Why Her?: May December Romance (Mistaken Identities Book 2)

by Rie Warren

  It was Kane. A kind man. A successful man. A family man.

  An unequivocally sexy man.

  I felt better in the morning, especially after my sugary coffee jolt and a long hot shower underneath multiple jets in Gabriel’s bathroom. I put my dress back on as well as the heels, determined to get my truck then head to my place for a full-day laze.

  Gabriel drove me out to Kane’s, looking impressed when he saw the house. “Not bad. Not bad at all.”

  “Pays the bills,” I teased, opening the door to hop out.

  He leaned across the seat. “Call me when you get home.”

  “Can I at least stop at Bojangles for breakfast first?”

  “I’m serious, sis.” With that warning, he drove away.

  “He another one of your beaus?” A deep voice sounded from the vicinity of the house.

  I swirled to see Kane had appeared on the porch steps. Mug in hand, elbows braced on knees, and a scowl written all over his face.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Kane

  I’D HARDLY SLEPT AT all, and when Stevie rode up in another truck with yet another man, I couldn’t hold my jealousy in check.

  She whirled toward me. “Oh shit. You scared the crap out of me.”

  “I asked if that was a new boyfriend.” I set my coffee aside with measured steadiness as anger zipped through my veins.

  “None of your business,” she flung out.

  “That’s the dress you were wearing last night.” Pointing with a stiff finger, I surged to my feet. “Must’ve been a hell of a celebration.”

  “Yeah. Also categorized as none of your damn business.” Her insolent tone of voice drove me almost to the edge.

  “Didn’t make it home?” I stormed down the steps until we were nose to nose.

  Her eyes blazed like blue flames, but she didn’t say a word.

  Reaching out, I gripped her shoulders in my hands. “Goddammit! You are making me crazy! If you had any idea what I want to do to you, what I fantasize about doing to you, you wouldn’t stand here pushing every single last one of my buttons like this!”

  “You’re right.” She made no move to break my hold. “I’d dare you to do it, but you’re too busy building more walls than I break down.” She jerked her head toward the house.

  I pulled her tight against me, growling into her face. “I want to bury my cock in your pussy.”

  She gasped and arched into me.

  I bucked against her belly, my cock hot, heavy, rigid. “Bury my face between your thighs.”

  “Do it.”

  Grasping her hair, I bit then licked the soft juncture of her neck, battling internally against every powerful instinct urging me to just fucking have her. “You don’t know what you're asking for.”

  “Why do you make it so difficult on yourself?” Her hand forayed to the front of my shorts, fingers brushing the thick roll of hardened flesh. “I saw you jerking off to me the night I left my level here.”

  I thrust her away immediately, about to apologize.

  But then she twisted her hand in my shirt, licked her lips, and stared up at me with undisguised desire. “I heard all those filthy words you said about me. And I want it.”

  “Damn you.” Wrapping her in my arms, I kissed her with such fierceness I expected her to protest.

  She didn’t. Not Stevie. Her tongue danced between my lips and explored thoroughly, hands roving to my back then climbing beneath my shirt to cling to muscles that flexed beneath her touch.

  After dancing around one another for so long, lust exploded like a fireball.

  Lifting her in my arms, I pushed her back until she was against the hood of her truck. Setting her on top of it, I dragged off my shirt.

  “Oh, yes. I love your body, Kane.”

  Her fingers skimmed through dark hair, hands sliding down to my stomach. I halted her before she could roam lower.

  “I want your tits.” Roughly pulling the stretchy material of the dress aside, I groaned when her breasts spilled out unfettered.

  Firm mounds tipped by dusky rose-colored nipples that pearled up in need, and I had to have them.

  Palming both breasts, I smoothed the pads of my thumbs across each peak. Stevie shoved them further into my hands, gasping when I bounced the rounded flesh then tugged at her nipples. I bit the top of one tit, and her fingers drove into my hair. Licking across the golden skin into the dip of her cleavage, I rubbed both breasts against the stubbly sides of my face. I didn’t stay immersed long, licking hotly to the other proud nipple, which stood waiting for my touch.

