“And you won’t have to worry about me failing you ever again. I made a mistake, but it’s one I won’t make again because I need you as much as you need me. More than that, I want you in my life because you brighten up my entire world, and I’m sick of living in the dark.”
He brushes his lips against mine, too fast for me to latch on. When he eases back, he’s smirking. “That was really fucking cheesy, and I’m not sure what it says about me, but I fucking love it.”
I roll my eyes, repositioning myself so I’m straddling him. “We both know you love a bit of cheese.” I nip at his earlobe, rejoicing when I feel him hardening underneath me. “And I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Presley
I’m not sure who moves first, or maybe we both move at the same time, but our lips collide in an earth-shattering kiss I feel from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Pressing my body against his, I grind my hips against his erection as we devour one another in a mad frenzy of lips, tongues, and teeth. Kent licks the inside of my mouth, and the most primitive groan escapes my throat. Every part of my body is humming with raw desire, and I clutch at him, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as I rock against him, desperate and needy.
“Kent,” I rasp into his mouth. “I need you.”
I drive my hips into his, and he hisses as my jeans-clad cunt presses into his hard cock.
“What exactly do you need, Presley baby?” His hands glide under my shirt, and his fingers move lightning fast, cupping my breasts through my lacy bra.
“You. I need you.” I thrust my tits into his hands as he roughly fondles my flesh.
He tugs at my ear, and a whimper flies from my mouth. “Gonna need you to be more specific, babe.”
“Fuck me!” I all but yell. “I need you to fuck me.” We haven’t gone there yet because I’ve been purposely holding back. But not anymore. Kent doesn’t need to prove anything to me, and I’m ready to take this risk with him. Nothing has ever felt so right, and I want to give him every part of me, consequences be damned.
His hands stall on my boobs, and he tilts his head back, peering into my eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I press a hard kiss to his lips. “I’m done wasting time. Take me to your bed, and make me yours.”
We race up the two flights of stairs to his master suite, and I slam to a halt when I get a look at the new addition to the room. “You got a new bed,” I whisper, walking toward the gigantic four-poster bed like I’m on autopilot. My fingers toy with the sheer white gossamer curtains as he comes up behind me, pressing his chest to my back.
His hands land on my stomach in a possessive hold. “Do you like it?” he asks, brushing my hair aside with his nose, planting a trail of feather-soft kisses along my neck.
“I fucking love it.” I turn to face him, flinging my arms around his neck, peppering his mouth with kisses. “What are you doing to me, Kent Kennedy?” I drag his lower lip between my teeth, softly biting on the plump flesh. “You have this amazingly sweet romantic side I am completely addicted to.”
Grabbing my ass, he lifts me up, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. “That’s all for you, baby. No one else gets that side of me. Only you.”
Tears prick my eyes, and emotion clogs my throat, and I realize something else.
I’m in love with him.
With every part he has deemed to show me—and the parts he hasn’t as well.
I want to tell him because my heart is fit to burst, but I’m afraid of scaring him, so I keep the words trapped inside. For now. Instead, I let my hormones win because if he doesn’t fuck me now I might just die.
Kent throws me down on the bed, and I fist a hand in his shirt, yanking him down on top of me. Our mouths fuse as we writhe against one another, still fully clothed, and I can’t get enough of him. Every molecule in my body is on fire, and he’s the only one who can extinguish the flames. I tug at his shirt, rolling it up his body, and he sits up, one leg on either side of me, as he pulls it over his head and throws it on the floor.
He makes quick work of unbuttoning my shirt, exposing my bra-clad upper torso. In next to no time, my bra and shirt join his shirt on the ground and he’s leaning over me, tracing a path with his lips from my neck down along my collarbone and to the swells of my breasts.
He cups one boob in his large hand, kneading my sensitive flesh, while his mouth closes over the nipple of my other breast. He sucks hard, lightly grazing his teeth over the puckered bud, and my hips arch off the bed of their own volition. He tweaks my other nipple while his tongue does all kinds of wicked things to this one, and then he alternates, lavishing both breasts with attention until it feels like I could come just from this.
