She stood too, taking the half-eaten milkshake with her.
“And what button’s that?” she asked over her shoulder.
I took in the view of her backside. The tight black pants that molded to her ass perfectly. Her long hair that just brushed the top of her butt… just begging for me to sink my fingers into it. A handhold I could pull while I fucked her hard from behind.
“I’m not an easy man.” I said softly behind her. “I’m rough. I have a kid. My job’s demanding and I won’t be able to devote a lot of time to you.”
She snorted. “I’m not an easy woman. I’m emotional. I have baggage. I’m loud. My kid requires a lot of my attention. And I PMS once a month.”
In one swift move, I pinned her up against the side of my cruiser.
Her body went limp, and her fingers went to my shirt, clutching it in her fists.
My mouth slammed down on hers. Weeks of sexual frustration coming out in the kiss.
She tasted like vanilla ice cream.
Soft and smooth, and oh, so sweet.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said against her lips. “When I get you into my bed, I won’t let you up for air for weeks.”
She grinned, pulling in the air I’d just exhaled before saying, “We have kids. You’ve got until ten A.M. Tops.”
I leaned forward. “That’s enough time…for now.”
Chapter 11
Nice pants. Now take them off so I can fuck you. Unless you’re not fond of them, then I’ll take care of them for you.
-Luke
Reese
We never made it further than Luke’s garage.
I was nervous.
Would it show that I hadn’t had sex in years?
As I looked at Luke, his grip on the steering wheel, the large outline of his cock behind his black pants, I started to panic.
Which was why we never made it inside.
He must’ve sensed my panic when he rolled his cruiser into the garage and turned it off.
He looked over at me, eyelids low and gave me a wolfish grin before the hand that wasn’t held in mine snaked out, unbuckled both seatbelts, and hauled me across the console.
I went, folding my legs up until I straddled him, knees planted on either side of his hips.
On one side the seatbelt dug into my knee. The other, the door and his gun.
But my uncomfortableness suddenly took a flying leap and bound out the window when warm, wet lips descended upon my own.
He captured my bottom lip between his teeth and bit down lightly, bucking upward at the same time.
My eyes became hooded as the heat of his cock rubbed against my sex, causing need to zip through my body like an electrical current.
My breathing picked up. My heart rate increased. My nipples beaded, and my sex started to leak.
When he sucked my lip, I leaned forward and backward, working my core along his stiff length, bumping into his gun belt on each forward movement.
His hands traveled up my sides, encountering the hastily made cuts of my shirt where I’d stripped it of its sleeves earlier that morning.
The fabric was jagged, only held together at my sides by a thin piece of material that covered my lower ribs and belly.
His thumbs hooked into my sports bra, sliding it up until my breasts burst free from their confines, only covered now by a threadbare piece of material. The material of my sports bra was bunched up around my armpits, and I relished in the feeling. Something about him not removing my shirt made the whole situation naughtier…hotter.
His eyes were laser focused on my breasts as my nipples beaded even more, standing out in stark relief against my gray shirt.
“So sexy,” he groaned, letting his thumbs travel under my shirt to brush against my distended nipples.
I gasped, leaning into his touch.
He grinned as he took the material on each side, pinching the two arm holes together so my breasts were exposed.
They felt heavy with need as he studied them.
Slowly, he leaned forward and gave one breast a long, languid lick. Then he blew on it, making it harden impossibly more.
“Oh, God,” I said, feeling the act like a shock to my pussy.
He grinned before repeating the process on the other nipple.
My hands started to grapple with his Kevlar vest.
Once I had it off and tossed carelessly into the passenger side floor board, I worked on his shirt, followed shortly by a white undershirt.
He held his arms up and hunched his shoulders to make the removal easier, and I was thankful.
The confining space of the car was impairing my ability to maneuver and making me jerky with pent up need.
He left my shirt where it was, pinned in place between my breasts as he leaned forward and sucked one rosy nipple into his mouth, suckling on it like a starving man.
My hands found his hair, and I clamped down on it while I moved my hips against his cock, faster and faster.
His free hand pinched my other nipple, teasing a hint of pain out of my pleasure.
“Oh, God,” I said, feeling an all too familiar feeling start to barrel through me.
Noticing my frenzied movement, his mouth left my breast and switched to the other nipple, suckling hard while his free hand moved down my stomach.
His nimble fingers slipped under the waistband of first my pants, then my panties.
His fingers felt utterly right as they worked their way through my slippery folds, past my clit and straight into my pussy.
His two large, rough fingers working my empty channel was exactly what I needed to tip over the edge of the cliff.
I crashed. Hard.
Moaning loudly, I threw my head back and rode his fingers through my orgasm.
His mouth on my nipple never stopped as I practically flooded his fingers with my release.
It was so intense, in fact, that I wasn’t aware of the movement of our bodies until I felt my back hit something smooth and unyielding.
My shoes were the first to go, followed by my socks, pants, and panties.
