Page 69 of The Last Key
“Oh? Who?”
I grab her arm, my gaze dropping to her lips as I say the word I was too chicken to say back then. “You.” Then I crush my lips over hers. Our tongues collide in a frantic, needy kiss.
Walking her backward, I press her against the shelves and slide my hand along the bottom of her dress and up her thigh. She wraps her leg around my waist and tilts her hips toward me.
“What do you want, baby?” I ask, grazing my fingeralong the edge of her underwear before pushing it to the side and stroking her wet pussy.
“Fuck me. Right here. Right now.”
Jesus fuck.
A second later, her fingers are on the waist of my pants, undoing the button and freeing my aching cock.
“What doyouwant?” she purrs.
“To fuck you. Right here.” I drag my lips over her neck. “Right now.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Holding her steady, I plunge inside her, groaning. I pause for a moment once I’m inside her because this is going to happen way too fast otherwise.
“Devon,” she complains. “Move.”
“Sorry, I need a second.”
“No, you don’t. This is a quickie. Hard. Fast.Now.Please.”
“Please?” I ask, lips pressed into her neck.
“Please, baby. I need you. Make me come.”
Fuck it.
Without another word, I drive into her hard and fast as she cries out.
She arches her back, pressing into me so I can get even deeper.
“Fuck,” I groan, bracing one hand against the wall.
At the sound of footsteps in the kitchen, I go faster, and the thrill of being caught takes us both over the edge.
We’re panting as I pull out and tuck my dick back in my pants. I give her a hard kiss and fix her underwear for her just as there’s a knock on the pantry.
She quickly fixes her dress, then wipes some lipstick off my face before I open the door to see a couple of the girls who helped plan the reunion standing there.
“Need something?” I ask.
“Uh, more napkins,” one says. She blinks a couple of times, then smiles. “Sorry if weinterrupted.”
“Not at all. We were just looking for something to play spinthe bottle with.” Kennedy bites her lip and looks down, trying not to laugh. “Napkins are on the right. Take whatever you need,” I say, taking Kennedy’s hand and quickly leading her away.
After enjoyingsome food from the potluck dinner, Kennedy and I are dancing on the dance floor set up in the corner by the DJ.
My fingers twist through Kennedy’s hair as she leans against me, enjoying the slow song.
“I’m glad you made sure we went to all those dances together. They’re some of my favorite memories,” she whispers.
“Mine too. And camping in the backyard.”
