“Carissa”—an impatient chuckle spilled from my lips—“you said you wanted whatever I wanted… this is what I want. Bend over and grab your ankles.”
“And you say I’m sassy.”
I smiled as she did what I asked, lifting her ass into the air.
Control slipping, I stepped closer, and raised the skirt of her dress, pushing it over her back and revealing her round ass. “Jesus, baby.”
Unable to resist, I spanked one cheek, then the other.
Carissa’s surprised yelp turned into a moan. “You like that?”
She nodded but that wasn’t good enough for me. “Give me your voice, Princess.”
“Y-yes,” she stuttered, her breaths ragged and quick.
“Do you want more?”
Another yes.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to give it to you.” Slipping my fingers into the crotch of her panties, I pulled them to side, putting her soaked flesh on display. “Do you always get this wet for me?” I asked, trailing my fingertips over her pussy lips. “Or is today special?”
“Always,” she whispered, moving her hips from side to side, enticing me to bury myself to the hilt. “Kyle, please, I can’t…”
“I know, baby.” I moved closer, pressing the head of my cock to her entrance. “Can you be quiet?”
She hesitated before answering. “I don’t know.”
Fuck.
Knowing I needed to do something, I scanned the garage for something to muffle her with. Carissa hadn’t been quiet the first time I had my cock in her and she damn sure wouldn’t be this time. I’d gone easier on her before, but now? I was about to fuck her pussy raw.
The glimmer of my belt buckle caught my attention.
Grabbing it with my free hand, I ripped it free of my belt loops and folded it in half. Leaning forward, I slipped the leather between Carissa’s lips. “Bite, baby.” After she sunk her teeth into the makeshift gag, I stood and slapped her ass again, rewarding her. “That’s my girl.”
A bead of sweat dripped from my brow as I slid the head of my cock through her folds, gathering her wetness with the tip. Just like before, primal urges racked me, demanding I take her.
This time, I didn’t fight my instincts.
Instead, I embraced them.
Hands on her hips, I slammed into her wet heat in one quick thrust, burying every inch of me inside her. I didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath nor to adjust before finding a punishing rhythm that made my balls slap against her swollen clit with each thrust.
My belt did its job, muffling her screams as I slammed myself into her repeatedly, digging my fingers into her rounded hips. Her pussy fluttered over my cock, teasing me, taunting me, fucking begging me to spill inside her.
It was something I wouldn’t allow to happen.
Not yet.
“Put your hand”—I grunted as her flesh clenched mine—“between your legs. Play with my pussy for me. Make it come all over my fat cock.”
She whimpered as her hand slipped between her legs, strumming her sweet little clit. Her hips bucked as a jolt of pleasure ripped through her, sending goosebumps racing down her spine. “Kyle!” she screamed around the leather.
Her pussy sucked me in, massaging my length.
The sound of my hand landing on her ass—hard—reverberated through the room echoing off the walls as my girl’s moans grew louder.
Like me, she was close.
“Faster, Carissa. Rub your clit faster, baby.”
My thrusts came harder, my fingers dug deeper.
Within seconds, her back arched, and her pussy clamped down, choking my dick as she started to come.
Jerking.
Screaming.
Coming.
“Fuck!” Unable to hold off once her orgasm starting milking mine, I smacked her ass one final time, gripped her hips harder and buried myself balls deep as my come jetted out of me, filling her. My knees grew weak, my head light, but I refused to move until I emptied the last drop of my seed inside her.
Seconds—hell, it may have been minutes—passed before I regained control.
Pulling myself free of my girl, I helped her stand straight and spun her to face me. When her half-lidded eyes met mine, I slammed my lips down on hers, taking her in a kiss as brutal as the fuck I’d just given her.
Needing to take a breath, I pulled my lips from hers.
I inhaled; then, I exhaled.
“That was…” Carissa started.
“… perfect,” I finished for her. “Like you, it was perfect.”
The smile played on her lips stole my breath. “Thank you.”
