Page 68 of Krash & Bern

He stood up and slid the ring on my finger. Once the ring was on securely, he spun me around. My legs wrapped around him as he pulled my face closer to press our lips together. The subtle feel of his breath against my face caused goosebumps to rise on my body. I wanted to make love to him in the best way, but we obviously couldn’t do that on the front steps of our high school.

“Take me home,” I instructed.

“There’s more?—”

“Well, we need to go to the car really quick.”

“Your horny ass is hot, huh?”

“The thought of making love to my fiancé is too good to pass up. Also, I’ve always wanted to have parking lot sex—we just can’t get caught because I’m not trying to get on that list…”

He tossed his head back with a boisterous laugh. “Can’t you wait until after we go to lunch?”

“Nope. I won’t be able to enjoy my food from the pulsing throb between my legs.”

“C’mon!” He placed me back on my feet and interlocked our fingers.

“Who is going to clean up all the pictures?” I asked.

“Gary. He’s in the black and yellow Challenger with the dark tinted windows.”

I nodded. “I’m glad your windows are tinted too. No one will know I’m riding that dick in the back seat of the SUV.”

Krash shook his head. “You’re so nasty.”

“Only for you.”

“Good. Keep it that way, fa sho.”

He helped me into the back seat, and we let the seats down. Once we had a flat surface to work with, he grabbed some blankets to make it more comfortable for him while I pulled down my leggings.

Being pregnant had increased my sex drive beyond belief. Krash was my biggest pregnancy craving. I wanted him more than I wanted any food or drink combination. Krash filled me up better than any dessert. We wouldn’t be able to have as much sex when the baby was born, so we were putting up Wilt Chamberlain numbers before our season ended.

After our quick session in the back seat, we headed to lunch. He wanted to take me to one of those high-end restaurants with the tiny portions. I told him don’t play with me. I needed a real lunch, so we ended up going to Cheddars. Once we were seated, we were approached by several people.

“Hey, um… Hi Krash…” One woman stuttered as she walked over to the table.

“Yo! Krash Williams! I’m a huge fan man!” Another man shouted as he walked over.

“Krash Williams! Can I get a picture?”

At the sound of the question, several other people approached us with the same question. Almost a dozen people surrounded our table with phones aimed at Krash.

Krash let out a deep sigh and rubbed his temples. I could tell he was frustrated with all of the interruptions. I could see in his body language he was on the brink of snapping.

“Call Blake and Nehemiah. Tell them you want to enjoy your lunch without guests walking up to you, so if they could manage the crowd, you’d be grateful to give them a little extra.”

Keyshawn nodded and pulled out his phone. He placed the device up to his ear and mumbled into the receiver. While he got his bodyguards on the phone, I addressed the crowd.

“Hey, y’all…” I addressed the crowd around us.

A few people glanced at me, but most of them were too focused on Krash.

I cleared my throat. “I said… Hey y’all!” I raised my voice. Everyone turned to look at me.

“I know a lot of y’all get starstruck when you see a celebrity, but I’m gon’ need y’all to back up and let this man breathe. We are out trying to enjoy lunch like everyone else… We haven’t even gotten our drinks yet because y’all done crowded the damn table. Have some decorum. Let this man have some space to enjoy some spinach dip with his fiancée.”

Krash’s gaze met mine as he smirked.

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