CHAPTER TWELVE
Mandy
I watched the last man slid across home base, cheering loudly along with Terry. She was so nice, and the brothers looked so much alike. I sensed their closeness as well as the guilt that Kevin felt about the situation with his nephew.
It seemed like my presence eased that somehow. It was obvious to all of us how well Stephen and I got along. I had bonded immediately with him and Brandon.
We waited in our seats after the game ended, letting the crowd thin out a bit before we wandered out of the stadium. Kevin and Terry were going to grab some dinner and invited us, but we both wanted some alone time.
Stephen led me to the car, and we got in as he leaned in for a deep kiss. “Can we go to your place?” I asked against his lips as he sighed.
“I think they’re all there right now,” he told me softly, kissing me again.
“I wanted to taste you tonight,” I whispered against his kiss, my desire rising as he froze.
“Shit. I want that,” Stephen said as he started the car. “I know a spot. Want to park with me?”
“I haven’t heard the term in years,” I said before laughing.
“Hell, I haven’t said it in years.” He smiled over at me before pulling out of the parking lot.
Leaning back, I watched him pull onto the main road and then take a right that led us off the beaten path. He parked, and I looked to the right to see a lake in the moonlight, grinning at him.
“This is a nice, private place. Good job, Stephen.” I leaned in to kiss him, our lips parting and tongues sliding together. I reached down to cup his cock as he groaned against my lips.
“I feel like a fucking teenager right now,” he moaned as I started stroking him. “I’ve been thinking about you every day since our night together.”
“Me too.” I leaned over my seat, glancing up at him with a wicked smile on my lips. “Tell me if I do it wrong, okay?”
“I highly doubt that’s going to happen.” His face was filled with white-hot lust.
I reached down to unbutton his shorts, releasing him as I gripped him in my hand. I took a quick look around before I ducked down to suck him into my mouth. Stephen groaned as I sucked his tip into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as he gripped me by the hair.
“Feels so good,” he told me as I moved down, easing him all the way to the back of my throat. Stephen was one of the largest men I’d slept with, but knowing that I could take him turned me on so much.
I moved up and down, sucking slow and deep as I felt him grip me harder. I wondered how long it had been for him as he let out noises with my every movement and hardened further.
“I’m going to come, Mandy. I’m so fucking close,” he whispered roughly.
I responded by sucking him deeper as he let out a low, guttural moan. His orgasm was explosive and filled my throat, spilling over into my mouth before I swallowed. I loved the feeling and the power of doing this to him. I sank down on him, getting every last drop of his release as he stroked my back and let out a long sigh. When I moved up and stared into his eyes, his face wore an expression of wonder.
“Lean back,” he ordered.
I moved in the seat and watched as he leaned over to slide his hand under my shirt, cupping my breast over the bra that I wore. I moaned, my body wanting all of him as I wondered about the size of his back seat.
Stephen lifted my shirt and freed me from it and my bra before he slid his hand inside of my jeans. I spread my legs apart and leaned back, closing my eyes as I let the sensations take over. He stroked my clit as he bit my nipple gently, and I felt pleasure start to wash through me.
“Stephen,” I cried out as he slipped a finger inside of me, pressing his palm against my swollen nub. The pants were tight and didn’t offer him a lot of room, but it was enough. I was going to come soon and I jerked against him as he moved to my other nipple.
I cried out as pleasure washed over me, jerking forward while he kept playing with my clit. Stephen made the orgasm last with his hand, and I felt tears come into my eyes as I pressed back against the seat. It wasn’t just a hot moment in a car, not for me. It was the beginning of something beautiful between us.
Something dawned on me, and I opened my eyes. “Vanessa’s at the theater tonight. We’ll have the place to ourselves for a while.”
Stephen pulled back to look at me, his eyes heavy with lust. “Your place?” he asked.
I nodded. “My place.”
Stephen fixed my clothes, kissing me softly in the process. He pulled his shorts up, and we got back in our places for the ride back to my apartment. A torrent of emotion raced through my veins, and hope filling my heart. The night had been perfect so far.
He pulled into the parking lot and we headed to the apartment, and I realized that my hands were shaking as I unlocked my door. Stephen helped me inside and pressed me against the wall as he kissed me, his tongue sweeping my mouth. I’d swallowed him not that long ago, but Stephen didn’t seem to care. He tasted me hungrily.
I dropped my keys and purse onto the ground before I pulled him closer to me. Stephen gripped my hair, tilting his head to deepen the kiss even further. He pulled away from me as he lifted me against his body, pressing his forehead to mine. “I want to spend the night. I think I can tell Danielle that I’ll be home early tomorrow morning. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I replied as he leaned down and picked me up before carrying me to my room.
I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling up at him.
“God, you’re beautiful. Did you know that?” He nipped at my lips.
“No, but thank you for telling me.” I found my footing as he set me down beside the bed and reached for me.
“No thanks needed, Mandy.” He pulled me close and worked to strip me down as I returned the favor. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine as he wrapped his strong arms around me. The feel of his naked body pressed to mine was almost too much.
“I want you,” I moaned against his mouth and lifted my leg to hook it around his hip.
“Good. You’re going to get me.” He glanced down between us and stroked his cock once before pressing his thick head against my clit and dragging it down my wetness. The sound of his phone buzzing somewhere down the hall had us both pulling back like two school kids caught in the act.
I sank down to the mattress in disappointment as he moved back and turned, looking down the hall as if lost to indecision.
“You should get that,” I told him softly.
The phone rang again, and he got up and walked down the hall to get it. I could hear his muffled voice, but not what he said. By the tone, I knew it wasn’t good. I pulled my legs to body, knowing that our night was ending.
He walked back down the hall and moved to the bed, giving me a sorrowful look. “That was Danielle. Brandon is sick with the flu or something and wants me home. I’m so sorry, Mandy. I know that this is a tough situation, and I wish that I didn’t need to leave.”
I forced a smile on my face. “It’s okay. He’s your son. I’d never ask you to think of me before him.”
He was a single father, and I had to respect that. I knew that it would be hard as hell. There was no way I could raise a kid alone. I couldn’t resent him.
“Are you sure? We’ll do this another night, all night. We can wake up together and make breakfast. Next time. I promise.” Stephen leaned down to kiss me softly, sweetly pressing his lips to mine. “I am so glad that you’ve already come tonight. I hate the idea of leaving you hanging.”
“I’m happy. We had the car time,” I assured him, hiding all of my disappointment as he kissed me again.
I dressed and walked him to the door, kissing Stephen goodbye before I locked the door.
I poured some wine and changed into a big T-shirt with some clean shorts. I sank down into the soft couch and stared blankly at the TV. I was supposed to be with Stephen in my bed, snuggling together after we’d made love, but instead I was sitting on the couch.
“Shut up. His kid has the flu. Get over it.” I downed the glass and forced myself not to think about it. I was being selfish.
Stephen couldn’t just be mine, and I wouldn’t want him to put me before Brandon. He was a sweet little boy and so eager to learn, making me smile as I thought about how much fun he had a camp.
I wondered if this could work as I sipped my wine. Was I ready to think about being serious with someone that had a kid? Yeah. I was. I could do this.
For Stephen and the promise of us being together, I knew I would try.