  “Hold them out for me,” I demanded.

  Stevie lifted both breasts beneath her hands, and she cried out, “Kane!”, when I took the first sweet lap across the first sweet tip.

  Then I feasted, sucking and lapping, wetting her all over. I licked up to her neck and nibbled along the line of her earrings then back to the soft lobe. Hands at her hips, I laved her tits until they shined in the morning sunlight, bathed by my lips and tongue, nipples rouged with shimmering arousal.

  I wondered if her pussy shimmered too.

  Hands skimming beneath the dress to her soft thighs and higher, I yanked off her panties. I inspected the lacey thong, rubbing my fingers against the warm material before tossing it aside. Lips back on her mouth, I barged between her legs with my body. I pulled the dress to her waist then my fingers searched and found. Hot, wet, female flesh. Absolutely smooth against my palm.

  A groan rattled from my chest echoed by her whimper.

  “Fuck, you are ready for it, aren’t you?” My dark whisper was breathed out in a harsh timbre.

  Silken and soaking, she accepted one finger then two. And three. As my thumb coasted over the nub of her clit, her liquid pooled in my palm, and tightening heat sucked on me from inside.

  I brought wet shiny fingers to my lips, and she watched—blue eyes shadowed with arousal—as I tasted her for the first time.

  “I’ll have more of that later. When you sit on my face.”

  I tugged her off the truck and spun her around. Her hair fanned across my chest, little sun-spun tickles on my skin. With the dress up to her waist, her ass was presented. Toned but curvy, she pushed her rear end out even more when I palmed both hot cheeks.

  “I want to see your cock.” Her sultry voice stoked my need higher.

  “Later.” I leaned back to see the wet pink flesh of her pussy, the length of her legs raised by the high heels she still wore.

  And she bent over, bottom undulating, tits out.

  “You’re gonna fuck it first.” I dragged my shorts down, releasing a cock so engorged it was stamped in pulsing veins and slickened with precum.

  I grasped the base then slid the entire length against her molten wet cunt.

  Her cunt.

  Words I’d never used before flashed across my mind in hot red pulses.

  Stevie arched more, ass pressed against my groin.

  When I pulled back, I halted at her opening, nudging, prodding, testing, wanting.

  “I don’t have a condom.” My fingers gripped her waist unyieldingly.

  “I’m on birth control. You can trust me. I don’t . . .”

  She sucked in a moan when I slipped the throbbing head of my cock up to her clit, dancing lightly across it.

  “You don’t what?”

  “Always used condoms before.” Her voice splintered. “Fuck me, Kane. Please.”

  She trembled with need, and when she said please, begging for my cock, I swore roughly beneath my breath.

  I brushed against her one last time before hilting deep with a long hard lunge.

  “Fuck!” Stevie shouted, clamping down on my cock with velvety heat and lush wetness.

  I grunted, rocking inside her, held in the warmest tightest vise. “Okay?”

  She panted, hips rounding, swishing against me. “More.”

  The hot haze of arousal zinged through me. I withdrew, teasing her with a slow egress before slamming back inside.

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bsp; She jumped in my hands, my shaft foraging through sweltering flesh.

  Fucking. Filthy dirty hot, I tore into her like never before. Took her tight little body and branded it with my cock.

  Muscles straining. Not lovemaking. No finesse. Pure unleashed passion had my balls full and aching and my dick harder than steel.

  I didn’t want to hurt her, but with each hammering thrust, her slickness amplified. Her body sucked me deeper, contracting, urging me faster and harder and longer.

  Leveraging her with a hand in her hair and one at her hip, I pinned her against the truck.

  “Oh yes, Kane.” Her ass slapped back against my groin.

  “Like that? You like it hard and deep like that?” I didn’t recognize the raw words rushing from my mouth.

  Even wetter.

  Even harder.

  “Fuck me, fuck me,” Stevie chanted.