He left my shirt where it was, as my legs fell open to his hot gaze.
I was wet and swollen, and the expression on his face had me raring to go again. No recovery time needed.
His eyes studied my face, my body spread out on the hood of the car.
I briefly noticed it was a deep, midnight purple that was buffed to perfection.
Then all thoughts of the car I was currently occupying the hood of died when he reached for his back pocket and withdrew a wallet.
His fingers searched inside the depths, coming out with a foil square that he held between his teeth as he unzipped his pants and maneuvered his thick length out of the opening.
My mind blanked as I caught sight of the beauty.
Large and thick, I briefly wondered if it’d hurt going into me, but just as quickly dismissed it. I didn’t care if it hurt. In fact, I kind of wanted it to hurt.
He smiled and ripped the foil packet open with his teeth, removing the condom and pinching the tip before working the latex down over his stiff dick.
My eyes were drawn to his balls that hung between his legs as he gave his condom-clad cock a few short tugs. With each movement, his balls swung, and my mouth watered.
Then his expression, one of hunger, changed. Going quickly to need as he took hold of my hips and rolled me until I was on my stomach.
My hands went to the gap between the windshield and the hood, clasping on tightly as he positioned me down lower on the car before lining his hard cock up with my weeping core.
With one swift movement, he buried himself balls deep inside of me.
The accessories lining his utility belt dug into my ass, but I was beyond caring as the feeling of being filled beyond capacity overwhelmed me.
“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ tight,” he groaned, pulling his cock out and sinking back inside me.
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nbsp; The only thing I could manage was a grunt of admission as his hips slammed into mine.
Not happy with the angle, he moved me until my feet were planted firmly on the ground.
My hands just barely reached their previous holds, but I didn’t care.
With each thrust of his cock, his balls swung, hitting my clit deliciously.
My hips were pressed into the side of his car, and I vaguely remembered thinking about leaving body imprints against the paint.
My forehead fell forward as his hands landed on my hips for traction.
Then he switched up his movements. Going from harsh, fast movements to a slow, circular movement that had him hitting some forbidden place inside of me.
One of his hands moved from my hip, up my back, until it tangled into my hair.
Removing the hair tie that was keeping it up and letting the large mass of tangles fall free. Which he promptly buried his gigantic hand into and pulled.
My head arched from the hood as he placed pressure on my hair, pulling me back until I was standing plastered against his body.
The car holding my hips steady as he ground his cock inside of me.
“Feel good?” he asked, withdrawing slightly before pressing back inside.
I moaned as I hissed out, “Yes.”
His lips descended on my exposed throat, sucking my skin in between his lips slightly, and suckling as he pulled free of my body.
Then I was moving again, on my back as his mouth descended between my legs.
I grasped his hair, pulling back as I simultaneously thrust my hips forward, grinding my clit into his face.
He chuckled at my movements as I cried out in surprise as two fingers abruptly slammed inside me, surprising me with the sudden fullness.
“Oh, Luke,” I moaned, heels going into the hood of the car as I canted my hips, moving them as best as I could to reach the plateau that I could feel just barely beyond my reach.
He chuckled against my clit, then curled his fingers into my pussy, making my eyes squeeze tightly shut as he massaged my g-spot.
He slurped loudly, sucking my clit between his teeth before biting down gently.
I screamed, coming hard as he worked me. My own hands found my breasts, squeezing and massaging as my orgasm tore through me.
He worked me throughout my release. Only stopping when I started to pull away from his touch.
Then, like a madman, he pulled up quickly, yanked me down until my ass was once again on the edge of the hood, and slammed inside of me.
He thrust forward hard and rough.
His balls slapped against me with each thrust of his hips, and I gasped in renewed desire as his thrusting had me on a collision course with another orgasm.
His thumb found my clit as his eyes focused on mine.
He watched the emotions pour through me as he worked my clit with his callused fingers, flicking it expertly with the side of his thumb.
Then he leaned forward
“Let me have your breast,” he ordered.
I cupped one breast in my hand and pointed the nipple straight at his mouth, which he immediately sucked in, feeding ravenously.
“Oh God,” I said as I passed the point of no return.
Once again, for the third time in less than twenty minutes, I was coming.
This time though, he went with me.
As my pussy contracted around his cock, I could feel him jerk inside of me, shooting his cum into the tip of the condom.
I cried out loudly, losing the ability to hold my breast up for him as I buried my hands into his hair.
After a few long moments, my orgasm subsided, and my limbs fell limply to the car.
We both panted as he lifted up, staring into my eyes for long moments before he grinned.
“That was a lifelong fantasy you just fulfilled,” he admitted slyly.
I blinked. “What?”
He lifted up fully and withdrew from my sheath, the feeling of emptiness leaving me momentarily stunned.