“For what? For fucking you? Beautiful Girl, you don’t need—”
She pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “No. I meant, thank you for loving me, Kyle. For waiting. For fighting to overcome everything. Just… thank you.”
“That’s one thing you’ll never have to thank me for. From now until the day I die, my love will be given to you freely, Carissa. Trust me.”
“I trust you,” she replied, sweetly. “Always.”
Always.
That’s what I was counting on.
Thirty-Six
Carissa
An hour had passed since Kyle and I’s tryst in the garage, and I still couldn’t get him nor what we’d done off my mind. Never in my life did I imagine I would behave in such a way—bet Mama’s rolling over in her grave—but I’d be lying if I said that I regretted it.
Because I didn’t.
At all.
It didn’t matter that my poor insides were likely battered and bruised, nor did it matter that I could still feel Kyle inside me each time I moved; what we’d done had excited me, thrilling me in a way I’d never experienced before.
When we’d walked out hand in hand, not a single person had so much as blinked in our direction. I’d been scared—well, more like mortified—that someone had heard us, but as far as I could tell no one had.
Grandmama hadn’t even given me grief.
When I’d walked into the kitchen minutes earlier to grab a glass of sweet tea for Hope, the Crazy Old Biddy had simply handed me a folded quilt and tossed a wink in my direction before continuing to bread enough chicken to feed an army.
Though her behavior had been unexpected, it shouldn’t have been.
From what Maddie had told me, Grandmama had been a wild child in her day. The eldest daughter of an infamous bootlegger, she was a natural born renegade with a strong distaste for rules and preconceived ideas of how certain things should be.
Which explained a lot.
From her clothing to her attitude, Grandmama was a rebel down to the core.
I want to be just like her someday…
A truer thought had never been had.
Grandmama may have been crazier than an outhouse rat, but she was loved by many. One look around her backyard, and the people who were scattered in all directions, was evidence of that.
Which brings me to now…
Sitting beneath an oak tree, my butt plopped on the same quilt Grandmama had handed me in the house, I silently slid my gaze over the backyard, taking in everyone’s positions and what they were doing.
Next to me was Heidi, and beside her was Ashley.
On my other side sat Maddie and across from us was Hope, who was sitting between Clara and Shelby.
Toward the middle of the yard, Kyle along with Hendrix, Evan, Brantley Ty, and Chase were playing a game of keep away with Liam, Declan, and Lucca while Anthony, who held a sleeping Gracie in his arms, was busy having a tea party with Melody and Bella at an orange and yellow kid-sized picnic table. Wearing a princess crown, pink-feathered boa, and purple star-shaped sunglasses, he looked a far cry from the take-no-crap homicide detective most people knew him as.
I absolutely loved it.
Sitting on a row of rocking chairs lining the back porch was Felix, Daddy and Keith; along with Charlotte who was rocking baby Ryker to sleep, and Pop who was busy blowin
g raspberries on a laughing Maci’s belly.
It was the cutest thing ever.
In the house, Grandmama and Dottie were still cooking, not allowing anyone else to help with a single thing. I’d offered and so had the rest of the ladies, but the Crazy Old Biddy shooed us all back outside.
Despite her numerous threats, she hadn’t been able to stop me—nor Kyle for that matter—from checking in on Dottie every fifteen minutes.
She was doing fine.
More than fine.
It made my heart happy to see.
“So, C,” Shelby said, pulling me from my thoughts. “How are things between you and the brooding fireman?”
Despite her not-so-nice description of Kyle, I couldn’t help but smile as I picked at the skirt of my dress. “Fine.”
“Fine?” Hope asked, a sleepy look on her face. “I’m calling your bluff. You’re a whole lot more than fine.”
I shrugged but said nothing.
She giggled. “Your silence is all the answer I need. You’re in love with him, aren’t you, C?”
“She doesn’t even need to answer that,” Maddie interjected. “We already know the answer. It’s written all over her face.”
