightened and stood still, obeying him.
Reaching around, his chest flush against her back, he unbuttoned the top of her jeans, and with every fiber of control, he lowered the zipper slowly. Dragging his hands to her hips, he pulled the denim down achingly slowly, prolonging the anticipation and need.
"Fuck," he growled into her ear. Her head fell back on his shoulder. "You're so damn sexy, Keira."
Finally getting her jeans to her knees, he looked up and let himself take in the sight of her. His nose flared. "Lace." Lace, sexy as sin, siren red lace. Fuck! She was going to kill him. "I love lace."
"I remember," she breathed. He took in a deep breath to help control his need, but the mixed scent of her light perfume and arousal was too much for him.
"You wear this for me, baby?" he asked, and she whimpered with a nod. His hand snaked around, cupping her sex, and he could feel the damp heat penetrating through the gauzy material. "This sweetness for me, too? Did I do this to you, baby? Get you so wet you've soaked through these sexy as hell panties?"
"Yes... God, yes. You..." she panted, trying to move into his touch, but he held her firmly, letting the tip of his middle digit press over her bundle of nerves that was aching for relief. "Rex, please," she pleaded softly. He didn't like it as much as he thought he would. She shouldn't have to beg. He should satisfy her and keep taking her there over and over. And he would. He always would.
"I know." He hooked his finger into the material, moving it to the side, and went into her folds, gently and smoothly entering her sweet heat. "Fucking soaked."
"Yes."
"This greedy pussy wants to play?" He asked as he stroked in and out of her warm channel and she grinded into his finger.
"Please," she whimpered. With his free hand, he quickly undid his belt and pants, all while sticking to the slow rhythmic pace as he worked her up. The sounds of her wetness and the scent of sex and Keira filled every one of his senses. Taking his hand away, he shut his eyes tightly when she whimpered at the loss of his touch.
"I got you, babe, I promise," he groaned, sheathing himself quickly with a condom. Without having to order her, she leaned forward, pushing her back at just the right angle. Without hesitation, he sunk into her. Her cries mixed with his moans permeated the lonesome building, their passion echoing in the walls as he worked in and out of her. He had no control. He felt like an animal, filled with a primal need to show her she was his and he was hers. Sinking in and out of her wet depth, their bodies fell in sync in a way that long-term lovers did. There was a distinctive familiarity and connection between them. Without another thought, he sank in hard, her body moving forward, his balls against the cheeks of her ass.
"You like it."
“Love it," she panted, her head thrown back. One of his hands stayed at her hip while the other moved to her neck, his thumb at her pulse point.
“Fuck yourself against my dick, Key,” he ordered, and again she complied.
“Yes!” she hissed as she fucked herself hard and fast, back and forth, her wetness dripping and coating him.
"Shit," he growled. “More, Keira,” he commanded and felt a distinct tingle as his balls tightened further, almost painfully.
"Key..." he growled. She moaned, her heart rate soaring at his thumb. He worked forward when she backed into him. Harder, faster, each connection stronger and needier. After a moment, he felt it coming. Both of them together jumping off the ledge as they ran together to the peak of pleasure and flew jumping off a cliff of indescribable pleasure.
Chapter Ten
Keira
She was spent. She was breathless and sweaty. She was also pretty sure her feet had somehow turned into gelatin and she didn't care.
Grinning like an idiot, she turned her head to look into Rex's eyes and almost sighed at what she saw looking back at her. He looked like a fantasy come true with his tall and powerful body he confidently commanded. Sexy and hot, but caring and funny. Giving to everyone he cared about. A really good man. The entire package. Things that seem too good to be true, usually are, a voice in her mind rang. She ignored it, because just at that moment, he chose to smile at her. It was honest and genuine and took her breath away. All with a damn smile. But she didn’t try to stop it; she smiled back at him.
He kissed her bare shoulder, his hands roaming her body with a feather-light touch. "You okay?" he asked against her skin. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, afraid of the emotion he stirred deeply within her.
"Yeah," she whispered after exhaling.
"Kick your pants off, baby," he ordered gently, and she did it without thinking. She had no clue why, but she trusted him without question. It was probably stupid and naive, but she'd never felt this way with anyone, especially not a man. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, sincerely concerned. She shook her head and turned to face him, holding on to him while resting her head on his chest.
"No. It was perfect."
"You sure?" he asked against the top of her head. She nodded.
"I like playing with you," she admitted, not afraid of the vulnerability she was exposing. He gifted her by squeezing her tightly in his arms.
"I'm so fucking glad, baby, because I love playing with you, too." He pulled away slightly and lifted her in his arms, a girly squeal escaping from her mouth.
"Oh, my God, what are you doing, Rex?" she asked him, wrapping her legs around his narrow waist.
"Taking care of you."
"You're going to hurt yourself is what you're going to do."
"Hardly."
