“You’re awful quiet,” Black says as we’re driving back to my car.

It’s been a full day with his family. I enjoyed meeting them all. Petal even drove me to pick up Kong earlier. I was going to get my car and just go home from there, but Ida Sue said no. I’ve learned when Ida Sue says no… you go with it. I smile as I think of the mini-fit she threw just because I was going to go home. She demanded I not get my car—stating Black would take me to it later. Then, she demanded I get Kong and bring him to her. She said something about she needed time to bond with her grand-dog. His mom is a trip, but I love her. She made me stay for dinner even after Black got back. It was fun and exhausting. His family is hard to describe. They’re like a tornado and hurricane of crazy all rolled into one big huge bundle.

“I’m just tired.”

“Did my family…” he trails off like he doesn’t know exactly what to say.

“What?”

“Freak you out?” he finally asks and I giggle.

“Well when your mother offered to take me wedding dress shopping, I was a little worried.”

“Damn it. I knew she’d try something like that!” he growls and I bust out laughing.

“I was kidding! She didn’t, I promise.”

“Well there’s a miracle,” he says with a sigh.

“We’ve only just met, Black,” I tell him shaking my head.

“I’m not sure that matters, Addie.”

“To your mom? Of course it matters. I could be a horrible person.”

“I think you’re perfect,” he responds and I feel all warm and flushed inside.

“You haven’t seen me in a bad mood yet,” I joke, feeling embarrassed.

“I don’t know, the day you came in the office and slapped me, I think you were pretty pissed off.”

“Well yeah, I thought you lied to me… No, I thought you were married,” I correct myself.

“And you didn’t like it,” he says, taking his eyes off the road to glance at me briefly.

“I hated it,” I admit with a stark honesty that makes me feel uncomfortable, but somehow I even find the courage to add, “I like you.”

“I like you too, Addie.”

“What are you going to do about it?” I ask, and maybe I’m playing with fire. I find I don’t really care. I do like Black. I like everything about him and I even found myself loving his crazy family full of names like crayons for the boys and flowers for the girls. I even loved his mother. For all of Ida Sue’s crazy flower child, down-home nonsense, she’s loving, sweet, and she would do anything for her children. She made me feel part of a family—and I haven’t felt that in a long time. So, I don’t want to play games with Black. I don’t want to beat around the bush.

I just want him.

“I could follow you home,” he suggests and my heart speeds up.

“My father… he’s not supposed to be home, but there’s a chance he could show up early.” I warn him, wishing things could just be simple. Especially when Black’s face goes tight and I start to think this is where the evening ends.

“It’s kind of dark,” he says. I blink at the sharp turn of conversation.

“Yeah,” I answer, puzzled.

“We’re blocked by the groomers and your car really,” he says and he gets a sneaky grin on his face that causes my body to tingle.

“I… you mean here? In the car?” I ask him.

“I need you, Addie. There’s only so much a man can take,” he says. I take a breath and then unlatch my seatbelt. He reaches down and hits the button pushing his seat back. Then, he lifts the fold down console between us. I swallow nervously and he grins. “I ever tell you I love the dresses you wear?” he asks.

“I don’t think so,” I tell him.

“Hold onto my shoulders,” he orders. I do and I duck my head in close to his as he all but lifts me on his lap—scooting out so there’s room for my knee against the door. Once I’m sitting in his lap, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to his and kisses me deeply.

His tongue plays with my mouth, slowly teasing it and I get so lost in the things that he’s doing that I don’t even realize when he has the front of my dress unbuttoned.

“Are you sure about this?” I whisper, looking around, not wanting to be seen—but not wanting this to end either.

“We don’t have to go all the way, Princess,” he promises, as he slides my dress off my shoulders. He doesn’t take it off my arms, he slides it down, until I can’t actually move my arms much at all. When I try to move them down further, he doesn’t let me.

“I like that you’re at my mercy,” he whispers, his eyes bright with a light that feels dirty and exciting—all at the same time. He unlatches my bra, letting my breasts free. “Damn, Addie,” he rumbles. Bringing his hands up to cup underneath each breast, squeezing them in unison. He pulls on my nipples, stretching them and the sensation sweeps through me, causing me to grind against his lap.

He bends down to run his tongue around the darker skin surrounding my nipple. I moan as he gets so close to it, but never quite touching the nipple itself.

“You even taste like strawberries,” he whispers against my skin, his hot breath adding another layer of torture.

“Suck on me,” I gasp, shameless but needing his mouth; definitely needing more than he’s giving me.

“Like this, Addie?” he groans and then he sucks my nipple hard in his mouth—so hard it’s almost painful. His tongue helps press it to the roof of his mouth at the same time his hand slides inside my dress and pushes my panties to the side.

He releases my tit with a wet “plopping” noise. When he looks up at me, his face is so full of hunger and need, I’m almost afraid.

I don’t want to disappoint him.

