Thinking about that, she started a slow descent to her knees.
Her steamy look commanded his attention as she began stroking his dick. Her eyes never wavered from his as she tortured him with a long, agonizing swipe of her tongue around his cock head.
Cam knew what was coming. Knew she’d tease him until he almost buckled to the ground with her measured licks, soft kisses, and tortuous fondling of his nut-sac.
Without warning, she swallowed half his length, relaxing her throat muscles to take as much of him as she could into her mouth, and sucked.
“Oh fuck,” he said in a strangled voice, every nerve in his body tingling.
She sucked him again and he buried his hands in her hair, gripping handfuls and pumping into her mouth, deciding to aid her by holding her head in place. Her hands fell away from his nuts and cock base. She brought them to his ass cheeks and flattened her palms, encouraging him to faster thrusts.
What really got him was the way she never took her gaze from him, her eyes wide, innocent and sensual at the same time. A little dazed and all his.
For a few moments, he just enjoyed the fact that his wife was on her knees, loving him, doing him. But then the sensation started to get to him. And to her. He could tell by the way her eyes grew dreamy and her hips started pumping, as if she couldn’t stop herself.
She need him, so he forced himself to stop and pull away.
“Jordan, baby,” he panted, pulling her to her feet. “I’m going to eat your pussy all night, but I can’t go a moment longer without fucking you.”
Licking her lips, she backed up, until the bed hit the back of her legs. She slid to the center and spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy. Passion had darkened her eyes and the scent of her arousal threatened his sanity.
“Christ, you’re trying to kill me, woman.”
Her laugh was low and husky. She massaged her swollen clit with a slender finger. “Undress,” she ordered, as regal as any queen.
Her pussy-play made his mouth water. The heels of her sandals dug into the mattress and made her smooth calves flex. Cam wanted to bury himself in her immediately, but he wanted their bodies skin-to-skin more. He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his jacket and heard it land wherever. HIs bow tie. His shirt. His trousers. The room dimmed so he suspected they landed on the only lit lamp.
Fuck it. Fuck his socks, too. They went.
He paused for a moment, looking down at the beautiful woman writhing under the gentle touch of her own fingers. She was drenched, unsatisfied, aching for him.
“I got you,” he said, his voice guttural. He pulled her legs apart and sank inside her hot, wet cunt. She had him so worked up that he paused so he wouldn’t come. Her pussy pulsed around him and he shook. She laughed, tightening her pussy walls and squeezing his cock.
“Fuuuccckkk,” he groaned, fire shooting along his spine and spreading down to his nuts. “Stop. You’re going to make me come.”
“I have every faith that you’ll get me off, but I need your cum in me.” She tilted her hips and thrust her pelvic up, grinding against him. “Now, Cam.”
“No.” He had his rhythm now. He hit her in just the right place every time, so that a shudder went through her body from head to foot every time he thrust.
Stifling a smile, Cam fell into a rhythm, the kind that had his wife throwing her head from side to side and moaning. Pretty soon she was arching her hips, working herself against his cock, gasping, “Fuck, baby, please, I have to come, I wanna…”
The doctor was out.
The woman was in.
Her voice started getting high and thin, just as he began gritting his teeth. As her sweet pussy gripped his cock hard, he felt heat stroke over his body, breaking his concentration, breaking his control. His hands closed hard around her luscious hips and he jerked her up, pounding into her now, unable to stop as she keened every time he bottomed out, then screamed loud and long as she spasmed around him.
“Take me,” he commanded, pulling the fat head of his cock all the way out just for the pleasure of seeing it disappear into her slick, small pussy, stretching her.
Owning her.
He reached down, his vision blurring, and rolled his fingers over her clit. Sure enough, she gave a cry of totally abandoned pleasure and came again, spasming around his hard cock at the same moment that he gave her everything he had. His hips jerked again and again, drenching her with his jizz because…
Because Ava needed a sibling.
Because he loved her.
A few minutes later, Jordan found herself nestled in Cam’s arms. Laying her head against his chest, she felt the pounding of his heart. She kissed his pec, raising goosebumps on his skin. “We hadn’t made love in ten days.”
“That was your rule, doc,” he reminded her.
“It was but it was as hard for me as it was for you. Every night, I rubbed my pussy, pretending it was you. But there’s no comparison to your strong hands.”
She took his cock into her hand, casually stroking him as she continued to talk. “There’s nothing like the sound of your voice, talking dirty.” She thumbed his wide crown. “Our bodies were made for each other.”