"Honey, I'm heavy," she told him, knowing exactly just how curvy she was and the extra weight she carried. Deep in her own thoughts, she didn't take in the look that flashed in his eyes when he stopped. "See? I am. It’s okay, just put me down," she frowned, worried about him carrying her.
"You're perfect."
"Hardly," she scoffed. He leaned his face right against her lips, and she parted them.
"Perfect for me," he whispered in a way where she knew he wasn't bullshitting her, and like some kind of young girl with a crush, she sighed, kissing him gently. He let her.
He moved them to wherever he had set on taking them while she nipped and sucked on his delicious mouth. She liked his taste of mint and coffee and something else. Something all Rex.
"Baby, slow down a bit," he whispered gently. She looked at him, her hands cupping the back of his head, stroking the buzzed sides of his hair lovingly.
"Why?"
"We don't have enough time for round two here," he shared as he sat her down on a bench and kneeled in front of her.
"What?"
"There's a group coming in here in about thirty minutes."
"Oh..." She bit her lip. She'd had an earth-shattering, bone-melting orgasm and was somehow achy for more. "Let's get
dressed and go to my place," she suggested. He gave her a lazy smile.
"My girl wants more?" Her cheeks flamed, but she nodded. She wasn't going to deny what she wanted. She'd lived in a loveless marriage and had denied herself too much in the past. "Give me the words, Key. You're sexy to begin with, but add the way your voice gets when you want it... fuck... I think I could come just to the sound of your voice. Always give me the words," he pushed gently. She liked when he did that. Never having been one to talk dirty, this was something new and out of her comfort area, but with him guiding her, she could do it.
"I want more, Rex," she whispered, gasping at the feel of his fingers at her waist, tugging her panties down. She watched in awe as he pocketed the red scrap of material.
"What do you want?" he asked, kissing her knees, his eyes looking up at her. His stormy eyes filled with lust like he hadn't just devoured her minutes ago.
"I want you to make me feel good."
"Feel good, babe? Uh uh. You can do better than that." He shook his head, mischief flashing in his eyes while he kissed and nipped her bare thigh, making it hard for her to think of anything other than where she wanted his mouth. "Tell me exactly what you want, Key," he goaded, pushing her limits.
"Eat me." She blushed at the needy tone in her voice, especially as his hands moved up her thighs as he sat on the hunches of his calves in front of her. She watched his big hands on her bare skin, his thick long fingers and muscle-corded forearms moving up slowly. "Rex, please."
"Please what?" His voice was hoarse and strained, and she knew he wanted to taste her as much as she craved his mouth. "I need your mouth. Please... I ache... "
"Fuck..." He leaned in his face just there, but instead of diving in like she thought he would, she heard him take a deep breath. His exhale was choppy, almost as if his control was unsteady. “Want me to lick you, baby?"
"Yes..." she almost cried, her toes curling on the floor. She watched him pull his shirt off, loving the perfect amount of dark chest hair narrowing down to a treasure trail that lead to a great package.
"Get comfortable, baby," he ordered, and she opened her legs wide, throwing any shyness or inhibitions out the window in a way only he pulled out of her. She shifted her body slightly, getting comfortable on the bench, loving the way he unabashedly licked his lips, his gaze hungry on her glistening sex. "Ready?" he asked almost impatiently.
"God, yes," she sighed and caught a glimpse of his slight smirk. She quickly lost her mind when she felt his mouth in her most hidden depths. He didn't tease or start off gentle, and damn it, it was so freaking good.
His mouth took her like he was a starving man and she was a piece of his last meal. His tongue worked like magic, making colors burst behind her eyes. Every sensation felt greater than the last, dirty words were coaxed out of her in the haze of pleasure he created. When she reached the edge of bliss, his tongue slowed, her pleas falling over deaf ears. He turned her into a whimpering, pleading mess, and it wasn't until her ache was so great that he showed mercy. His thick, beautiful fingers filled her emptiness, his mouth sucked, licked, and nibbled, and in less than seven minutes, he had her soaring. Free-falling into an abyss of luxurious satisfaction, her ears buzzed while her body tensed and convulsed as she held on to the top of his head.
The intensity of his lapping slowed. Gentle, tender strokes of his fingers continued. Her eyes were still closed and she had a silly grin on her face. She tried not to think about how much she was feeling, but it was close to impossible to block it out, not that she was good at those kind of things to begin with.
Rex was kind and funny. Responsible, successful, well adjusted, and very well endowed. He was the whole package with a side of luscious creamy dessert. Too good to be true, an annoying, little warning chimed in her ears, and she opened her eyes.
She opened her mouth, but her words died before being uttered, because his mouth was on hers. His lips pillowed against hers, she could taste herself, and there was something primal and sexy about it. His kiss gentled. He pulled away slightly, his lips hovering over hers, and when he spoke, his voice sounded hoarse and out of breath. “Every time I have a taste of you, it’s intoxicating, Key. Instead of satisfying my need for you, it makes me insatiable.” He kissed her before she could respond, not that she had a clue what to say. His words rendered her breathless, letting her heart feel hopeful.
