Page 43 of Last Love

Relief runs through her gaze, much like it did this morning, when she realized I was still with her.

Relief?

I like.

Fear?

Can fuck off.

Despite what my gut is barking, I force the words to leave my mouth in desperate need of verbal confirmation. “Do you?”

“An entire school full,” she playfully replies breaking up the tension in the room. “But you already knew that.”

“Yeah, McCoy mentioned you were his boss but not much else.”

Her frame gradually gravitates closer, stirring the need for a different type of hit of her. “Didn’t Noah tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That…I’m the owner of the private preschool your niece attends.”

“Fuckin’ what?!” I gently lean the broom against the mirror of the maroon Honda Civic. “That asshole sees you fucking daily and didn’t say dick to me about it?”

“Well, he, doesn’t see me daily,” she teasingly corrects. “Shelly and Shelby see me daily. Your niece is so cute.”

“Yeah, bumble bee is the cutest fucking baby in the entire world.”

“The entire world, huh?”

“Facts are facts, baby. I’ve seen the votes.”

Snickers slip free as she effortlessly continues to slide closer.

Step within in touching range.

Kissing range.

Fucking range.

“I wonder why he didn’t tell you.” She nervously fidgets with the edge of her dress. “I mean I figured he would’ve after what he said to me-”

Protectively, I bite, “What the fuck did my brother say to you?”

Both hands are pressed against my chest damn near instantly. Between the warmth of her palms and the peace she naturally radiates, uneasiness melts to the same speed it was created. “Relax, Ry.” Her thumbs deliver a soothing stroke. “He just told me that he liked us together back in the day. Thought we’d be together forever. Liked that I loved you. And then he told me…that…issues with your parents were…part of the real reason you split with me.”

“That wasn’t his place to say.”

“Ry-”

“That wasn’t his shit to tell.”

“Ry-”

“He had no fucking right-”

My body is suddenly jerked down to hers and soft lips are smashed against mine, eliciting an unconscious sigh of content. The position of my mouth being opened allows her tongue easy access to sweep away the rant that was beginning. To replace the aggression with something a million times more appeasing.

Pleasing.

Harsh, heavy, and hot lashes are wielded wildly around the space enslaving my senses and shutting out anything that isn’t her.

Us.

Pres abruptly pulls back, her panting prompting me to curl my fingers around the nape of her neck in preparation of tugging her back to where she belongs. “We need to talk about everything that happened.”

It pains me to agree, yet I do. “I know.”

“And um…,” her fingers slowly drag themselves down the front of my shirt, hunger growing exponentially in her stare, “we need to talk about where we are now separately…”

Nodding mindlessly occurs alongside her unbuckling of my belt.

“Where we wanna be together-”

“Naked.”

“We need to setup some um…,” the words fumble yet the unbuttoning of my jeans doesn’t, “boundaries?” She takes a tiny bite of her bottom lip as the sound of my zipper lowering echoes around the garage. “Yeah, boundaries is probably the right word. Establish some uh…”

Pres’s fingers needily dive into my open pants to graze my cock. “Fuck, baby.”

“Healthy stuff,” she rambles, although the words are no longer really registering. “But right now?” Her warm hand gently cups my sac. “ We can do the totally irresponsible thing and have sex?”

My rebuttal is gruff and airy, “Talk tomorrow?”

“Perfect.”

Roughly yanking her mouth to mine is followed by frantic movements only she is capable of causing. One minute we’re whipping our tongues around and the next she bent over the hood of the car with my bare cock shoved to the brink. The fact she didn’t wear underwear informs me she either planned for teasing or being taken, but either way?

I’m all fucking for it.

Self-control becomes a more foreign language to me than fucking Vietnamese, which is what Lego, the mechanic I work most often with, speaks.

Every action is more barbaric than the last.

Gripping the edge of her tiny dress results in the fabric tearing and the sounds echoing around the place I should be working, not fucking, spurs me to pound into her harder. Brutally bounce her shaking frame up and down the hood of this person’s car so that her nipples scrape against the metal. Moans progressively grow into screams while her lower set of lips choke on the juices I savagely shove back into her. The sight of her tight, round ass, bucking into every merciless pump captures my attention in a new unprecedented nature. Watching it jiggle, watching it flex, watching pre-cum work its way up her cheeks and down my balls tears inhumane huffs from my chest. She should be terrified by the noises, yet she simply peers over her shoulder with a wicked gaze.

Smirks.

Licks her lips.

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