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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Chris
The drive back was quiet. As the miles flew by and the sun went to bed, I figured it was best to let Ky be. It wasn’t until we were back on the roads of the city that he finally started to let go. To accept and deal. I knew that because he suddenly released his tight grip on the steering wheel, then his hand was reaching for mine, his fingers sliding into the spaces between my fingers. He did this without urgency or frantic need, which told me that he wasn’t looking for me to ground him. Instead, he was wanting to touch me, to hold me, to take in the simple fact that I was right there with him. Not only in physical form, but emotional.
He made his way to the compound and I raised a brow at him. I knew his bike was there because he’d taken the SUV home last night in preparation for the drive today. I hoped to God he didn’t think I was riding on the back of that thing to go home. That sure as hell wasn’t happening. I hadn’t really come out and told him that I had no desire to ride on that deathtrap and that I much preferred my so-called cage with its sturdy roof, doors and all. But I suspected he knew all that anyway.
He didn’t say anything as he pulled the SUV around the back of the garage. Then he cut the engine.
“Come on,” he grunted as he jumped out of the car.
It was late, or maybe early. I had stopped looking at the clock half a state ago. But I knew that tomorrow would be calling soon. I should have been tired, physically and emotionally exhausted of all the events from today, but for some reason, I felt like I was ready for a new adventure.
He walked up to the rolling bay door at the end, the one that held his work area.
“Let’s go,” he said, sending me a small smile as he slid behind the wheel of his latest rebuild.
An orange GTO. It was sexy, for a car. The only reason I knew that it was a GTO was because he had talked about it a time or two, and yes, I listened. It was void of the black stripes that he’d talked about adding and I’d wondered if he had changed his mind or simply hadn’t gotten there yet. As I looked into his eyes, I knew now was not the time to ask him about it.
I dropped down into the smooth leather seat and he took off the moment I closed the door. I had a good idea of where we were going, and no, it was not home. I sat back and enjoyed the lights of the city at night as we made our way through the almost empty streets. Then, unsurprisingly, we were pulling up to the gate at the strip.
I remembered how we were here months ago and all the tension and anger I felt being in the car with him. This time was different. We both wanted to be there, together. He drove through the missing section in the gate that he’d used more than a dozen times before.
“You ready?” he asked, his eyes on mine as he revved the engine. I swallowed hard, because I was not a huge fan of going fast in a car. I gave him a nod and held on to the edge of the seat for dear life. Then he punched the gas, burning rubber and taking off like a shot. By the third go-round, I had actually relaxed. It was obvious that Ky knew how to handle the thing and I believed he wouldn’t do anything that would purposely put me in danger.
Then the car came to a screeching halt somewhere in the middle of the strip. He threw it in park and cut the engine, leaving the keys dangling there. The headlights were the only thing lighting up the world around us. Before I could say anything, he was on me, grabbing the sides of my face and pushing his lips into mine. While awkwardly turned in an uncomfortable position, we made-out like two desperate, horny teenagers. There were too many things in the way and too much space between our bodies.
“In the back,” he said as he broke away.
“Okay,” I said and tried to move between the two front seats as gracefully as possible.
I stumbled and ended up flopping down on the backseat. Ky pushed his way back and then he was on me again. Honestly, there wasn’t enough room back there, but fuck if I wasn’t going to try my damnedest to make it work.
“Oh, shit, yes,” he moaned as I palmed his hard cock through his jeans.
Then I was fumbling with the button and zipper, trying to free him as quickly as possible. I kissed his neck as his back fell against the side of the car so he was almost tucked into the corner of the seat. I worked his pants and boxer-briefs down and he lifted to give me room. My only goal was to move them enough to be out of the way. My hand wrapped around his cock as the other pushed up his shirt. My mouth closed around his nipple, sucking and toying with the barbell. His hand slapped down on the back of my head and right then, right there, Ky was a writhing mess.
“Yes, fuck. Chris.”
I loved hearing my name rip from his throat. I loved the way he got lost in us during moments like this.
I moved to the other nipple, toying with it the same, then taking it between my teeth and lightly pulling. A sharp hiss escaped him and I knew he liked it. Then I kissed down the grooves of his abs and over that thick line of dark, sexy hair under his bellybutton. My hand continued to slowly work him, giving him just enough to relieve a little bit of the ache but not enough to get him to the edge.
I slid off the seat and folded myself up on the floor behind the passenger’s seat. It was a tight fit but I didn’t dare say anything. Without me having to voice what I needed, he shifted so his legs were spread as wide as the pants hugging his upper thighs would allow. One leg went to the bench seat he was sitting on while the other ended up between the front seats.
I wet my lips then licked up the underside of his shaft. He whined and moaned at every little wiggle of my tongue. I close my mouth around him, taking him in as deep as I could. His hips rocked lightly as his head fell back.
I reached up and cupped his balls, lightly massaging them as I worked his cock with my mouth. It almost seemed too much for him. On a whim, I decided to take it a step further. I lightly grazed the sensitive skin behind his sac. His heavy pants let me know that he liked it. So I kept pushing, hoping I wouldn’t ruin the moment. My hand worked his cock as I pulled my mouth away, giving one quick flick of my tongue over his slit. I started licking his balls as I jacked him off.
“Fuck, yeah. Don’t stop.”
And that was all I needed to hear to know that I should keep going. I pulled one into my mouth and lightly sucked. I broke away slowly, then without him knowing, pulled my finger into my mouth and coated it with saliva, making it slick. My mouth closed over his shaft again, this time attacking him with everything that I had in me as my hand made its way to his half exposed puckered hole. I wasn’t going to force this or rush it. I wanted him to know what was going to happen and at the same time, I wanted him to be relaxed and willing to try. Because, you know…you don’t know until you try it. And if he didn’t like it, that was alright, at least this way we’d know.
So with light pressure, I began to work the tip of my finger against his hole, rocking it in a circular motion waiting for the sound that let me know to either keep going or to stop. His ass clenched and I let off but didn’t move my finger away. With a deep breath, he relaxed again and I kept going. This time he didn’t tense up, and when I pushed my finger in a little more, he grunted and started rocking his ass into me.
Shit. It was so fucking hot that I was ready to explode right there in my pants.
“Need to fuck you, baby,” he grunted out as his eyes opened and looked into mine. “Right now.”
