Chapter 25

I think the heat index is somewhere between OMG and WTF.

-Texas Facts

Kennedy

I’ll never, ever, ever look at a cup of sherbet without thinking about the last three hours ever again.

No, not after what Evander had just done to me.

At first, I hadn’t realized just how little Evander was in control until we got to the stoplight right outside of the restaurant.

I’d innocently started stroking his abs, burying my face in between his shoulder blades.

I loved his motorcycle. I’d also begged him to go get it before dinner, thinking that after we were done eating, we could go for a ride.

And that’d been my every intention, but the moment we’d left the restaurant, I knew that Evander had no intention of going anywhere but home.

Why?

Because I could practically feel the sexual tension leeching off of him.

Thinking to soothe that burn in him, as well as me, I’d slid my hand up and under his shirt, allowing the nails of one hand to trail down over his abs.

It’d been almost innocent, but the surprising reaction from him had set me back on my ass. Or would have had he not held onto my hair.

At first, I thought he was only going to return the loving gesture, but then he’d surprised me by shooting his hand out and grabbing hold of my hair, roughly bringing my mouth down to his in a kiss that went on so long that the people in the car behind us had to honk to let us know that the light had turned green.

After he’d let me go, he’d pulled through the intersection just in time for it to turn yellow, causing all four of the cars behind us to miss the light.

I’d giggled, dropping my head to his shoulder, and he’d latched onto my knee with one hand and held on for the duration of the ride.

Once we’d arrived at his house, he pulled the bike into the car port beside the side door.

I could hear Gertie barking to be let out the moment he shut the motor off, and just as I moved to dismount, he growled something.

I felt my body moving and found myself sitting on the gas tank in front of him.

Then my shirt was ripped off over my head, and my bra was being yanked down.

The next thing to happen was his mouth finding the sensitive peak of my nipple as he sucked it inside his hot mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head, and my back arched, urging him to take more of me.

Which he did, sucking my nipple into his mouth completely and giving it a few hard tugs.

My hands went to his hair as I searched for something to hold onto.

And then he bit down.

It wasn’t too hard, but it was enough to have my pussy spasming as desire shot through my body.

“Oh, God,” I breathed out shakily.

All of that from just a little nipple play.

Though, sitting on the back of his bike, pressed in close to him while his bike vibrated beneath me was likely also a contributing factor.

Whatever the reason, I was so gone for him that I didn’t realize he was pulling his zipper down until I felt him wrap my hand around his hard cock.

I clenched onto him, automatically starting to work his cock in time to his sucks on my nipple.

The abrasive rasp of his beard against the sensitive flesh was also really doing it for me. The entire situation, right down to his hauling me around bodily to the front of his bike, was so much of a turn on that I didn’t realize I was only moments away from an orgasm until I was already falling over the edge.

It was enough to steal my breath.

“Fuck me,” he growled. “You just came?”

I blinked open my eyes, unaware that I’d stopped working his cock, and nodded.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled.

Then I found myself standing beside the bike.

“Take off your jeans.”

I didn’t hesitate.

I only shoved them down over my hips—without unbuttoning them, might I add—and kicked off my tennis shoes all in the same moment.

Before I could ask him what was next, he picked me back up around the waist, this time my back to his front, and he sat me down onto his lap.

His cock was trapped between our bodies, and I began to writhe in his lap in attempt to urge him to hurry.

“You remember what we talked about earlier?” he asked. “When I came to get you?”

I licked my lips.

“About you wanting me pregnant?” I confirmed.

I wasn’t so sure about that.

I’d never thought of myself as mom material, but I’d do damn near anything for this man, even bear his children out of wedlock if he wanted me to.

“I want them,” he growled.

He lifted me slightly to reposition me over his cock, my breasts pressed to the cool metal, as he stood behind me.

“I’d do damn near anything to see you swollen with my child,” he murmured against my neck, lining his cock up to my entrance.