He pulled away and rested his forehead on hers. “I wish we could stay like this, but that group will be here in five, babe, and I don’t want anyone seeing you like this.”
“Right.” She smiled, her voice breathy.
“Let me help you get dressed.”
They dressed quickly, a familiarity between them of a couple that had been together for a while, rather than being on their first official date. He insisted on helping her with silly things like hooking her bra and kneeling in front of her to pull up her panties and jeans, and all the sweetness she was getting from him was making her fall quickly.
***
“I should go,” she spoke into his chest as she kissed his bare skin. They had stopped by a small restaurant at a neighboring city for a bite to eat, but had decided to take it to go last minute and had gone back to his place.
Insatiable and hungry, they had another round against his front door where she showed him exactly how much she had enjoyed her time on the bench at the batting cages while she kneeled in front of him. She wasn’t the type who usually enjoyed that act, but hearing his moans of pleasure only drove her desire to please him. Satisfy him. Afterwards, he rushed them to the shower, where he showed his gratitude and she enjoyed every minute.
They nuked their food, which even nuked tasted amazing, and ate as she sat on his lap on the couch in their semi-state of undress. He’d taken their dishes, set them aside, and moved her around like his own personal ragdoll, putting her where he wanted her. She cuddled into his side with her head resting on his shoulder, her hand on his chest, and her knee over his. She couldn’t really complain. It was comfortable and in its own way intimate and sweet, sitting like that in his oversized, white tee, panty less, and in his socks, while he was bare chested and in olive green sweats that made him look delicious.
“I should really go,” she repeated, taking a deep breath, loving how she smelled of his body wash.
“Why?” he asked, kissing the top of her head.
“I like being home when Meg gets there,” she shared. He moved to look at her seriously, almost assessing, and smiled softly.
“Let’s get you home,” he told her, but there was something in the tone of his voice that made her cup his face.
“You know I don’t want to leave.”
“I know,” he sighed.
“What is it?”
“I wasn’t kidding about how intoxicating you are, Keira. I’ve never felt this way before.” She swallowed hard at his admission. A man like him and emotionally open to boot.
“I’m sure you say that to all the girls.” She tried to make light of things, but his eyes stopped her from talking.
“Never,” he said as if pledging an oath. “I’m forty-three, Key.”
“I’m forty,” she shared, smiling, wondering where he was going with this.
“I’ve never been married, have been engaged twice, and have lived with a woman once.”
“Rex…”
“Baby, I need you to listen to me,” he told her, and she nodded. “I am not going into this with you lightly here. I want you to know what I want, who I am. So you can decide if you could see yourself wanting the same thing.”
“Okay…”
“I want to see where you and I go. Exclusively. I’m a man who likes control, and I sure as shit don’t share. So that means I have you and only you, but you also have me. These two months thinking about you, being pissed and angry, yet wanting to somehow find you again… I didn’t think I could get hard for any other woman. I didn’t even try. I didn’t look at anyone else. I don’t want to know if you had anyone else in
that time. All I know is I want you. I want to see what happens. I can’t read the future…”
“Rex…” she tried to interrupt, but he was being stubborn and it was kind of cute on him.
“Keira…” he continued, but she straddled him, his hands finding their way to the bare skin of her outer thighs.
“It’s only been you,” she whispered and took a deep breath. “My mom died. I was finally divorced trying to figure out Meg and my next step. I sold my daughter’s childhood home and had to say good-bye to all the memories we made there, good and bad. My mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, but even in the darkness and sadness of everything that was going on, the memories of you and the night we shared were what got me to the other side.”
“Shit.”
“I didn’t expect to ever see you again. When you pulled me over, we pissed each other off, but we talked it out and moved forward.”
“I had to leave…”
“But we knew we were in the same town, and I knew being the chief of police, you had great access to information and it was only a matter of time till you showed up at my door.”
“That confident, huh?”
“No. It was just a gut feeling. That or I would find a way to accidently bump into you or ask around about you.” The soft rumble of his laughter made her heart skip a beat. She didn’t consider herself funny, but somehow she’d made him laugh. She relished in that, because he didn’t seem like the kind of man to laugh easily, so she gave him more of herself. “I feel a pull toward you unlike any I’ve ever felt. Not once. But that said, I’m not sure you’ve dated someone with a kid, even though I know she’s not a small child. Even when I was married to her dad, it’s always been Meg and me. We’re a team.”
“I know that.”
“Do you?’
“Yes. Keira, look, I get you’re weary. I have no kids…”
“It’s not that…”
“But I have a huge, crazy, loud, in your business twenty-four-seven kind of family, and it isn’t a one-sided kind of thing. I get in their business, too. I knew about Meg from my niece.”
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