Chapter 43

Dalton

Friday rolled around.

I hadn’t seen Devolin since late Tuesday morning, when I dropped her off at the airport for her flight.

In the early hours of Tuesday morning, she’d received a call from her mother. Max hadn’t made it through the night, having suffered a massive heart attack.

The funerals and interment were yesterday. Joleen stayed behind to take care of her brother’s estate. Devolin, on the other hand, was all about rushing back, letting me know, that in no uncertain terms, was she going to miss our dinner with my father.

With that said, I left work early to run some last-minute errands for my woman. To be honest, I had no idea what to expect when I walked through that door. All I knew is that I couldn’t wait to hold Devolin in my arms again. We hadn’t had time to breathe and just be us since we began. I wanted normalcy. I needed it. So did she.

What I witnessed when I walked into my house had me smiling.

First, I was hit with the smell of spices and garlic.

Second was the sound of Melissa Etheridge’s, “Come to My Window” mixed with their giggles.

Creeping up on them, I was greeted by a lip-syncing half-sister and a dancing Devolin, both too busy to notice they had an audience, even when the song ended and segued into Etheridge’s, “I Want to Come Over.”

In the midst of belting out the chorus, Devolin turned and finally noticed me. Skylar was too busy giving it her all with her back to me, chopping away at vegetables. The girl could never carry a tune. Hell, she sounded like a screeching cat on the best of days.

“I’ll be right back,” Devolin called out, not waiting for the other woman’s response.

Slapping her hands onto my chest, she led me backward around the corner from the kitchen’s entryway, into my living room.

That’s when I took over.

Picking her up by her ass, I slammed my mouth onto hers. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around my hips as I pressed her back into the wall, taking what I was denied for days.

Her taste exploded on my tongue, and I couldn’t help grinding my hips into hers, eliciting a tortured moan from Devolin. One I swallowed, feeding off it before I slowed things down.

Keeping her pinned to the wall, our lips parted enough for me to nuzzle her nose with mine.

“Let’s make a deal,” I whispered, sneaking a quick kiss. “If either of us needs to leave town, the other follows.” The woman’s body began to shake against mine. “I mean it, Dev.”

“But we haven’t had phone sex yet.” She gave me the cutest playful pout, the mischievousness shining in her eyes.

“Trust me.” I grinned. “You’re not missing much, seeing as you’re about to get the real thing before the night is up.” Then an idea hit me. “But if you’re adamant in living that fantasy of yours, we could always combine it with that other one of yours.”

Sure, my overtness had her blushing, but the glazing over of those green eyes of hers told me that her curiosity was piqued.

“Tell me, baby,” I rasped. “How wet are you for me right now?”

“Kip…”

“I fucking love the breathless way you say that.” I nipped her lower lip. “Now tell me. If I were to strip you bare right now, would I have to go slow, or would I be able to pound into—”

Devolin snapped.

Fingernails dug into my scalp as she pulled me by the hair, covering my mouth with hers in the most aggressive kiss she’d given me yet. I swear, I was ten seconds from combusting.

“For the love of Christ!”

Devolin ripped her mouth from mine as soon as Skylar announced her presence.

Fuck!

Dropping my head to my woman’s shoulder, my body started shaking with laughter. “Hey, sis,” rumbled out of me. “You mind giving us another minute?”

On a huff, I heard her feet shuffle. “Fine. Dad just texted. He’s five minutes out, and I’m pretty sure Dev doesn’t want to meet him looking like a puffer fish.”

Devolin released a horrified gasp. “Put me down, Dalton,” she whispered her panic.

I pulled back enough to take a good look at her, but I didn’t let her go.

She’d put some work into her appearance. Her hair was down, a slight wave in it, making the reds in her auburn locks more pronounced. She was wearing a sexy little sundress. Her makeup was heavier, yet very subtle, only because she rarely wore anything more than mascara, or so I’d discovered since meeting her. Those pink lips of hers were closer to a dark rose color now, and swollen.

“You look beautiful,” I told her.

“I need to fix myself up,” she rebutted.

“Babe?”

“Put me down, Kip,” she stated exasperatedly, fussing against me.

“Babe,” I groaned, then pressed my still swollen cock against her. “You’re not helping me with that wiggling of yours.”

“Then put me down, Dalton,” she growled. “I don’t need to meet your dad for the first time with you flying at full mast, looking like you are about to fuck my brains out.”

Recognizing how important this first meeting was to her, I loosened my grip on her ass and slid her body down mine until her feet met the floor.

Sighing, she leaned her forehead against my chest. “Thank you.”

“I love you,” I said against her hair.

Tilting her head back to look up at me, I was gifted with that beautiful smile of hers. “I love you, too,” she said just as the doorbell rang. “Shit! Fuck! Damn!” she blurted, pushing me back and making a beeline for the bathroom.

As for me, I headed for the front door, laughing as I opened it, coming face-to-face with someone who shouldn’t be standing there.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”