“Kennedy, whatever happened in the last ten years, I don’t want to know. Unless you have kids somewhere or a husband or something. If not, I don’t need to know a damn thing, because all that matters is that you’re back in my life, in my arms and these last few months have been the best of my life.” His hazel eyes light up when he says that last part and as much as I want to not tell him, I have to.
“You need to know, Dallas.” My chest tightens as I think about how to tell him. “If you still want me after that, then by all means, you can have me. I want you to spend your life with me, but after this, you may change your mind about me.”
“You’re scaring me Kennedy, just tell me babe.”
“Fine, it’s not easy for me though.” I gulp a big breath of air and let it all out. “After we broke up, I came back about six months later, only to find you at Swinney’s banging Gabi in the dark hallway. My heart broke, I wanted to die because it was my fault. I’d pushed you away, but instead I decided to get even. I slept my way through every man I met. Like maybe thirty or so and I don’t like it. We all wore protection though. You were and are still the only man who’s ever had me so exposed.” I don’t look at him because I don’t want to see the disgust in his eyes when he finally looks at me.
“Kennedy, look at me.” His voice is stern and I’m worried about what I’ll see so I shake my head no. But, he doesn’t let that stop him. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me until I’m sitting in his lap. “You aren’t the only one who tried to replace the other by jumping into bed. I did the same thing, but the thing is, they were meaningless. They meant nothing, because the only person who has ever touched me is back in my arms. You are the only thing that matters and I’ll be damned if you’re walking away from me again.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah. I don’t like that anyone else touched what’s mine. Because, I’ve already told you. You. Are. Mine. But, it’s my fault for not going after you. This time, I’ll handcuff your ass before you leave me.” His hands slide up my thighs, grab my hips and turn me to where I’m straddling him.
“Dallas Garrison, you are what every woman dreams about. I don’t know what ever made you want me, but I thank God above that you do.” The smile on my face hurts, but I couldn’t wipe it off no matter what. This man makes me happier than anything in the world and I will love him for that and many more reasons, forever.
“Well, I think you’re the most amazing woman on the Earth, so right back atcha babe.” His eyes turn dark as he slides his hands into my hair and tugs it back until my neck is exposed. “And since you’ve made that public knowledge between the two of us, all I can think about is claiming what’s mine. So today,” he slowly licks up my neck before pulling my head back to where I can look at him. “We are going to make sure you realize that I’m the only man that ever needs to be anything to you. You are mine. No other man is ever going to touch this again and I’m about to really stake my claim. Especially since it’s finally the real Kennedy.”
“Oh. My. Damn.” I groan, working my hips over his as he pulls my hair again, granting him access to my neck and chest.
He takes his time as he works my neck and my cleavage in the low cut t-shirt I have on. I’m thankful that I chose to wear my maxi skirt down here today, because now that his hands are splayed over my heated skin all I can think about is how much I want him. “Please,” I beg of him as he slides his hand into my panties. His left hand is still in my hair, leaving me helpless in his sexual assault and I love every damn minute of it.
“Please what?” The huskiness in his voice only sends more wetness seeping from my core.
“Consume me,” I breathily say. I want him to own every part of me. My heart and my body are his and if I am being honest, they were always his. I want to burn from his touch for the rest of my life.
“Fuck me, Kennedy. You’re making it hard not to come in my damn pants right now. I’ve never wanted you more than I do right now,” he rasps as he jerks my shirt down, along with my bra.
His mouth comes down on my exposed nipple causing me to scream in pleasure. I don’t even care in this moment that we are out here on the damn riverbank where anyone could come and see us. “Take me,” I whisper as I sit up on my knees to take his dick out of his jeans.
“Gladly,” he grunts as I rub my wet opening against him.
With his left hand still wrapped tightly around my blonde locks, he uses his right hand to slam me down on his hard length. His lips are on mine to drown out the sounds of my screams as he guides me up and down his cock.
This is nothing about love in this moment; this is about our carnal need to claim one another. This is about two hearts who were broken, and shattered, and are now being mended. This is primal and I love every minute of it.
The material of his jeans is pressing against the skin of my thighs and I know that it will be red when we are done, but it just heightens the pleasure right now. I continue to work myself up and down, grinding on him as he grips my hip to steady me. I buck against him as he slams into me, both of us creating a rhythm within the other. Just as I feel as though I’m not going to last a second longer, he reaches down and slides his finger over my clit. My body convulses when the orgasm rips through me as if he just set off the detonator to a bomb. His own body tightens and his release spills out into me. His head goes into my chest while he tries to catch his breath.
“Damn Kennedy. That was amazing,” he sighs as his arms tighten around me.
“It was and this is exactly where I want to spend the rest of my days.”
“Where? Here on the riverbank? I can’t believe we just did that here.” He glances around, making sure no one can see us. As he looks he realizes my breasts are still exposed and he reaches to cover them up. “Oh no. We don’t need anyone else seeing what’s mine.”
“Your arms,” I say around a giggle. “That’s where I want to be for the rest of my life.”
