by Hayden Wolfe
She lifted her bottom.
His dick thickened more at the prospect of finally sinking into a woman’s body again. Having Ronnie’s sex so close to his achy cock made it better, like a feast after starving.
“Is fucking in your big bed better than what we used to share?”
She pushed to her knees and ran a hand down his chest, stopping at his waistband. “I can’t really make a comparison. I’m not a horny teenager anymore.”
He took her hand and pressed it over his trapped erection. Together they stroked. Her breath escaped on a shaky exhale. He released her hand, and she continued to caress his hidden dick. Excitement gripped him. Ronnie was as wild as she’d been a decade ago. He’d bet money on it.
“Don’t you let your lovers fuck you outside? Or in public places like we used to do?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
No, he supposed it wasn’t, but he planned to make it his again, if only for tonight.
He linked an arm around her waist and drew her against his chest. She angled her head to glance at him. Lust darkened her eyes. The look was one he had no problem reading. She’d let him spread her lush thighs and take her. He couldn’t wait, but he knew what she liked, and he’d give it to her.
“Don’t you miss it? The excitement, wondering if someone will catch you”—he skimmed his parted lips over her cheek to her ear—“or if some guy is watching, maybe jerking off and wishing he was the one pounding into you.”
She licked her lips. “Public sex doesn’t really do it for me anymore.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying.” Her words came out shaky.
He fisted the material of her skirt. So damn close. He wanted Ronnie’s sex massaging him, milking him, taking him to heaven. He caught her earlobe and nibbled on the tender flesh until she moaned.
“Kyle.” She dug her nails into his arm and pulled him closer.
His name sounded good in her breathless voice. It would sound even better moaned when she came apart around his dick.
He eased back so his breath skimmed over her wet skin. She shivered and leaned into him, a silent acceptance of his touch. He tightened his hold on her waist.
“I think you’re dripping in welcome for me. Are you, doll?” He slid his hand up her thigh and paused before reaching her panties. “Are you wet for me?”
She swallowed loud enough for him to hear but didn’t answer.
Slowly, he inched his fingers higher. She widened her legs more. He turned her head so he could watch her expression. The light from the moon showed him what he needed to see. Desire, for him.
He pressed his thumb to her opening. Dampness met his fingertips. He pushed, dipping the drenched satin deeper. Her breath escaped in a loud exhale.
“I was right. You’re soaked. I bet you’re achy too.” He traced her opening, and she dropped her head against his chest. “Do you need a thick, hard cock inside you?”
“I didn’t come here to ride yours.” Her words said one thing, but she shifted her bottom, rubbing against his finger. His thumb slipped past the material. She stifled a moan. “If you hadn’t run into me at Jimmy’s Place, you never would’ve known I was here.”
He ground his teeth. The resentment gripped him. She’d left him. No good-bye. No explanation. Nothing. Just upped and took off a day before he’d planned to pop the question.
Determination returned.
He’d make her regret leaving him. Then she could feel as if she were missing a piece of her soul, always long for that connection they’d shared. And when she couldn’t find it with another lover, she’d hurt, not him.
“Would’ve been a shame if we hadn’t run into each other. I’ve enjoyed seeing you. Talking to you.”
He moved the soaked barrier of her thong aside and pushed two fingers into her core. She gasped. Her incredibly tight muscles gripped the small invasion. He pushed as deep as he could go and spread his fingers. A curl and stroke, and he caressed her as if he had every right to do so. She didn’t stop him. She rocked over his fingers.
“And this.” He kissed her neck. “I miss this. Touching you.”
“You’re still naughty, Kyle Sander.”
“Only with you.” He clenched his jaw. Too late. The words hung between them. He swallowed hard. “You never answered me. Do you still have sex in public?”
“No.”
He yanked his fingers out and pulled her skirt down. “Too bad. We could’ve fucked right here.” He lifted her out of the truck bed and set her on her feet. “For old time’s sake, of course.”
