Page 86 of The Trouble with Runaway Brides

I wink at them because I have a trick up my sleeve. Whatever will make Kenzie happy is what I want. Regardless, I do want to be in Lake Starlight with my family, so I’m glad we want the same thing.

We say goodbye to the guys, then we get two boxes packed before Kenzie finally gives in and lets me call the movers. She tackles me on her bed and strips me of my clothes. Her hands are running up my shirt one moment, unbuckling my jeans the next, then sliding down to take off my socks and shoes.

While she’s undressing me, I pick up my phone and call Josh, asking him to call the movers and tell him the address. He says no problem and he’ll text me the details once the arrangements are made.

“That’s hot.” She slowly teases me with the hem of her sweater, raising it up her midriff and over her tits that are snug in one of those body suits. Her nipples are poking out of the fabric.

I inch down to the end of the bed and suck her nipple into my mouth, wetting the white fabric until her dark areola is visible. Damn, I love this woman.

I unbuckle her jeans, unzip and push them down, then unsnap the body suit from between her legs. Her hands rest on my shoulders as I slide her panties over and glide my finger through her folds. Her breath hitches and I slow my movement.

“Maybe we should wait,” I say, knowing she’s still a little sore.

“Can I show you?” she says. “I love when you’re rough, but I can come from being gentle too.”

I hold my arm out to the mattress. “Whatever you want.”

She takes off her jeans, her panties and pulls her bodysuit over her head. Lying naked on the bed, I watch her position herself with her head on the pillow. One of her hands travels down to her pussy, where she uses two fingers to circle her clit while the other hand squeezes her breast. She moans and I grow rigid watching her.

“I’m barely touching it, but it feels really good. Probably because I’m so horny from being around you all the time.”

“Fuck, woman.” I lean my back along her headboard.

Kenzie slides into my side. My arm stretches across her shoulders, my hand settling over her pussy. At first, I keep her fingers there, massaging her clit just how she wants, but after some time, I take over while my other hand runs her nipple between my fingers and squeezes her tit.

She takes the base of my cock, running her small hand up and down its length. “You’re a fast learner.” Her head falls back against my shoulder. “Tell me how you like it.”

“A little harder, firmer.”

She squeezes and twists her hand as she moves up to my tip. Her thumb runs over the precum leaking out of the tip.

“Fuck.”

“Good?”

“Yeah.” I kiss her and whisper against her lips, “You like that, baby?”

“Uh-huh. Don’t stop.”

“I have no plans to.”

The only sounds that fill the room are our heavy breathing and our moans. Slowly, we reach our breaking points, but I don’t want to come before her, so I try to think of anything but what it’ll look and feel like when I come all over her hand.

Her free hand locks on my wrist and her hips piston up and down. “Almost there,” she pants and her skin flushes, and it’s the most beautiful vision. “Oh god, yeah, yes. Oh yes.”

She puts so much pressure on my wrist as she rocks forward and stills, her stomach contracting as she stops all movement, then releases all the tension with a sigh. A long, deep breath slips out of her, and she tilts her head to look at me. I’m satisfied right here, but she smirks and her hand moves on my cock again. Watching her come only made me harder, so she doesn’t have to do much to get me to the point where my balls are primed and tight.

“I’m going to come.” My stomach sinks in and my release jets out of me, covering her hand as she pumps me until I’m dry. “Fuck.”

She kisses my jaw as she does so often, except now it’s clean-shaven. My grandfather would not be impressed if I showed up with scruff.

“Let me get a towel.” She disappears in the bathroom.

I look around at her room, her belongings. I try not to think what if, but we’re so happy that it’s hard not to think about how happy we could’ve been the entire time we were apart.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” she asks as she cleans me.

“Just time.”

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