“Oh, well we can most definitely make that happen,” he laughs softly as he kisses my lips. “Now, let’s go home. I need you to take care of Sally. She’s being a feisty thing today.”
“You seem to catch the eye of feisty women.”
“As long as it’s you that’s all that matters babe.” His hands go down under my dress to cover himself up before he stands with me still in his arms.
His eyes trail over my face and my body as if he can’t wait to have me again. In the last ten years both of as have changed so much, but it was for the better. Dallas has become this commanding man in the bedroom and I love it more than I care to admit to him. I’d probably let him do anything he wanted as long as he acted the way he does now. I never have to worry about him not wanting me because the fire that burns in his eyes also burns in mine. They say you get better with age and I’m starting to agree with that.
Chapter Fourteen
Hearing Kennedy tell me about all that she had to do to try to get over me damn near killed me. I had to make sure she’d knew exactly whom that beautiful body and soul were meant to be with. She was mine and now that we were on our way back home, I was feeling like a bastard for having done that. I shouldn’t have taken her out in the open, but dammit my primal instinct was to make her mine. To mark my claim.
Stella is sitting on the porch with a Tupperware container and a big gallon of sweet tea. Normally I would love to see the old woman gracing my front steps, but right now I want Kennedy to know that I don’t think she’s just something to sink my damn dick into.
“Well, hi there you two.” Stella smiles as Kennedy and I walk over to where she’s standing. “I know you’ve been doing a lot of cooking lately, but I wanted to make my famous smothered pork chops. Dallas always loved them and I’m getting pretty lonely without anyone coming to visit me.” She turns her eyes on mine making me feel guilty for being too busy for her.
“I’m sorry Stella, I’ll make a point to come visit more often.”
“I’d love that, it’s lonely for an old lady.”
“You two are probably too busy knocking boots. I think that’s what they call fornicating these days.”
Kennedy spits out the water she just drank and Stella laughs, shaking her head. I swear, this woman just likes to make people uneasy.
“Come on now, Stella. You know a gentleman never speaks of such matters,” I wink at her as I set the food down on the table while Kennedy gets some plates. “You got that garden producing lots of good food?”
“You know it baby,” Stella puffs her chest out with pride as she starts talking about all the different types of food she’s got growing in that garden of hers.
We all sit around the table, enjoying the delicious pork chops smothered in cream of mushroom soup and dried crispy onions. I’d never have thought this would be a good combination but damn if it ain’t. After we eat and Stella makes a few more remarks about how I’m not visiting anymore and once Kennedy promises I’ll be there to see her more often, she finally leaves. Don’t get me wrong, I love the woman, but I love my woman more.
“Kennedy, can we talk?” Walking up behind her as she cleans the dishes in my kitchen, she turns to look at me.
“Sure, what’s wrong?”
The concern in her voice has my guilty conscious feeling even guiltier. “I wanna talk about earlier. I feel like shit for how that happened.”
“How what happened? The best sex of my life? Don’t you dare try to take that away from me Dallas!” Her hands go to her hips and her voice gets shaky. “I loved that.”
“I was so angry and in the heat of the moment, and all I wanted was to take you hard and fast.” I growl out, pressing her back against the counter, using my arms to effectively box her in.
“Well, you didn’t do that. It wasn’t hard and fast, Dallas. It was us coming together finally after being apart for so long.” Her voice drops to a husky whisper as her finger trails over my abs through my shirt. “But, I wouldn’t mind you taking me fast and hard. Claiming me.”
“Fuck, Kennedy. You can’t say shit like that, unless you really want it.” My voice is raspy even to my own ears. I don’t know what to do with this woman because she’s going to be the death of me.
“I want it.”
“Then promise me something.” When her eyebrow slides up I know I’ve got her attention. “Promise to remember that I love you.”
“I promise,” she looks at me in confusion but the sexy gasp that escapes her lips has my cock throbbing in my jeans.
“Good, because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
Her mouth opens in the sexiest ‘O’ I’ve ever seen and all I can think about is my cock sliding in and out of it, but instead I turn her around, watching as her hands grip the counter. “Hold on tight.” I growl as I pull the skirt down off her body and undo my belt. “You. Are. Mine.” I hiss the words as I pull my dick out, leaving my jeans on.
When the head of my cock hits the wet lips of her pussy I groan. She’s always ready for me, always wanting me. It’s hot as hell. I grab a handful of her long thick hair, my other hand on the swell of her ass as I slam into her, pushing her against the counter hard. My cock slides into her sheath as I moan louder. This isn’t about love, this is about need. I need her more than I need my next breath and I know she feels the same. This is carnal and as my dick pummels her pussy I know that we are both healing from the truths of today.
No one else is getting near this body again. She belongs to me and I belong to her. I slam into her a few more times before I feel her body trembling. My name is on her lips as she pulls me tighter with her release, sending me into my own release. The force of our coupling has my body spent. I can’t even stand on my legs from how weak they are, so I sink to the floor and pull her down with me. Her eyes turn to mine with a twinkle and with the words that come out of her mouth I can’t help but laugh. I am in love with this woman.
