Page 191 of Never Let You Go

She exhales softly, her puffy lips and lidded eyes telling me she feels exactly the way I do.

“I can’t wait till tonight,” I say, stepping back and watching her smooth her dress and comb her hair with her fingers.

“Mhmm,” she purrs in response.

This is going to be a long day, but god am I going to enjoy it.

Skye is more than on board with Alexandra being my girlfriend, and with that out of the way, I know I’m not going to keep my hands off her today. I’ll have her right by my side, on my lap, or under my arm. I’ll have her every which way that shows she’s mine.

No more pretending we’re nothing to each other.

No more guys taking advantage and flirting with her.

I hand her the basket of buns I baked for the patties and hotdogs, and pull out the assortment of pies I made early this morning.

Alexandra freezes. “Why is she here?” she asks, her chin jutting toward Emma, who’s in the backyard.

I shrug. “Everybody’s here. She’s the CPA for King’s Farm. It’s Sunday. I guess she had nowhere else to go.”

Alexandra’s lips are a thin line, her brow is creased. I hate that I’m partially responsible for that. As much as I’ve joked I like the look on her when she’s jealous, I know the hurt and insecurity is real for her.

And I know how to fix it.

“Come here,” I say as Emma turns around and fixes her gaze on us.

Pushing the pies back inside the truck, I grab Alexandra by the waist and pull her to me with one arm. My other hand cups her nape and angles her just right. Dipping my mouth to hers, I nibble at her entrance. “Babe. It’s only you. It’s only ever been you. Kay? Now show her how you kiss your man.”

Her cheeks flush, and her eyes light up. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. She’s shy and hesitant but I will have none of it. She’s mine, and I’ll make sure she feels it. I fuck her mouth with my tongue, dipping her head back, my hand gliding from her waist down for a nice ass grab. She responds with the sexiest whimper, her body molding against mine, her tongue getting in the game. With her free hand, she grabs my hair and pulls it, all the while pushing my mouth harder against hers.

Yes.

That’s what I’m talking about.

Mine.

When we nudge apart, she gives me a small sigh. She stands taller. Her eyes are bright. Her confidence is back.

That was easy.

Emma is nowhere to be seen. I straighten Alexandra’s hair and dress, turn her around and give her a slap on the butt. “Let’s go,” I say, grabbing the pies, and pulling Alexandra back into the curve of my free arm as we make our way to the farmhouse.

After we say hello to Lynn and Craig, we drop the breads and pies on the kitchen counter laden with a bunch of other foods.

I point to two large, brown, open boxes lined with checkered wax paper. “Where’d that come from?”

“Fresh whoopie pies made this morning by Kiara.”

I growl. “Babe, you gotta taste that.” I tear a piece of the sandwich cookie and finger feed her, grabbing her against me.

Justin is fixing drinks and winks at us. “Sex on the beach for you guys?” It’s good to see him so happy about us. It warms my heart. Although, it’s a little over the top for him, but I’ll take it.

Alexandra gives him a dreamy smile. I take a bite and have to admit, Kiara is onto something with those. Never tasted anything like it.

Then Alexandra wraps her mouth around my fingers, licking the filling off, and my mind drifts in a totally opposite direction.

“Jesus, get a room,” Justin growls. “This is a PG gathering.” His gaze drifts to a pretty brunette I’ve never seen before. And what’s that about?

“Such a prude,” Alexandra teases him. “The kids are outside,” she adds before drifting away from me to stand on the wraparound porch. The truth is, we’re not demonstrative around Skye. We don’t want to make her uncomfortable. It’s sort of an unspoken agreement we have. But when she’s not immediately around us?

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