But I want more.
Need more.
It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, and I need to feel this man moving inside me.
“Kent!” I hiss, shoving at his head. “Stop torturing me. I need your cock.”
He chuckles, releasing my tit with a popping sound. Hovering over me, he fixes me with that trademark shit-eating grin of his. “My foreplay is torture to you?” he teases, brushing his thumb against my mouth.
“It is when I’m desperate and needy and so fucking wet I’m likely to drown.”
He chuckles, sliding his body down along mine, worshiping my overheated flesh with his fingers and his mouth. He pops the button of my jeans, and his eyes stay latched on mine as he tugs the denim down to my hips, pushes my lace thong to one side, and thrusts two fingers inside me. “Perfect,” he murmurs, extracting his wet fingers and pushing them in his mouth. “So damn perfect,” he adds, making a meal out of licking my juices from his fingers.
My chest heaves and my core aches with need as I watch him fully remove my jeans and underwear before shedding his own jeans and boxers. He walks to the bedside table and retrieves some condoms and lube from the drawer, tossing them beside me on the bed.
Grabbing his hips, I pull him toward me as I sit up, my mouth at the perfect angle to suck his big cock. I don’t wait for permission, holding on to his hips as I lower my mouth over his perfection.
Kent has the biggest, most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. The flesh is warm and velvety-soft, and he’s long and thick as he slowly thrusts into my mouth. I stretch my lips wide, wanting to take as much of him as I can. Keeping one hand on his hip, I use my free hand to play with his balls, loving the weight and feel of them in my palm.
Abruptly, he pulls out, pushing my chest, forcing me to lie flat on my back, sideways across the bed. Dropping to his knees, he spreads my thighs wide, pulling me a little closer to the edge of the bed, before he dives in. His wicked tongue and fingers go to town on my pussy and my clit, and he brings me to an orgasm in record time.
I’m still coming down from the euphoric high when he repositions me on the bed, placing me in the middle with my head propped on several pillows. Kneeling between my thighs, he rolls a condom on before pushing his fingers inside me, scooping up my cum, and using it to coat his condom-covered shaft.
It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and a fresh wave of lust washes over me. I part my legs wider, inviting him in with blatant “fuck me” eyes, and he stops torturing me, driving inside me in one smooth, hard thrust.
I cry out as he fills me, stretching me like never before, and I close my eyes, absorbing the fullness and the feel of him conquering every part of my being, loving how incredible it feels to have him inside me.
“Open your pretty eyes, baby. I want to see you.”
My eyes open, and he leans down, keeping his dick immobile inside my pussy as his dark, heated gaze inspects every inch of my face. Then he kisses me. Dusting unhurried, worshipful kisses on my mouth like time has ceased to hold any meaning. As if time is infinite—like his kisses. He hasn’t moved inside me yet, and there is something wholly reverential about being connected to him like this that has nothing to do with carnal desire. His kisses and the feel of hi
m inside me is infinitely tender and one of the most intimate moments of my life.
“Presley, baby.” His voice is swollen with emotion as he plants soft kisses on my cheeks, staring deep into my eyes, letting me know he feels the magnitude of this moment too. “I need you to know you are everything to me.”
A single tear leaks out of the corner of my eye. My heart is an enlarged, pounding, throbbing, aching mass of emotion in my chest. An organ that now beats for him and only him. “You are everything to me too, Kent. Absolutely everything.”
“I like hearing that,” he whispers, collecting my tear with the tip of his finger. He brings his finger to his mouth, tasting my emotion. “And as much as I want to take my sweet time with you, my balls are about to explode. I need to fuck you hard and fast, baby.”
“You won’t hear me complaining.” I lift my hips, and we groan in unison. “Fuck me hard and fast, Kent. Destroy me for all other men.”