“Can you fuck me like you don’t love me weekly?”
Things had started to work themselves out around the ranch. Even Austin and Casey seemed to be more cordial to one another, rather than going at their throats when they walked by each other. I don’t know what had come over Stella either, but she seemed to be stopping by more often than not, so today I was going to visit per Kennedy’s request. She thought it had to do with Stella being alone, but I was thinking it was something completely different.
“Stella?” I call out as I open the screened door on the porch. “You in there?”
“Hey you stud of a man! Come on in here! I’m just finishing up some banana pudding!” Her voice carries through the door of the house and I follow the sound, pulling my hat off as I walk into the trailer. “Well, I’ll be damned. Boy, I’m glad I don’t have a bad heart, because with the way you those jeans look on you. Mmmm Mmmm Mmm. That Kennedy is one lucky woman.”
“Now Stella, what’s going on with you?” Sitting down at the kitchen table I can’t help but smile when she puts the banana pudding on a plate in front of me.
“What you mean, Dallas?”
“Exactly what I said. You’ve been worrying over a lot lately, what’s got you so upset?”
“Dallas, I just don’t want to be alone. It’s coming up on three years now since he left. I wanna be around people.” She places her hand on me and I can’t help but really study her. Stella is in her seventies and her knuckles are riddled with arthritis, yet she still gets out there and pulls food from her garden, cooks meals for us and the church, and cares for herself.
“Well you know you can always come on over to the ranch and spend the days with us. I’d enjoy that.” I’m not even surprised when I sound sincere because I mean it. She may like to joke and annoy us with some of her remarks, but I wouldn’t trade a thing about her.
“I’d like that, I have a feeling that my time is almost over here.”
“Now Stella.”
Her hand goes up, effectively shutting me up. “Now, don’t you now Stella me. I know the Lord is gonna take good care of me when he’s good and ready. I ain’t saying it’s tomorrow or even this year, but I think it will be soon.”
“I don’t like this talk, Stella. I love you.” I mean every word, losing her would be like losing my grandmother all over again. We may not be related and we sure as hell don’t have the same skin color, but it doesn’t change a damn thing. She is my family and I don’t want to ever think of a time when she isn’t here annoying me about the girls I’m having sex with. “I mean, who’s gonna tell me when I mess up and pick the wrong woman for me?”
“You got the right one sitting at home waiting for you. She probably made you come ‘cause you been so stuck up her butt since I sent her there that night,” she pats my hand. “I knew who she was to you. I’d talked to your Momma about her. You deserve your happily ever after too, ya know.”
“Now Stella. You over here playing fairy godmother and ain’t ever told me?”
She laughs as she lets go of my hand to grab her own mason jar of sweet tea. She doesn’t even have to tell me that there’s bourbon in it, because if it wasn’t this wouldn’t be Stella.
“Well, you wouldn’t have went along with it if I’d have told you.” Her face is begging for me to say that isn’t true, because she knows me so well.
“You’re right.”
We sit there talking as we enjoy the banana pudding she made. I’d miss these talks if anything happened to her, and I had missed them. Before Kennedy came into the picture, I’d spent most of my free time with Stella. Most of it always went back to why the heck I wasn’t at church on Sunday or why I was letting ‘them hussies’ into my bed. I didn’t realize just how much she needed my company as much as I needed hers. She didn’t have any children, or if she did she never talked to me about them.
We sat and talked about everything that was going on in the world and ho
w cruel it could really be. She told me how she wished our world were different, because she feared for the generations that would follow, and I would just listen. Truth be told, she needed to have someone listen to her. She really just needed someone to show her that they cared and I would make a mental note to go out of my way to show her just how much we did.
When it was time to leave, she’d said something that made me think. I wasn’t sure what to do with what she said, but as I drove back home it kept replaying over and over in my mind. You tell Kennedy to drink a lot of ginger ale and eat a cracker before she gets up out of bed every morning. And, I want to be the Godmother. That girl’s glowing like a firecracker on the Fourth of July.
Did Kennedy tell her we were having a baby and not tell me?
Chapter Fifteen
Sitting on the windowsill in Dallas’ office had become one of my favorite spots in the house. I loved being here with my kindle and reading as I look out over the green grass. Growing up I wanted nothing more than to leave this city and never come home, but now that I know the real meaning of ‘home’, I never wanted to leave again. I’d sent Dallas down there to see Stella so that I could catch up on a book I’d been reading.
I loved the author and her ability to bring you into a story and keep your attention on it until you realized you’d been sitting in the same spot for four hours and your butt cheeks were numb from the lack of circulation. I’d been so lost in the story that I hadn’t heard the slamming of the door or the footsteps as Dallas barged up the steps.
“Kennedy!” His frantic voice comes drifting down the hall and then his eyes meet mine as he barrels through the door.
“What?” I stand quickly, the room starting to spin slowly. “What’s the matter?”
“We need to talk.”
“Okay, let’s talk.” Grabbing his hand, I pull him to the windowsill, because I’m feeling like I’m on the damn tilt-a-whirl at the fair.
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