  I switched my grip to her swinging tits, going at her from the balls of my feet. Nipples pinched tight between my fingers as I palmed both heavy orbs. Sweat glistened on her back, her peacock tat shined, and my cock was wet with her, swollen from her, so rigid it felt like I was driving a spear into her simmering pussy.

  I sucked on the side of her neck and muttered hotly in her ear, “You’re gonna make me come.”

  Stevie arched, her broken cry given to the sky.

  She clasped me in a warm milking sheath of womanly flesh, and my teeth grinded together. My nostrils flared. My lips pulled back as my balls jetted a full load up the shaft. Thickening, thumping, thudding, I flexed with each spurt.

  “Ohhh!” Stevie’s fingers dug into my thighs. “Ahhhh!”

  Holding myself deep as the last of my cum jetted out, I ran my hands from her tits to her taut belly. I dropped my head onto her back, kissing a sleek shoulder blade.

  My heart calmed down.

  The muscles in my thighs shook.

  I felt the summer sun on my back.

  I realized we were in my front yard. Draped over her truck. Almost completely naked.

  And I’d used her so roughly my handprints made marks on her hips. Who knew what I’d done to her breasts? I withdrew, and I wasn’t even soft yet. After hastily drawing my shorts up, I turned her around. Her eyes were glazed, lips soft and dreamy, and my cum seeped down her inner thighs.

  Using my T-shirt, I gently cleaned her, and she hissed when I touched her bare sex, thumb brushing her clit.

  I cast around for her panties and located them on the windshield of the truck.

  Retrieving the flimsy scrap, I held it out to her.

  “Don’t think I’ll be needing those now,” she said, amusement thickening her voice.

  I felt terrible, but I wanted her again. “I acted like an animal.”

  “I’m not complaining.” Grinning lazily, Stevie tucked her breasts back into her dress and wriggled the skirt over her hips.

  I loved her bold spirit.

  Loved her body.

  Loved how free she was.

  Taking her in my arms, I drew her to my lips. “In that case, I’m not done with you yet.”

  “Is that so?”

  Hands cupping her ass, I lifted her against my resurgent erection.

  Her stomach grumbled ferociously between us.

  I pulled my head back, brows lifted.

  “Can you feed me first?” she asked with a puckish tilt of her lips.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Stevie

  MY LEGS WOBBLY, I took Kane’s hand as he led me into the house. Taking off the heels, I sighed in relief. He guided me to the kitchen where he sat me on a stool and busily opened cupboards, poured me a cup of coffee with just the right amount of sugar added, then pulled a carton of eggs from the new fridge.

  Lord but the man was hotter than hot. I’d known he had it in him. Now he’d had it in me. My cheeks were hot. My pussy well served. My tits begging for more.

  And he hadn’t put his T-shirt back on.

  The chest on him was unbelievable. Wide. Muscled. Mature. I itched to get my hands on him again.

  Not to mention I hadn’t seen his cock yet except for that one night when he’d been all the way across the room, but holy shit, he’d gone places no man had ever been before.

  He paused with a mixing bowl in his hand. “Stop looking at me like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “You know what.” And that growly tone of voice . . .

  Kane Bishop unleashed was an animal I’d happily ride all night every night.

  I slipped off the stool, sauntering up to him. “What are you making?”

  “A mess if you come any closer.”

  I bit the inside of my lip. “Do you have a shirt I can wear? I’d like to change.”

  “You know where my clothes are. Help yourself. And the baggier the better.” He waved a spatula at me.

  After retrieving my backpack from where I’d dropped it outside, I loped up the stairs to his room. Given free rein, I invaded his closet, absent of any last reminders of Alice. Just his shirts and pants and suits and ties. His polished shoes, his warm musky scent, and his running sneakers.

  I breathed deeply, taking his smell into me from the crumpled suit on top of the hamper. The crisp light blue shirt barely dirty, I took the button-down with me to the bathroom where I shed my dress and left it on the counter I’d installed. I slipped into his shower for the second time in twenty-four hours, this time deliciously used, almost a little sore.

  I didn’t luxuriate for long, leaving the huge enclosure to dry my body and slip the button-down over my shoulders. I closed the shirt at the middle, leaving the rest free.