“We were made for each other,” he corrected.
She couldn’t have agreed more. Cam was her everything, second only to Ava. Thinking of her daughter made her love her husband even more. Ava wasn’t only her daughter, anymore. Cam had adopted her and given her his last name, an unnecessary gesture he’d been determined to do.
Jordan loved him so much. She’d put her heart and soul into her career, never thinking, one way or the other, about starting a family. But fate was a strange mistress. No matter the course she’d set for herself, destiny had other ideas. She had a lifetime of happiness ahead of her, days filled with love and nights consumed by passion. She felt like the luckiest woman alive.
Releasing his cock, she laid in her husband’s arm, filled with peace and joy.
He knew her so well. Instead of questioning why she’d become so quiet, he kissed the top of her head and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
“I love you, Cam,” she whispered.
“I love you, too, Jordan,” he responded.
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CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
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DBP
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Christopher’s Poem
Playlist
Afterword
Also by Kathryn Kelly
Acknowledgments
About the Author
An Outlaw Valentine
Copyright © 2018 Kathryn Kelly
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To Kendall Miller Donovan, thank you for being an amazing character! You’ve challenged me, annoyed me, and endeared me. For me, you will always be the one and only Red.
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SLIPPING JUST INSIDE HIS HOME gym, Christopher Caldwell focused on his wife’s movements as she completed her set of lunges, holding five-pound weights in each hand. He’d join her in a moment. Right now, he was just content to watch her go through her routine.
As always, he thanked whatever fluke of fate sent her to him as an eighteen-year-old naïve girl who had blossomed into a sexy woman. His woman.
She wasn’t very tall, but what she lacked in height, her kindness more than made up for it.
She glanced in his direction and started. Removing her earbuds and setting them on the floor, next to her phone, she smiled at him. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, baby,” he responded, finally closing the door and walking fully into the room. He glanced back at the door. Although their oldest son hadn’t gotten home from school yet and the rest of their children were somewhere in the house with Megan’s assistant, he really needed to get a lock for the gym. Every chance he got, he fucked Megan in here.
Grinning at the thought of getting into her pussy, he went to his power tower, grabbed the upper bars and lifted himself, counting off in his head.
Long ago, he’d learned the importance of staying fit. A motherfucker never knew when he needed to get the fuck away or chase after other motherfuckers to fuck them up.
When he reached fifty, he allowed his feet to touch the ground. It didn’t surprise him to find his wife next to him. Desire darkened her blue eyes. He smirked at her, stepping aside so she could have a turn on the equipment. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her up, allowing her to reach the handles, then grunted as she used her upper arm strength to pull herself above the bar.
He loved working out with her. However, he didn’t want her with muscles. She knew his feelings and had agreed to his wishes. That was the beauty of them. They took each other’s wants and needs into account. What she wanted, she got. In turn, she laid the world at his feet.
As she lifted herself again, he stepped closer, allowing not even an inch to separate their bodies. With each movement she made, her back and ass brushed against his chest and cock.
Thrusting against her, he groaned, regretting the leggings she wore. He wanted to see her in tiny skirts when they exercised together and made a mental note to mention that to her. At the moment, what she wore didn’t matter. They’d tempted each other long enough. It was time for action.
The next time she lowered herself, he wrapped an arm around her waist and slid his other hand into her leggings, skimming his fingertips over her belly, her mound, feeling the hair on her pussy lips, before finally touching her clit.
She gasped and relaxed, trusting him not to let her fall because she had every faith in the world in him. He fingered her swollen cunt, chinning her golden hair aside and licking the shell of her ear.
“Christopher,” she whispered, leaning against him and arching her back.
“Yeah, baby?” he asked her, circling her clit before massaging the inside of her hole. She was already so fucking wet and hot. She’d admitted watching him work out turned her on.
He slid his finger deeper into her.
“I’m going to come.”
He bit her earlobe and she cried out. “That’s the fuckin’ point, Megan,” he reminded her with a grin. “Get your pretty pussy to cream all over my fuckin’ hand, before my ass shove my big dick as deep as the motherfucker can go. You want that?”
“Ummmhmmm.”
He slid his finger inside of her, stroking her in and out, as he thumbed her clit.
“Whatcha want from me?” he demanded.
“Your thick cock,” she managed.
“Where?” He added a second finger inside her pussy and increased the pressure of his thumb.
She groaned. “In my pussy.”
He kissed the top of her head. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.”