He turned away and walked toward her car. “I’m going to drop the hood. Make sure you have everything you need from your car.”
Because if he was going to fuck her, he wanted to watch every damn orgasm he ripped from her pass over her face. And he needed her sweet ass over here in the light for him to do that.
He glanced over his shoulder. He couldn’t see her expression, but she stood with her hand against the side of his truck. He liked to think it was because her legs were shaky. If they weren’t, before he was done with her, they would be.
“Well, doll, if you want me to take care of you tonight, you need to come over here so we can get started.”
Chapter 3
Kyle let the hood close with a thump, then laid his palm on the metal. Cool. Good. He wanted Ronnie’s ass a little dirty, not hot.
The Shelby’s door opened and shut. The lock turned. Its distinctive click resounded in the night. He took her bag before she could step away. “This everything?”
“Yes, that’s all I have.”
He held his hand out to the side and dropped her tote.
Ronnie glared at him. “What’s your problem? My laptop’s in there!”
She ducked under the arm he had propped on the roof of her car. He caught her hips and spun her so she faced the hood. With his thighs bracketing hers, he pressed his palms to the metal, caging her right where he wanted her.
She turned her head. Her eyes became his world. Damn, he missed seeing them hazed with lust. “I want to kiss you, Ronnie.”
She swept the tip of her tongue out, moistening her mouth and tempting him to feast. “Are you asking permission, or—”
He leaned closer and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, stopping her words. Her shaky exhale washed over him, filling his lungs with the scent of cinnamon. The long-denied craving for her taste surged. She’d always chewed on cinnamon gum or mints. The taste used to drug him. Would it still? She’d been his favorite addiction a lifetime ago.
He grasped the back of her neck and licked the inside of her lip. Her flavor hit him, a punch in the gut he welcomed. It left him a little crazed and a lot horny. On a groan, he kissed her. She opened to him, stroking her tongue with his and feeding him her soft mewling noises, those little purrs of contentment she’d always offered him whenever they first came together. He soaked them up along with the rightness kissing her brought.
Ronnie complemented his thrusts and licks with ones of her own. They’d perfected the art of kissing years before they’d ever joined their bodies. It had been his favorite hobby. He’d never been able to get enough. He still couldn’t. Head angled, he delved deeper and sucked on her tongue, tearing moans from her throat.
She twisted her torso and linked her hands around his neck. With her nails dug into his skin, she tugged him closer, kissed him harder, and tore his tenacious control to shreds. He rocked into her and let his hands roam over her soft, curvy body.
Primitive hungers beat at him. He wanted to strip her and lick every inch, memorizing her swells and valleys. Maybe spread her thighs and get drunk on her sweet sex. Or push her to her knees and fuck her mouth until he exploded. So many images rose, but it was the need to possess her that made his decision.
He tore his mouth from hers. She panted hard. So did he. The lust they’d shared returned, stronger than ever. He couldn’t wait a moment more.
He rubbed his fore
finger over her lips, then slipped it between them. Her breath heated his skin. She closed her mouth over his finger. With a swirl of her tongue, she drew him deeper and held him there for a long moment before she sucked. Hard.
His dick jerked. Precome seeped from the tip. He yanked on his finger, but she bit just to the point of pain, stopping him. His breath escaped in a shudder. He dragged his finger out, her teeth scraping him, and cupped her face between his palms.
“I’m going to bend you over your car, lift your skirt, and fuck you, Ronnie. If you have some guy that’s going to hunt me down for making you come all over my dick, tell me now.” He flashed her a wicked smile. “And I’ll make you writhe over my tongue instead.”
She peered at him through half-lidded eyes. “I was right about you, Kyle Sander. You’re naughty.” She slid her hand over his chest and gripped the neck of his shirt. “Stubborn.” She tugged, bringing his lips to hers. “And hot.”
“I’m also yours.” He closed his eyes and cursed himself for voicing the truth he’d always known. “For tonight, I’m yours.” He tacked on the qualifier and hoped she didn’t question it.