  When I entered the kitchen, the plate in Kane’s hand clattered to the table.

  His deep brown eyes flickered with dark desire.

  “Does it bother you?” I hesitated for a moment.

  “You’re not asking about the shirt. You can already see that doesn’t bother me.” At his groin, the shorts bulged obscenely. “Quite the opposite.”

  “What we did,” I clarified.

  “If you’re asking if I’m thinking about Alice, or if I was . . . Stevie . . .”

  In front of me in an instant, he tucked my chin between his fingers and lightly kissed my lips. “I promise, it’s just you.”

  Pleasure wrapped around me with warmth.

  Pleasure until Kane delivered fluffy omelets to two plates, and muttered, “Didn’t that other man feed you?”

  I took the seat he so politely held out for me even though jealousy beat off of him like red angry waves.

  And that didn’t bother me. Not one little bit.

  I devoured a mouthful of omelet and asked, “Do you have any sriracha sauce?”

  Grumbling, he delivered the bottle of bright red spicy sauce. “You didn’t answer me yet.”

  He took a seat, held a fork, and waited expectantly.

  I poured the sriracha liberally over my eggs and took a big bite. “Delicious.”

  “Stevie.”

  “That other man was my brother Gabriel.” I scooped another forkful into my mouth, chasing it with orange juice.

  Eyes pinpointed, Kane nearly snarled. “You could’ve told me that before.”

  “Would you have lost control like that if I had?”

  “What about the one last night?

  “Davey?” I gulped more juice while he simmered like a boiler about to explode. “I’m definitely not his type.”

  “I find that hard to believe.”

  Kane still hadn’t touched his breakfast.

  “He’s gay.” I shrugged, smiling.

  “And you let me think otherwise?”

  “Well, can you blame me? You were acting abominably.”

  “Abominably?” He tipped back in his chair. “You haven’t seen abominable yet.”

  “I believe I have.”

  He stood up, the chair scraping back. “Really?”

  “You just fucked me against the hood of my truck,” I challenged, shivers running down my spine.
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  “And now I’m going to fuck you in my bed.” Predatorily, Kane stalked around the table.

  I hopped up. “You didn’t eat yet!”

  “Going to eat you.” He lifted me into his powerful arms.

  Mere seconds later, he’d carried me to the bedroom, stripped off the shirt I wore, and stood—all rippling muscles—looking at me completely naked in front of him for the first time.

  And his look bared me to my soul and ignited heat all over my body.

  He lightly ran a hand down between my breasts, stopping when I sucked in a breath as he reached my belly.

  “You’re beautiful, Stevie.”

  His fingers trailed to the side, tracing the sweet little hummingbird tat on my hip.

  “I knew there was a second one,” he murmured. “As pretty as the rest of you.”

  Dipping his head, he caressed one nipple with the brush of his mouth then the tip of his tongue. I clasped him to me, and the hand that had rested just above my mound skimmed lower. His fingers slid through my slit, then he cupped me completely in his large hand. Mouth making a wet path to my other breast, he engulfed as much as he could, and shivers wracked my body.

  “I have to taste you.” His gruff voice trailed lower, lower.

  Kane explored my navel and the ruby red and gem green ink on my hip, pressing my legs wider apart until he kneeled at my feet. He looked up at me, over the rise of my breasts, his brown eyes so very dark and a carnal curve to his lips.

  “I’m going to enjoy this,” he murmured.

  When he slipped the flat of his tongue through my pussy up to the point of my clit, I cried out. My hips bucked forward, and I melted at the sound of his deep chuckle.

  “I think I’m gonna enjoy this more.” I breathed the words out.

  He nudged against me with his nose. “Doubt that.”

  Then he sealed his mouth over me and thrust his tongue inside of me.

  A hot moan escaped my throat. I grabbed onto the sides of his head, fingers diving through his hair.

  Kane was thorough. His lips and tongue absolutely everywhere. His throbbing groans as he ate at me so succulently vibrated right to my core.