He needs no further invitation. His lips crash upon mine as he moves, driving his dick inside me before pulling back out and slamming into me again. I writhe and scream as he pounds into me with a ferociousness I adore. Angling my hips, I thrust up to meet his movements, locking my ankles behind his back.
He rocks into me, over and over, pushing his cock as far as it will go, until it feels like he’s impaling my womb, and I can’t get enough. My fingers toy with the wiry curls of hair above his dick while his fingers yank and pull on my nipples. Sweat glides down his gorgeous chest, and his abs flex and roll as he thrusts inside my body.
Little beads of sweat plaster strands of hair to my brow as Kent fucks me into the bed like a man possessed. My climax crashes over me out of nowhere, and I shout out his name as the most intense orgasm seizes control of my body.
Kent picks up his pace, fucking me even harder, and my upper body jostles, my tits jiggling, as he grips my hips, dragging my legs over his shoulders, and slams into me a couple of more times. It’s rough and raw and hot as hell.
He yells, his body tensing as he reaches his peak, and I can feel him spilling into the condom inside me as I watch the blissful, fierce look of contentment spread across his face.
Tossing the used condom on the floor, he collapses on top of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding his face to my chest, dotting kisses all over his dark hair. “That was amazing, Kent,” I whisper. “So damn hot.”
He grips my side, snuggling in closer to my chest. “I’ve got that dirty, dirty feeling.”
“What?” I splutter, wondering if amazing sex nukes a few brain cells.
He chuckles, lifting his head up, singing an unfamiliar song. His voice is deep and harmonious, and I’m enchanted by this man. It doesn’t take me long to connect the dots, and I grin as he serenades me in a really bad impersonation of Elvis. It’s not that he can’t sing; it’s that he doesn’t sound even remotely like The King. He falters after a few lines, slanting me a cute lopsided smile. “That’s all I can remember of that one.”
“You’ve been memorizing Elvis song lyrics?” I ask, running my hands along the corded muscle of his shoulders.
“I’m nothing if not thorough in my research,” he jokes, slanting his head to the side as his palm covers my breast.
“You’re such a dork.” I playfully shove him, and he rolls us until I’m seated strategically on top of him. His cock is already rock hard again, and my pussy floods with desire.
“Yeah,” he agrees, grabbing my hips and grinding his unsheathed dick against me. Sensation rockets through me at the feel of him just rubbing against my folds. “But I’m your dork.”
Leaning down, I plaster my chest to his and kiss him softly. “Promise?”
“For as long as you’ll have me,” he says, brushing hair back out of my face.
Forever then. I think it, but that’s not what I say. “I’m going nowhere, Kent.”
He stares into my eyes, and I get lost in the most beautiful ocean, completely hypnotized by the clear blue crystal depths peering back at me. “Move in with me,” he says with no hint of hesitation.
My eyes pop wide, and I sit up. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“We only just got back together.”
“So what?” He plays with the ends of my hair. “I want you in my life, Presley. We both have busy schedules, and we don’t live close to one another. You know it makes sense.”
For him, maybe. If I move in here, I’m facing a long commute to work each day, which is not practical. And, as much as my heart is currently doing somersaults at the idea, it’s too soon. I’m not ready to give up my independence even if there’s a part of me urging myself to throw caution to the wind. “It’s too soon, Kent,” I say, trying to let him down gently.
Disappointment flares in his eyes, but he quickly hides it. “Just think about it.” His hands land on my ass, and he kneads my ass cheeks.
“I’ll think about it, but I’m not promising anything.”
Stretching up, he rubs his nose against mine. “You know I love a good challenge.”
I roll my eyes, knowing I’ve just thrown down the gauntlet.
“And I’m a persistent fucker when I want something,” he adds, grasping both sides of my face. “And I want you in my bed every night and every morning.” He flashes me a confident smile. “I’m not going to stop asking until you say yes.”
“What happened to letting me think about it?” I narrow my eyes at him.