“What part of you is mine?” Her breathy question hung between them.
Damn her. She knew.
“My cock.” He studied her through his cracked lids. “You do need my hard length inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes.” She inhaled sharply. “Yes, fuck me so hard I can feel you in my soul.”
He yanked the tie from her hair. Her platinum strands cascaded over his arm. He grabbed her locks and twisted them around his palm. With a rough tug, he bent her head back. “That shouldn’t be too hard. I claimed you—heart, body, and soul—on your sixteenth birthday. Think of tonight as a repeat performance.”
He captured her mouth again, not letting her lead. Not even letting her match him. He took from her everything she’d denied him. With rough thrusts of his tongue, he explored her until he’d licked every inch. She skimmed her fingers over his back while he possessed her mouth. Her lazy caresses inflamed him more. He yanked her closer on a harsh grunt and loved her mouth. It wasn’t enough.
“Ronnie.” He wasn’t sure what he asked for, or what he was trying to say, but she pushed her bottom against him and tossed her loose hair over her shoulder.
“Please.”
Best word he’d ever heard. He lifted her skirt and caressed her ass cheeks. A strip of hot pink dipped between them. With a finger hooked under the string, he tugged it down. She wiggled. The satin panties slid down her thighs.
He focused on her exposed sex. Unable to resist, he swiped a finger along her slickened folds. At the top of her cleft, the tiniest splotch of curls met his fingertips. He ran his finger over them, pushing ever so slightly against her clit.
“Kyle.” His name came out as a whisper. It didn’t dim the awe in her voice.
No matter what had happened to scare her off, they’d always had an unexplainable connection when their bodies came together. “Tell me you want me.”
“Yes, I want you. I need you.”
He dipped his tongue into her sweet sex. It hadn’t been part of his plan, but he needed to swallow her arousal. An addiction—that was what Ronnie was to him. Tonight he’d work her out of his system and turn the tables on her, making her the one who dreamed of what they’d shared. He licked along her folds once, then twice more before forcing his mouth from her lower lips.
“You still taste good, doll.” He leaned over her and waited, mouth a hairbreadth from hers.
She whimpered but licked his lips and curled her tongue around his, swallowing her arousal. It had been their deal, one made way back when they’d experimented with each other’s bodies. Together they’d learned the beauty to be found in the give and take of pleasure. They’d both shared in oral sex. If he ate her out, she’d kiss him and drink of herself too. He’d do the same, licking his cum off her chin.
He’d never offered to kiss any other woman after she sucked him off, only Ronnie.
He grinned against her mouth, pleased with the little reminder that she remembered their deal. “I only have one condom. We’re going to have to make it last.”
He prayed he could. A year with only his hand to give him relief and a decade without Ronnie’s snug body to hold him tight promised to undo him within seconds.
Nope. He had one shot to make her regret leaving him. He wasn’t going to blow it.
He tugged his jeans down and kicked off his boots. The foil tore with ease but getting the damn condom on his straining cock would’ve tried a lesser man’s patience. His freaking hands shook. He finally slipped it over the head and seated his length against her opening.
He caught her gaze and held it while he pushed his dick into her body, inch by inch. Her eyelids fluttered and mouth opened on a shaky sigh, but she held his gaze as he joined them. Her inner muscles parted for his dick, wrapping around him and massaging him in an erotic kiss that threatened to undo him. A couple of thrusts and she’d come and take him with her. Not happening. He had a point to make.
“Kyle.”
There it was again, the pure wonder. He savored it.
“So good.” He rolled his hips, loosening her and sliding impossibly deeper. “You’re tight. Wet. Hot.” He turned her face toward him. “Feels like heaven.”
“Yes, yours.”
“Oh God, Ronnie.” He buried his face into her hair and tried to ignore the emotion her words brought. She’d always replied to his praise that way. He hadn’t realized he’d prompted her for the response.
Sex. This was sex, nothing more. She left him. He had to remember his plan.
