Page 85 of Kings Don't Break
Then, as if somebody somewhere’s pressed the resume button, the moment shatters. The urgency crashes back over us.
I fall forward and seize her lips. At the same time, my hips draw back and snap forward. My pulse accelerates, my senses heightened. I’m no longer a sane man. I’m a man losing his mind in the sopping wet pussy of the woman he’s obsessed with.
A pussy that grips tight as I stroke in deeper and feel her walls ripple over me.
God damn, the feeling’s incredible. Indescribable pleasure.
Pleasure that has me grunting and every muscle in my body tensing. Impulse leads my pace. I fuck her faster ’til my stroke’s making her cry out and I’m gripping her by the throat to silence her with another kiss.
My cock fills her up. Her sopping pussy juices create even more slip. Even more sensation for the nerve endings all over my length. Soon the noises we’re producing echo around the bike shop garage—the squelching sounds of hard dick in wet pussy and the pleased moans that follow.
Then I switch up the pace, slowing up, dragging it out. I’m working into her in strokes that are deep and long. But just as intense.
Korine moves with me. Her hips slide along. Her thighs spread wider. She tilts her head up at me and I bend enough to taste her lips.
The ten long years that have gone by stop mattering. It’s like no time passed at all. We’re as crazy and hungry for each other now as we were as teenagers. The only difference being neither of us is running away this time.
We’re here. We’re staying.
That’s what we tell each other. We’re too damn addicted to even think of letting go. She’s my best friend and I’m hers and that’s never changing.
We’ve always belonged together even if we didn’t always have the courage to face that truth.
“Come for me, Kori,” I growl against her lips. My fingers find her clit and I play with her. Taking my time with my strokes. Making her shudder as I bury myself deep. “Come all over this dick.”
She moans in answer. Another deep shudder works its way through her body as we kiss and I tease the hell out of her. It’s like unlocking a secret code—Korine falls apart on the back of the Super Glide. Her walls ripple and then clamp down on me as she does what I asked.
She soaks my dick in her pussy juices.
It’s enough to make me give in seconds after her. I groan out my climax, my hips jerking faster. My arms squeeze her hips and thighs as I drag her right up against me and then spill deep inside her soft, wet warmth.
A few minutes, an hour, a year, or a lifetime may pass. I’ve lost all concept of time, so I’ve got no damn clue.
All I know is the next time I’m able to draw a clear breath and see straight, Korine’s still naked in my arms. She’s perched on the bike equally dazed. I kiss her more tenderly, an offering of reassurance in case doubt’s settling in.
“That was just the beginning,” I tell her. A grin crosses my face. “You know that, right?”
She smiles in return. So damn beautiful with her windswept short hair and post-orgasm dew on her brown skin. “Just make sure you call out the right name.”
I chuckle at the dig. “Trust me, Kori. I called out the right name. It was the woman I was with that was wrong.”
* * *
I drive Korine straight home. Her bottom lip looks distractingly pouty even in the shadows of my truck as I pull up outside the trailer. I lean over and kiss her cheek before gripping her chin and turning her face toward mine.
“Get some rest, Kori,” I say, teasing her. Our faces touch and our lips graze. I can practically feel her yearning—she wants me again.
Fuck, I want her so damn bad too.
But I’ve got business to handle. Tonight’s the night we finish our deal with the Barreras. Suddenly, I’m regretting ever setting the date for Christmas night. I had no idea I’d have Kori at home waiting to be my present.
“I’ll be back soon, alright?” I stroke her chin, then cheek. I feel the soft curve of it and catch a note of her scent so up close, my pulse quickens. If it were possible to be addicted to another human being, I’m a goner. I can’t help touching her, wanting to invade her space in the way that I am.
As I lean in close and we spend time stalling in my truck, I can tell she’s feeling the same. Just as lost to addiction.
“You’re going out for trouble, aren’t you?” she whispers.
I pull back. “Korine?—”