I bit my lip and looked at him over my shoulder.

The only light offered was from the motion-activated flood lights that were shining on his front yard, but it was just enough to allow me to see the veins in his hands throbbing. I could also see the determined expression on his face.

I closed my eyes when I felt that thick head pressing into me.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pausing after he’d barely breached my entrance. “Forgot how tight you are.”

And then he sank inside, one slow inch at a time, until his balls were pressed against my skin.

I could feel the rasp of his pubic hair on my ass and legs, and I was panting with how full he made me feel.

And that’s about the time that I felt the first drip of cold sherbet slowly making its way down my exposed breasts.

I looked up to find him tilting the little plastic cup over my left breast.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

One drop hit my nipple and slid down. The next hit me along the outside of my breast, curling around it and rolling all the way down to my side.

The last fell between my breasts, traveling down my body, around my navel, and disappearing into my pubic hair.

I closed my eyes and swallowed.

I was just about to compose myself—somewhat—when I felt a cold drop hit my clit.

My eyes shot open, and I stared, open mouthed, at the man holding the container of sherbet right above my clit.

“Bet that tastes divine,” he growled, dropping his finger and swiping away all evidence of the melted dessert that was on the tip of my nipple.

My pussy contracted around his cock, causing him to groan.

“Fuck yes,” he growled, then forgot all about the ice cream as he reached to pull me closer.

The only problem with that was that he dropped the ice cream onto me, spilling the partially frozen dessert straight in my lap, making the cold, melted goodness spill all over the both of us directly where we were connected.

Did he care, though?

No.

Why?

Because he’d lost any semblance of control.

He took me like a man possessed.

At first, he allowed me to act like I had some say in the way he was fucking me. But soon he was controlling all my movements with his big hands that were clamped around my hips. He rocked me hard and fast on his cock. I just grabbed onto his forearms and dropped my head back to rest against his shoulder.

My breasts were flopping a bit uncomfortably with his rough movements, and to communicate this, I dug my nails into the muscles of his forearms.

But then he changed the angle and started to hit that spot.

The one that changed everything and made all the difference in the world.

The fat, engorged head of him tapped against it, fast at first, and then he slowed until the tip dragged over it with each thrust. Over and over and over again.

It was enough to cause something inside of me to change…there was this urge. One I’d never felt before, and I damn near exploded right out of my skin.

He snaked an arm around my waist to keep moving me while one of the hands that had been digging into my hips trailed over my belly. With his thumb and forefinger, he reached down and pinched my clit, sending me detonating into the next time zone.

If Evander had neighbors, I would’ve been worried.

My scream was loud and terrifying.

But the orgasm he gave me? So much more.

I clenched around him, pulsing and coaxing the same in return from him.

And I got it, too.

Moments later he came, his muscles contracting. His arms squeezed me tighter as his entire body grew rigid while he grunted out his release.

A release that I felt as it splashed inside of me, filling me up so full that I could’ve sworn that there was likely no more room inside of me.

“I think,” I panted, “That you broke me.”

He grunted something in reply, and then easily stood with me still impaled on him and hanging over his arms like some exhausted spider monkey.

Our bodies slid together, as our commingled releases—as well as the melted sherbet—coated both of our bodies.

“At least it’s not in my hair.”

He grunted. “Guess that’s good.”

I started to laugh, and then I pulled his face down to mine.

“I’m glad you’re home.”

He pushed open the door to his house, moved to the side to let Gertie out, and then returned the kiss.

“Anywhere you are, baby.” he growled. “Home is where you are, and always will be.”

My eyes filled with tears.

“What are we going to do?”

His arms tightened.

“We’ll figure it out…tomorrow,” he replied, disengaging his body from mine. “Tonight, all I want to do is sleep in my own bed, with you in my arms.”

I’d give him tonight.

Tomorrow I’d worry about him. Tomorrow I’d worry about how I was going to make a living. Tomorrow, everything would be resolved…I just knew it.