He gritted his teeth and dragged his penis from her tight core. Her body fought to hold him inside. The grip of her muscles strangled him. He paused, the head of his cock at the mouth of her sex, and steeled himself against the crippling feelings she stirred. He drove his hips forward. Her body parted for him, conformed to him, and drew him deep.
He repeated the full stroke, again and again. Each time, he had to push a little harder, move a little quicker as her body tried to capture his rigid length and milk him dry. It turned into a race, a dominance battle, and promise of ecstasy all wrapped into one.
She rocked with him, rolling her hips on each one of his forward drives. The screwing motion destroyed his control. He gripped her hips and pounded into her, exactly as he’d promised. He took out his frustration, his resentment, and his anger on her. And she moaned for him. Matched his wildness. Gave it all back. Their bodies smacked, faster, harder. He bit his cheek to hold back his release.
Not yet, not yet. She needed to regret walking away. Fucking miss him. Yearn for him. Goddammit, she needed to love him.
“Kyle. Oh, God. Yes.”
Her orgasm swept over her. She tipped her head back and moaned. Her muscles locked down on his dick, pulling him deep. His seed rushed up. He grunted and let go. His cock jerked, over and over, and she kept coming, demanding he match her until he gave her everything.
He collapsed over her. She turned her head, and her hazel eyes captured his. She held his gaze for a long, breathless moment. Then she…smiled.
And shattered his world.
The pleased and relaxed grin pierced him with all the intensity of a lightning bolt. He felt it whip through him. His heart stuttered before racing hard.
He looked into her face and realized he’d screwed himself by fucking Ronnie. He still loved her. He’d never stopped, and she was going to walk away from him and break his damn heart. Again.
Chapter 4
Ronnie hoped the smile on her face hid her emotions. She’d gotten good at it over the years. Every time her mom had asked if she was happy, she’d flash a fake grin and lie. In the face of Kyle’s relaxed and sated expression, she needed her mask. Hell, she needed a full set of body armor. The boy she’d loved and left behind had turned into a man with the power to destroy her. The heated look in his eyes would be the weapon he used to do it.
What had she b
een thinking? She’d just had sex with a man who knew her every trigger point. A man she’d once loved.
She knew why she’d let him bend her over and take her hard. Escape. Kyle offered her the opportunity to put her troubles aside and feel alive again, if only for a few minutes. She just hadn’t expected the rush of emotions being in his arms would cause.
Kyle pressed his lips to hers, a barely there kiss that cracked her heart open. “Thanks, doll. Just like I remembered.”
“Mmmm, you’re right. That was exactly what I needed.” If she wanted to rip her heart out and stomp on it.
He pressed his big hand to her lower back and dragged his penis out. She shuddered from the loss of him. He kissed the back of her neck and stepped away, no doubt to deal with the condom.
She braced her shaky body on her elbows and used the moment to regain control over her heart. She’d known there was a small chance she’d run into Kyle. She’d even prepared herself for the possibility of seeing a ring on his finger. That was what he’d wanted more than anything. Get married, have kids, and live out his life in Sander’s Valley. She hadn’t been able to give him those things, so she’d walked away before she’d ruined his chance of making his dream a reality.
The local girls married young. She’d spent enough time here to know that. She’d wanted Kyle to have a shot at finding one who would love him. Not seeing a ring had shocked her. But then again…
Oh no, please no. Her gut churned at the possibility that he simply didn’t wear a band.
“So, Kyle?”
He froze, jeans halfway up his legs. “Yeah?”
“Do I have to watch over my back for the rest of my visit to make sure your wife doesn’t attack me?”
He stared at her for a long moment. The silence and his carefully neutral expression churned her belly. Guilt caused the roiling, but it wasn’t over the worry of getting caught. The sick feeling stemmed from the question itself. How could she even think he’d cheat on a woman?
Kyle had been a good man when she’d known him. Loyal. Honorable. She didn’t doubt he’d be a devoted husband.