“Please,” she begged, grinding against his hand, searching for her orgasm.
“You like to fuck, dontcha?”
“Y-y-yes.”
Already, he felt the tiny pulses of her body and the tightening of her pussy walls.
“You addicted to my cock, baby.”
She nodded wildly, trembles overtaking her body as her juices slid down his fingers.
Her heart pounding, she drew in a deep breath. As Christopher removed his hand from inside her leggings, she wriggled in his hold, toeing her sneakers off and baring her bottom half. By now, he’d pulled his cock out. Bending over, she grabbed onto the footrail of the power tower, leaving her pussy and ass wide open to him.
He took his dick in hand, teased her cunt entrance, then buried himself inside of her. With his arm still around her, her feet didn’t touch the ground. He wasn’t sure what type of goddamn acrobatics she’d been practicing, but he sure the fuck wasn’t complaining.
Gripping her hips, he pushed into her, while she used her hooker moves to ride his cock and drove him the fuck out of his mind. Pussy-whipped wasn’t the right expression for what he felt for her as she used her pussy muscles to grip his cock before wiggling and bouncing to the rhythm of his movements.
Pussy-lassoed? Pussy-chained?
Whatever the fuck it was, just bestow the label on him.
After a few minutes of pleasurable torture, she released the footrail, allowing him to hold her, suspended in the air, thrusting in and out of her. He couldn’t finger her pussy in this position, since he sure the fuck couldn’t grip one hip and continue to fuck her.
He backed out of the power tower space, then gently lowered their bodies to the floor. Resting on her elbows, she lifted her ass in the air, opening herself to him. He pushed as deep as he could go.
“Fuuuucccckkkk, baby,” he panted. “You got the best pussy in the fuckin’ world.”
“It’s all yours,” she said breathlessly. “Yours to love. Yours to fuck. Yours to eat. My pussy belongs to you.”
He slammed into her at the words and she mewled like a little cat. “Harder,” she demanded.
Just what the fuck he wanted to hear. He rammed his cock into her over and over, his balls banging against her hairy pussy, pulling cry after cry from her.
“I’m coming,” she breathed, her movements wild and frantic.
Megan gave as good as she got, fucking him to within an inch of his goddamn life and leaving him weak and sated when cum exploded from him and into her.
She collapsed on the floor and he stretched out over her, still connected to her, but careful not to rest all of his weight on her. A minute passed before he withdrew from her, laid on his side, and pulled her into the crook of his arms.
He smoothed his hand over the top of her damp hair, then kissed her head. “I love you,” he told her.
“I adore you,” she answered, then breathed in deep. “In a few weeks, it’ll be five years since we had our church wedding.”
Yeah, but first, Christmas had to come, and then the new year. Once upon a time, the celebrations stopped there. Megan, however, made a big deal out of his birthday, too, which would also come before Valentine’s Day.
Yet,
he knew their anniversary was important to her.
“Yeah, baby. I know, but coming up in seven months, six fuckin’ years since our first weddin’.”
She’d wanted their marriage blessed. Once she got him to agree to a church ceremony, she didn’t want to take any chances that he’d change his mind. Therefore, she wouldn’t wait until their one-year anniversary to renew their vows. That meant, they had two wedding anniversaries.
Last July, they really hadn’t done much to celebrate their first fifth anniversary.
“You wanna fuckin’ celebrate our church shit?”
“Would you object if I did?”
He sighed and looked down at her. She tipped her head up and grinned. “That depends on what the fuck it is,” he said, stealing a kiss from her. He could never, ever get enough of her.
“Actually, I’m not sure what it entails yet.”
A vision of himself in a monkey suit pranced through his mind. No fucking way. She couldn’t put him in another tux. He’d never fucking go for it. She could make faces with her pussy and he wouldn’t change his mind. However, he didn’t want her disappointed, so he came up with something else that might suit them both.
“Baby, I got a idea. How ‘bout both us motherfuckers come up with some fuckin’ ideas and we discuss this shit in a few fuckin’ days. Whoever the fuck come up with the best fuckin’ idea, that’s what the fuck we do.”
She lifted her head and grabbed a kiss from him. “Deal.”
They smiled at each other before she decided to straddle him. Her bare ass teased the head of his cock and her wet pussy brushed against his stomach. She caressed his abs.
“I love to exercise with you,” she admitted for the hundredth time. “Seeing you in just sweats, with your muscled upper body out, turns me on so much.”
“You know what the fuck turns me on ‘bout you?”
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