Fast Lane - Kristen Ashley Page 0,103

back, so her hips are tucked against his lap and stomach, and he’s up with his head in his hand on an elbow in the surfeit of pillows.]

You want this. That was a smooth line. (McCade)

[Twisting to look at him] It was goofy. (Lyla)

[McCade’s brows go up] Goofy?

Yes.

It worked on you.

[Lyla rolls her eyes, but she offers no argument.]

[McCade looks to me and grins] That line got me Jesse.

It got me Jesse.

[McCade looks to his wife and speaks softly] Yeah.

[Her expression softens in return]

You know, you got to tell your story at the bar already. (Lyla)

Jesse’s got the chili in hand. (McCade)

[Lyla sighs and returns her attention to me]

We’ll just pretend he’s not here. (Lyla)

[Off tape]

That might be impossible.

[McCade explodes with laughter. Lyla fails to fight a smile.]

The short hall had his tee and mine on the floor.

I had his mouth on mine, his hands on my ass, and my fingers on the belt at his jeans when I sensed we were in a bigger space.

I opened my eyes, slid them right and spotted a couch.

I tugged him by his belt toward the couch.

He broke his lips from mine and started guiding us to some stairs.

“Preacher,” I snapped.

“Cher, I am not makin’ love to you for the first time in six years on a couch.”

I took his hand and tugged him my way, saying, “Who cares?”

He tugged harder at my hand and I went flying, slamming into him.

His chin was nearly in his throat with the way he was looking down at me.

“I care,” he growled. “Haul ass up the stairs.”

“Preacher.”

He dipped and the tip of his nose touched mine.

“Haul. Ass. Up. The. Stairs.”

“I forgot how bossy you are,” I clipped.

He looked to the ceiling. “Fuck me.”

I threw my hands out to the sides and cried, “I’m trying!”

Another growl came with no words and then I was over his shoulder and he hauled my ass up the stairs.

[Off tape]

This is actually very sweet.

See? That’s what I was goin’ for. (McCade)

It wasn’t sweet. It was hot. (Lyla)

[McCade grins]

I was goin’ for that too.

He tossed me to my back on a bed.

I did not bounce because Preacher was on me.

I forgot to be mad he was so pushy and willing to do whatever he wanted to get his way, and all the ramifications of that, including the good ones I was currently experiencing, when his mouth again came to mine.

Preacher, me, a bed and six years in between, things were pent up.

My hands collided with his.

I was interrupted in unbuttoning his jeans when he pulled my shorts over my hips.

I was barely able to scrape the edges of my teeth along his nipple before it wasn’t in target range anymore because he was dragging my panties down my legs.

And then we were both naked and I had a mind to get my mouth close to something else when I was crying out because I was going up.

He was on his knees in the bed.

And he was holding me to him, front to front.

“Legs around me, cher,” he rumbled.

I did not quibble.

I wrapped my legs around his hips.

He had one arm around me, one hand between us which meant when he bore me down, he was positioned to take me.

And when he filled me, I let out a breath it felt like I’d been holding for six years and my forehead dropped to his.

He wrapped his other arm around me, his hips started moving, and I held on with my limbs as I gazed into his eyes.

“Get your hand between us,” he murmured.

“No, honey, I want—”

“Baby, this is gonna go fast. There’s been no one but you. Get your hand between us.”

[Off tape]

There was…?

Nope. (McCade)

[Lyla is silent, but her silence shares she did not also abstain.]

I let her have that too. (McCade)

[Lyla turns to her husband and rests her hand against the salt and pepper beard on his cheek.]

[Whispers] Preacher.

[McCade to interviewer] I didn’t like it, and I imagine you can sense that’s an understatement. But if it happened while she was figuring herself out, she needed that too.

This is maybe the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.

[McCade grunts. Lyla lets her hand drift away from his face and looks to me]

Me too.

I didn’t know he was coming back, you see.

Let’s move on. (McCade)

Okay, honey. (Lyla [quietly])

Preacher was right.

It went fast.

For him and for me.

Too fast.

I hadn’t even recovered when I wanted it back.

Yes.

I wanted it back.

And then I wanted it to go on forever.

God.

It was so stupid, coming here.

I slid my cheek