“Having you on my car.” He indicated the car I was on with the tilt of my head. “As soon as I saw your ride at the bakery, I knew this was going to happen. I even polished it up for you so I could see your body imprint on the hood. The actual act was way more than I ever thought it’d be. These memories are going to be fuckin’ awesome.”
His grin made me want to smack him.
Jesus the man was incorrigible.
His hands worked nimbly as he pulled the condom off his cock and disposed of it in a large trashcan across the room.
I sat up and hopped down, turning to survey the damage.
The car’s hood was covered with sweat and…other things. Things that needed to be wiped off.
Spying the buffing rag in the corner, I walked over to it and started to wipe off the hood, working the streak marks out of it with quick efficient movements.
“I think I was wrong,” Luke drawled from behind me.
I blinked. “Wrong about what?”
He tilted his head forward. “That’s my new fantasy. Seeing you wash my car in the nude. Soap bubbles all over your breasts and legs.”
I shook my head.
“You’re nuts,” I teased.
He nodded solemnly. “Probably. But it’d be a fun way to fuck.”
I laughed.
“Fucking nuts,” I confirmed with a nod of my head.
He chuckled and tucked his cock, which I noticed hadn’t descended from its original erect, back into his pants and zipped back up.
Then he walked forward, grabbed my hand and pulled me to follow him through the garage and through the door that led into his house.
I didn’t expect the cleanliness when I walked into his kitchen.
I guess I thought, for some reason, that a single parent would be messy. However, the kitchen was pristine.
“Your kitchen is really clean,” I noted.
He grimaced. “Years of ingrained responsibility courtesy of the United States Marines.”
His grin was contagious, and I walked toward him, wrapping my arms around his torso.
My head rested on his chest, noting that he still not only wore his badge around his neck, but a pair of dog tags as well.
“You gonna treat me right?” I asked.
He lifted my chin, making me stare into his eyes as he asked, “The question is, are you going to treat me right?”
I nodded as best as I could with his hands cupping either side of my face.
“I’ll try not to be a raging bitch during my time of the month,” I confirmed.
He shook his head, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “And I’ll try not to ignore you while I’m at work.”
I pinched his sides, causing him to flinch.
“So…I’m gonna need some clothes,” I said, pulling my bra back down to cover my breasts.
He winked. “I have a shirt with your name on it.”
Chapter 12
Snail running team. Shell yeah!
-T-shirt
Reese
“I’m keeping this shirt, you know,” I said as I scanned my cell phone. It was the only other thing I had with me besides the clothes on my back and my house key.
I don’t know what I was expecting to find when I started flipping through it. Okay, well I did know what I’d hoped. I hoped that my ex had called to tell me he’d changed his mind about Rowen.
The only thing that made this better was that I knew Rowen loved her father. That she’d be happy with the situation.
However, her love was bought. It wasn’t true love like I had for Rowen. Rowen’s love for me was selfless. She’d love me even if I never bought her another thing.
She loved me because our love was forged over endless nights of no sleep. Of me rocking her when she was a baby. Of cuddling and watching limitless amounts of princess movies. Staying up at night with her when she was running a high fever.
The lov
e of a mother for her child was unconditional.
“We’ll see,” Luke said as he followed me into the kitchen.
I looked down at the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup shirt he’d handed me that morning and smiled. It was perfect.
I grinned over my shoulder at him. “There’s no question. It’s mine.”
“You know,” Luke mused, sidling up behind me. Kissing me on the neck where his shirt fell from one shoulder, he said, “A man’s shirt on a woman’s naked body is like raising a flag on a conquered fortress.”
Oh, I’d say he conquered it all right. Thoroughly.
After our first time on the car, he went on to repeat it three more times throughout the night.
Now it was within minutes of the last time in the shower, and I was deliciously sore in places I didn’t even know could be sore.
I also was fairly sure that my vagina would never recover from the pounding it’d been taking throughout the night.
“I would concur. You’ve most definitely conquered Mount Reese,” I teased.
He chuckled against my neck, giving me a soft kiss on the cord of my exposed neck before letting go and walking to the coffee pot.
“Want some?” he asked, raising up the pot.
I shook my head. “I don’t drink coffee. Do you have any hot chocolate?”
He shook his head.
“Chocolate milk?”
He shook his head again.
“Chocolate syrup?” I tried.
He shook his head again, smiling now.
“Well what the hell do you have?” I asked in exasperation.
He opened the fridge. “Beer. V-8 Juice. Protein shakes. And milk.”
I scrunched my nose. “What does Katy drink?”
He shrugged. “Water or milk.”
My mouth gaped open. “No juice…or tea…or chocolate milk?”
He shook his head. “I don’t let her have that kind of stuff. She usually eats pretty healthy.”
I shook my head. Wow.
“So do you ever get her donuts…or Little Debbies?” I asked.
He shrugged. “She doesn’t know that they exist, so she doesn’t ask for them. I don’t eat like that; she shouldn’t either.”
I wanted to cry for her. What child had never experienced the world of donuts?
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