He smirks. “I’ve changed my mind.” He tweaks my nose. “Sometimes, we don’t know what’s best for us until someone points it out, and on this occasion, that someone is going to be me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Kent
It’s been more than two weeks since Presley and I got back together, and I ask her to move in with me every single day, but she’s still saying no. She has outlined her reasons, and I understand the commute is a big concern because it’s not so easy to move between her job and my house on public transportation.
Which is why I’m presently outside Ramshackle, waiting for my girl to finish her shift so I can show her the car I bought her. I fully expect her to be mad, but she can suck it up because this removes a big obstacle, and I’m confident she’ll see that once she’s calmed down.
When she doesn’t appear after a few minutes, I lock the car and saunter inside, winking at Bugger as I shove past him. Dude still doesn’t like me much—unless I’m flashing him hundred-dollar bills, and then I’m his best buddy.
I walk across the empty bar, frowning when I don’t spot my baby.
“Relax,” her friend Imogen says, noticing my frown. “She’s in the back getting her stuff.” She finishes wiping down the counter before straightening up, folding her arms across her chest, and leveling me with an unfathomable look. “She told me you asked her to move in.”
“I did. Several times. Daily.” I pull myself up onto a stool as I wait. “Did she also tell you she’s the most stubborn woman this side of the Atlantic?”
Imogen shakes her head. “It’s not stubbornness. It’s called protecting her heart.”
“Her heart is safe in my hands. I promise.”
She cocks her head to the side. “You mean that.”
“I do.”
A genuine smile crawls over her face. “I’m glad to hear it because that girl has been through enough heartbreak.”
“I agree, and I’ve no intention of adding to it.” There’s still a small flicker of fear at the back of my mind that says I’ll find a way of fucking it up, that this is too good to be true, but I ignore those thoughts, refusing to let them derail me.
“Good. By the way, thank you for last weekend with Kady. She had a great time.”
“She’s a good kid.” Presley had agreed to watch Kady last Sunday afternoon, so we hit the park and a pizza place before heading back to Presley’s apartment to watch some cheesy teen movie on Netflix.
“Also, Ford said to tell you thanks for the purse. Michelle loved it.”
“I owed him.”
“For what?” Presley asks, emerging from the staff room with her bag on her back and a suspicious look on her face.
“He helped me with some stuff, and in exchange, I got a Miranda Fanning purse for his girlfriend from Red.” Red, aka Rachel—Brad’s wife and Faye’s bestie—works for one of the hottest designer brands in New York. It pays to have contacts in the right places.
“What stuff?” she asks, planting her hands on her hips, letting me know she won’t let this go.
“Ford was the one who gave me your cell phone number and your address, and he might have informed me you liked pumpkin spice lattes and suggested which flowers to buy.” Honestly, I’m surprised she hasn’t figured it out for herself by now.
“That little shit. I’m going to kick his disloyal ass.”
Mo laughs, accepting the bag Presley hands her. “Considering where you’ve ended up, I think you should be thanking him for interfering.”
“I second that opinion,” I say, slinging my arm around Presley’s shoulders when she comes out from behind the counter. “Remind me to thank him when I see him next.”
I stand by the door as they switch off the lights and Presley sets the alarm. We walk outside, and Bugger secures the roll-down security gates behind us, locking up and walking off without a word. He’s a strange dude but good at his job, and I have peace of mind knowing he’s protecting my woman while she works.
Presley frowns, glancing up and down the quiet street. “Where’s your SUV?”
“At home.” I lean against the side of the shiny new Lexus SUV, sporting a cocky grin.
Her mouth opens and closes as I dangle the keys in her direction. “What’s going on, Kent?”
Pushing off the car, I take her hand, placing the keys in her palm. “You can drive us tonight.” I turn around, gesturing at the sleek black car. “In your new car.”
“No freaking way.” Imogen’s eyes are out on stilts as they roam over the car. “You bought her a car?” she shrieks.
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