Beside me, Heidi chuckled, and then whispered, “That’s the truth.”
I opened my mouth to tell them to mind their own business—in a playful way, of course—but Ashley spoke first, cutting me off. “Don’t pick on her. Love is a beautiful thing. We’re supposed to be happy about it.”
“We are happy, goofball,” Hope added. “But I was picked on enough about my feelings for Evan before we got together; therefore, turnabout is fair play.” She had a point there. “So zip it.”
Shelby looked like she was about to come out of her skin as she stared at her adopted daughter with assessing eyes. Climbing to her knees, she crossed her arms over her chest. “What do you know about love?” She quirked a brow. “You have something you want to tell me?”
Oh Lord, here we go…
Ashley’s face turned the same color as a fire hydrant, but she recovered quickly. “Only that I love tacos, and I think you should buy me more of them,” she replied, being a smarty-pants.
Clara raised her arms in victory. “That’s my girl!”
As if on cue, Chase chose that moment to run over and drop down next to Ashley on the quilt. Slinging an arm over her shoulders, he pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “Hey, sweetness.”
Shelby’s mouth gaped.
Beside me, I heard Maddie mumble, “Oh crap,” seconds before another voice, this one belonging to Hendrix, shouted, “Ty get your brother away from my niece before Anthony or Shelby shoots him... or before I shoot him.”
If I had been Chase, the first thing I would’ve done after glimpsing Ashley’s parents’ faces, was move away. Chase, though, he didn’t do that. Hardheaded and as stubborn as they come, he stood his ground, ignoring everyone but Ashley.
The boy has a death wish…
“You meeting me at Cinema 10 tomorrow night?” he asked her, moving his face closer to hers. “That new movie you want to see is coming out.”
Ashley looked from Shelby to Anthony; then back to Shelby again. Opening and closing her mouth, she floundered for something to say.
“I’ll pick you up,” Chase continued. “I know you hate driving at night.”
“Not a chance in hell,” Anthony said, stomping towards us, carrying a now very awake—and from the sounds of it, very upset—Gracie in his arms. Still wearing the plastic princess crown and boa from the tea party, he looked absolutely ridiculous as he stared Chase down. “My daughter isn’t going anywhere with you. You want to spend time with her? Fine. But you do it under my roof where I can ensure you keep your hands to yourself.”
Ashley huffed out an embarrassed breath. “Dad—”
“No, Ashley,” Anthony interrupted. “I won’t relent on this.”
Not wanting to get caught in the middle of the mess that was about to go down, I stood and extended my arms, reaching for Gracie. “I’ll take her, Tony.”
Anthony nodded once before handed over his youngest girl.
Cradling her in my arms, I took a step back and waved in Hope and Clara’s direction. “You two come with me,” I whispered, not wanting to draw attention. I wasn’t sure what was about to happen between Anthony and Chase, but Clara and Hope—both of whom were pregnant—didn’t need to be anywhere near any sort of altercation.
Maddie and Heidi both chose that moment to jump up and help the two preggos climb to their feet.
Feeling a tad better, I led the small group to the middle of the yard where all of the guys—including the three little ones—still stood, watching the events unfold.
I went to Kyle.
He smiled down at Gracie before placing his hands on my hips and turning me. Then, with my back facing his chest, he pulled me against him, and wrapped his arms around Gracie and me both.
Gracie instantly calmed.
Hovering his lips next to my ear, my guy whispered, “Missed the hell out of you, Beautiful Girl.”
The man was as sweet as peach pie.
I twisted and pressed a kiss to his jaw. “Missed you too, Hulk.”
Beside us, Hendrix, who now had Bella and Melody climbing all over him, tapped Ty’s arm. “Fifty bucks says my brother-in-law whoops your little brother’s as”—he glanced down at both little girls—“asthma… he’s going to whoop his asthma.”
“Hendrix Cole,” Maddie said, her hands on her hips, “I swear if either of my girls starts cussing, Chase won’t be the only one getting his asthma whooped.”