Then, all rational thought flees from my head.

His fingers tease against the bare lips of my pussy. I lean back as much as I can, sliding so he has better movement, giving him as much access as I can.

“I want to make you come for me, with nothing more than my hand. Can I do that, Addie?”

“What about you?” I ask, wanting to taste him, wanting his cock buried deep inside of me.

“Don’t worry about me, my beautiful girl. You can tend to me later… on your knees,” he promises. The images he awakes, cause a wave of moisture to slide out between the lips of my pussy. I know he can feel it—there’s no way he couldn’t. When I see his lips move into a wicked smile, he just confirms it. “Oh you like that don’t you, Addie? You want to suck my cock, dirty girl?” he asks, and my hips thrust back and forth, needing that more than I can put voice to. “Fuck you’re hot for me,” he growls and then his fingers push between the lips of my pussy and I cry out, because I’ve needed this since our first date when he started a fire inside of me that’s never stopped burning. “You need me to fuck you don’t you, Addie?” he growls, as his finger dances around my throbbing clit, without actually touching it.

“Yes,” I groan, trying to move my body so I can get his hand on my clit—but, he doesn’t let me.

“Tell me the words, Addie. Tell me exactly what you want from me and then I’ll let you come.”

“Black,” I whimper. “Stop torturing me.”

“The words,” he warns again and I let go of the last shield I had against him. I lay myself bare.

“I need you to make me come. Please, Black. I need you to make me come.”

As if by magic his fingers graze against my clit, petting it and then pushing against it. Over and over he does those movements. My hips begin pushing up, craving even more. I can feel my climax. I know it’s there, but I need more.

“That’s my girl. Just feel it,” Black urges and then his fingers thrust deep inside of me. I cry out at the invasion. It’s been so long and two of his fingers are so tight inside of me, it’s almost painful—even as wet as I am. “You like that?” he asks, bending down to suck on my breast again.

“Yes,” I whimper, wishing I could tangle my hands in his hair. “I need more,” I tell him.

At my words his fingers begin moving back and forth inside of me. I can hear the wet sound of my pussy sucking against his fingers. I tighten and clench on them, needing to come and riding his fingers shamelessly to get there.

“Can you feel it, Addie? Can you feel it?” he asks and I think I nod my head, but I can’t be sure, I’m too far gone. “Your pussy is so slick and wet, and swollen in need. I want my dick in there, baby. I want to be buried deep inside of you and feel you taking every inch,” he moans.

“I want that too,” I gasp. Needing it more than I could ever tell him.

It’s then he does something I wasn’t expecting, something I didn’t know could happen. He shifts his fingers somehow, so that they rake against my walls. Then he pulls them apart inside of me putting so much pressure and stretching me so much that I quake. That’s when he speeds up, fucking me harder, his fingers tunneling through me and out, only to thrust back in. Faster and harder. My body is moving thoughtlessly to his command now and I know when I shatter it will be beyond anything I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m right at the edge, waiting to go over and this time when his fingers thrust deeper, his thumb comes against my clit, raking it and pulling on it and I’m lost.

“Black!” I scream out his name as I come—shaking from the strength of my orgasm.

It takes a while for me to even realize where I am. I have to come back down to earth, because he definitely had me flying in the heavens. When I do, Black’s kissing along the side of my face—not to excite me again, but helping me to calm. It’s tender… sweet… loving.

“That’s my girl. You’re okay,” he whispers and I smile.

“I’m better than okay,” I tell him, my voice sounding so hoarse that I have to wonder just how loud I did scream out his name.

His lips move up to kiss my lips and I lean my whole body into him.

“Let’s just stay here the rest of the night,” I tell him, not wanting to leave him for a second.

“I got a better idea,” he says. “How about I follow you home and you show me just how magical that mouth of yours can be?”

I look at him—really look at him.

But even after taking him all in—and there’s a lot of yummy goodness to take in there—it’s those crystal blue eyes and those firm lips, the way he stares down at me that captures my attention and makes me feel alive.

“I want you to. Remember, there’s a chance…”

“If your Dad’s home we’re going to find that hotel room.” My insides quiver at his announcement and the intensity in his stare. “You got any problems with that Addie, you need to tell me now. I wanted you before, but after what just happened between us baby, I have to have you. I’m dying here.”

I think about Dad’s house that is empty and should be empty until tomorrow evening. I think about spending the entire night alone with Black and that quiver turns into an all over body tremble, exciting me all over again.

“I don’t have a problem with it,” I whisper, my body still trembling.

Black leans down and kisses me on the lips. A soft kiss that leaves me leaning towards him when we pull apart.

“Thank God,” he whispers. He slowly helps me get dressed and when I’m done he helps me out of the car and walks me to mine. Once there he unlocks my door and then leans down and kisses my eyelids.

“Soon, Princess Addie,” he promises and I can feel his voice vibrate deep in my body.

Oh boy….