Page 69 of Never Kiss the Bad Boy

“Fuck, I hope so.”

I don’t know how he does it, but by the time he pulls into his driveway, our adversarial flirting has turned to touching and I am ready for all the filthy, sexy things he’s been promising with that dirty mouth of his. So I climb over the console and he throws his seat back. Somehow, at the same time, he also rolls his window down and tells Peanut Butter to go inside. Thankfully, the dog minds for once and jumps out the open window, tearing across the grass toward the house.

I’m in Kyle’s lap, straddling him with my mouth on his. His hands squeeze my hips, knead my ass, and then slip inside my leggings. His rough palms on the overly sensitive skin make me arch into his touch for more, but he freezes, pulling back.

“Have you been commando this whole time?” he asks.

“Mm-hmm, don’t like panty lines in my yoga pants,” I sigh out between kisses.

He groans, shifting beneath me like he’s in pain. The good kind. “Are you telling me that you don’t wear panties with these all the time? Like every day when you’re walking this ass around, delivering food to all those guys, this pussy is free-lipping it?”

He’s squeezing my cheeks harder now, punishingly tight, and I writhe, rubbing my clit on the ridge of his cock behind his zipper. “Yes,” I moan, not seeing what the big deal is. Lots of women don’t wear panties with leggings and yoga pants, especially when it’s hot out. “You like?”

“Take ‘em off, Dani, or I’m gonna rip them.” He growls out the order—or is it a warning, or maybe a promise—as he yanks on the waistband.

His need has gone dark, his eyes fierce, and his touch is branding me. I consider backing away for a split second to do the reasonable thing and pull my pants off, but I don’t. I meet his gaze with fire of my own. “Do it.”

He pokes a finger through the cotton just beside the seam, tearing a hole big enough for him to fuck me through, and runs his fingers through my lips, groaning when he feels how wet I am. He reaches between us with his other hand, clumsily trying to undo his button and zipper, like he’s not willing to stop touching me for even a second. I lift up, giving him space to shove his jeans and underwear down and free his cock.

His tip is right there, a bare inch away, and I drop onto him, impaling myself on him until he’s balls-deep inside me. He throws his head back to the headrest, hissing out something that sounds like ‘heaven’. It’s the first time we’ve been raw, and while I’m protected, it feels dangerous in a thrilling way, like it’s one more barrier he’s busting through in what’s quickly becoming my nonexistent defenses, which were already as thin as my now ripped yoga pants.

Fire and need ignite instantly, and when I move up and down, riding him, it turns into an inferno. It builds fast, both of us desperately and recklessly chasing the high that’s just out of reach. Until it’s not.

“I’m coming,” I grunt, my ass bouncing on Kyle’s thighs as I grip his shoulders, using him for leverage.

“Fuck, me too,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

It’s an additional layer of heaven as I feel the heat that he spills into me. It sends my orgasm even higher, hotter, and I milk him for every drop as he jerks beneath me, holding me tightly as I continue to shatter in his arms.

Panting as we come back, I blink, trying to get my eyes to focus, but with my head resting on Kyle’s forehead, he’s so close that I can’t see him clearly. But I can tell he’s smiling.

“Did we just fuck in your work truck?” I whisper as the reality of our situation hits me.

He doesn’t move his head but cuts his eyes left and right, looking around like he doesn’t know where we are. “Yeah.”

“I told Nessa that was gross.”

“Doesn’t feel gross. Feels good.” He groans as he grinds me down on him a bit more even though we’re both spent.

“Last time, I was coming home from a date. Today, I went psycho about you touching your sister-in-law. This time, you’re worried about my customers seeing me in the same leggings I’ve been wearing every day for years,” I say lightly, but my next words have a more serious tone. “I’m not sure this is healthy.”

“I’m not a jealous, possessive Neanderthal who needs to own you. You belong to yourself.” He pins me with a look, like he wants to make sure I hear that loud and clear. “But,” he says, risking his life for the point-two seconds it takes to explain that contradiction, “I like that you choose to spend your limited free time with me, so how about healthy communication and respect when we’re not fucking and toxic, filthy sex when we are?”

With his cock still inside me and my orgasm barely faded, he makes it sound like a pretty good proposal, and I tilt my head, considering it.

He uses my hesitation as an opportunity to sway my decision, laying a line of kisses to my exposed neck, up to my earlobe, which he nibbles, before moving down my jaw toward my mouth. I almost want to delay deciding just to see where else he might kiss and touch and how far he’ll go to convince me.

“Okay, but don’t think you can boss me around when I’m not on your dick. Any other time, I’ll cut it off.” I’m joking… but also, not.

“Of course, as you should.”

I give him a dark look, assuming he’s joking too, but he seems serious, for the most part.

“Seeing as you’re still currently on my dick, though, can I suggest we get inside before my neighbors call the police? I’m not sure I can talk our way out of two tickets in one week.”

“Shit!” I hiss, looking around in horror like we might have a whole-ass audience I hadn’t noticed in my rush to climb onto Kyle.

He grips my hips once more, holding me in place. “Truthfully, my neighbors don’t care. They’re too far away, and we have a very strong ‘you leave me alone and I’ll leave you alone’ mentality around here. I could probably fuck you in my actual front yard in the midday sun and no one would pay us any mind. But we probably should get inside, if nothing else, so I can get you into a shower and maybe get inside you again.”

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