“A hundred bucks says Maddie can whoop your asthma, Cole,” Ty fired back.
Clara, who had her arms wrapped around Brantley’s waist, her head resting on his chest, added, “Pay me fifty bucks, and I’ll go whoop Chase’s asthma myself.”
Across from me, Heidi snorted, drawing Ty’s attention.
A smile spread across his face as his eyes raked over her, starting at the tips of her toes and ending at the top of her inky black hair.
I wanted to smack him.
But a second later that changed and the urge to slap him silly waned.
Lifting both of his hands into the air, Ty looked directly at Heidi and signed, “Hey, Angel. I’ve been waiting for you to walk over here.”
My mouth fell open.
“Wait,” Hope said to Ty, her eyes huge. “When did you learn ASL?”
Ty’s eyes never left Heidi’s as he replied, “When I first met Heidi.”
“Well, shit,” Evan cursed from beside Hope.
Not used to being the center of attention, Heidi blushed and looked away, gnawing her bottom lip nervously.
“Aw, Heidi Bug,” Hendrix started. “You look like you’re—”
I was half a second away from pinching the crap out of Hendrix when Chase caught my attention. Storming away from Ashley, he looked madder than a puffed toad. When he reached the gate that led to the front yard, he turned, shooting a glare Anthony’s way. “She won’t live under your roof forever, Moretti,” he snarled. “Remember that.”
Chase slammed the gate shut behind him.
Then he disappeared.
Ty shook his head. “Bet the walls in my apartment will be decorated with a few new holes tonight.” He looked at Kyle. “So much for anger management.”
My stomach twisted at the agonized expression Ashley wore as she stared at the place where Chase had just disappeared. Arms crossed over her chest, shoulders slumped, she looked defeated.
And hurt.
So dang hurt.
It broke my heart into a million pieces.
* * *
They’re making progress…
The thought echoed through my head as I stood next to the island in Grandmama’s kitchen, watching Kyle and Dottie—both of whom sat at the kitchen table—talking. Neither was touching the other, but the looks on their faces told me everything I needed to know.
They were happy.
Right then, they both looked free.
“Well,” Grandmama said, scooting beside me and nudging my arm with hers. “I don’t know what kinda magic you worked, Butterbean, but you did a heck of a job”—she pointed at Kyle and Dottie—“with that situation over there.” She smiled a big toothy grin. “I’m pretty darn proud of ya if I do say so myself.”
“I didn’t do much.”
“The heck you didn’t. Dottie done told me all about how you treated her with compassion and a whole lot of TLC. I know that wasn’t easy to do considering the situation.”
“I—” I started.
“Why, I can’t imagine carrying around all that guilt for that long,” she interrupted. “Seems like after a while it would just destroy all the good in you and leave nothing but gut rot.”
I froze.
“I mean, can you imagine keeping all that inside of you, just letting it eat away at you bit by bit?” She shook her head. “I can’t comprehend it.”
My shoulders slumped.
I took a shaky step backward.
“Carissa?” Grandmama’s voice filled with concern. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I can,” I whispered. “I can imagine it perfectly… because I live with it every day.”
Grandmama reached for me but I stepped back, evading her reach. “Kyle,” she said, never pulling her eyes from mine. “Get your rear end over here.”
The scrape of Kyle’s chair as he stood, shoving it backward echoed through the kitchen just as Daddy, followed by Heidi entered the room. Upon seeing their faces, something inside of me broke, and every dark secret I’d carried around in my soul since I was sixteen years old spilled out of me, blackening everything it touched.
“I’m so sorry, Daddy,” I cried, feeling Kyle’s arms wrap around my waist from behind. He mumbled something in my ear, but I couldn’t hear anything but the pounding of my own heart. “I’m sorry, Bug,” I continued. “I’m so sorry.”
Daddy headed straight for me, a horrified look on his face. “Carissa Ann, what in the world—”
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