Page 48 of That Kiss

I give him a sideways glance. “I’ve caught you staying up late to finish one after Mom’s gone to bed on more than one occasion, so cut the shit on that.” We both laugh and he swears me to secrecy. “I appreciate the talk, Dad, and the honesty; I needed to hear it.”

“Speaking of your mother, I’m heading back to the house to make sure she’s actually resting that knee. Last night I caught her on the back deck repotting some flowers because her meds made her jittery.” He rolls his eyes. “I tell ya, loving a woman is work, but there’s nothing like it in this world.” He grabs both of my shoulders, squeezing them with his hands, which are still as strong as mine. “Treat her well.”

I say goodbye to my family and make my way back through the remaining crowds that have stayed behind. By now, the families with kids have gone home for the night, replaced by teenagers and couples. I check the beer booth, mechanical bull lines, and crowds gathered around the food trucks, but I can’t find her.

I do one last lap, pulling out my phone to text her, when I hear her laugh. I look out across the parking lot and see her, noting that the dark-purple streaks in her hair make her stand out from the group she’s talking to. I make my way toward them, her back still turned to me.

“See you guys tomorrow. I’m sooo tired. I wish I could stay out, but I’m beat.” She waves to her friends and makes the walk toward her car in the far back corner by my truck. I pick up my pace, closing the distance between us. She turns on her heel, the sound of the gravel crunching beneath my boots alerting her to my presence.

“You again.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder and continues walking to her car.

“Yeah, we need to finish that talk from the other night.”

“I told you—” She starts to turn, but I grab her around the waist and toss her over my shoulder. “Hey!” she yelps. “Put me down, you ass!” She tries to pinch me, but I pull her down and put her on her feet by my truck.

“Shut the fuck up and listen to me.” I plant my hands on either side of her. “I’m in love with you, Juniper. There’s no ‘like,’ no ‘into you,’ no hooking up or booty calls. It’s love—the real fucking thing.” I lift my hands and cup her face. “You can stay angry with me, but it’s not going to stop me from loving you or telling you I’m in love with you. So do what you want—hate me, tease me, fuck me—but you’re mine and only mine, you understand me?”

“You are such a?—”

I wrap my hand around her jaw. “Do. You. Understand. Me?”

“Yes.” The answer is quick. The energy between us shifts rapidly when she sees I’m done with her attitude.

“Good. I’m not going to waste another second of my life holding back from you. Tomorrow, you and I are going to talk about this a lot further, okay? But tonight,” my lips graze hers, “right now,” this time I bite the very edge of her bottom lip, “I’m going to kiss you so thoroughly that you fall asleep tonight with the taste of me on your tongue.”

She doesn’t resist at all. Her lips part, welcoming my tongue inside. The urgency between us results in sloppy kisses and moaned names as she wraps her legs around my waist.

“On second thought,” I reach around her and open the door to my cab, tossing her back onto the seat, “I want the taste of you on my tongue all night.”

Her hands are tugging at the waistband of her shorts as she rushes to push them down her thighs. I don’t bother removing them fully when they reach her ankles. I toss her legs over my shoulders, pushing her thighs as far apart as I can in this position. Her scent hits me, my cock jumping to attention as my mouth pools with saliva.

I dance my tongue gently up her slit, a whisper of a touch. “Whose pussy is this?” I ask her, her hands reaching down to try to push my mouth against her again. “I’m only going to ask one more time.” I spread her apart and spit on her slit, sliding two of my fingers deep inside her. “Whose fucking pussy is this?”

“Yours!” she groans as I fuck her with my fingers—punishingly deep.

“That’s right, this pussy belongs to me, and I’m about to fuck you so good with my tongue, you’ll never forget it.”

My tongue toys with her clit, my fingers pumping her faster, until she’s practically dripping down my hand. I can still hear people laughing and talking, some even walking toward the parking lot, but it’s not going to stop me. I suck on her, savoring the juice that drips down my fingers.

“I can’t hold back!” Her cry sounds like a plea, her words coming out staccato as her thighs tremble and her eyes roll back in her head. I suck her clit, pressing my fingers deep and angled inside her until a gush of liquid sprays into my mouth and beard. When she falls back onto the seat, her moans coming out in soft pants, I pull my fingers from her and lick them.

“Now that’s what I want when I tell you I want to taste you in my beard the next day.”

“I—I’ve never done that.” She looks down her body, my shirt and beard soaked with her release. “Did you make me squirt?”

“Yes. Been wanting to do that to you for so long.” I pull my shirt off, reaching down between us to clean her up as best I can before helping her pull her panties and shorts back on.

“I didn’t know I could do that.” She blushes.

“I didn’t either.” I push her tangled hair from her face. “But now we know you can.” I lean in and kiss her softly. “Did it feel good?”

“Yeah, so good I’m not sure I can drive myself home.”

I run my thumb over her bottom lip and she leans down to nip at it. “I’m not sure I can let you go home after that.” She leans further down, wrapping her lips around the tip of my tongue and sucking. “Mmm.” I adjust my cock and wince. “Yeah, I’m going to need to spend the next several hours with you bouncing on my cock.” I swing her legs around and push her further into the cab before climbing in beside her and firing up my truck.

“First a hostage. Now I’m being kidnapped?” she teases, running her hand up my inner thigh.

“Exactly. So take a fucking hint, baby. You’re never getting away now.”

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