Rocked (The Everyday Heroes World) - Julia Wolf Page 0,38

clit against my pelvis. She whimpered and her fiery eyes met mine. Her pretty lips were parted and panting, her cheeks flushed and glowing. Her golden hair was like a lion’s mane, wild and untamed. She was sex and elegance all rolled into this unexpected package. I very nearly came from the sight of her.

But I held on, needing her to get there first.

“Devon,” she moaned. “Devon, Devon…”

Reaching between us, I swirled my fingers around her clit, and that was all it took. Her head tipped back while her entire body shook. I let myself be brought over with her, her walls squeezing my cock until I was empty and she went limp on me. Her head rested on my shoulder, her cherry breath hot on my neck.

For at least a full minute, we sat there, lost to what just happened. Then her head popped up, swiveling back and forth as she scanned the parking lot.

“I can’t believe we did that here,” she whispered.

My hands slid up her arms, squeezing her biceps. “You have a problem that we did it, or just the location?”

Her attention returned to me, and for a long moment, she just looked at me. Then, the tiniest curve captured the corners of her mouth. “Location. Anyone could have seen us.” Her inner walls contracted, eliciting a long groan from deep in my chest. “You’re still inside me. I can’t regret you yet.”

“Yet?” I laughed. I kind of had to, considering, yeah, I was still inside her, still rock hard even though she’d very nearly ridden me into an early grave. That was some of the best sex of my life, and she was talking about regrets.

Kat tapped my nose. “Yet. Don’t get all clingy and try to marry me and maybe I won’t regret you at all.”

Now that really had me going, laughing even as she lifted off me to flop onto the bench beside me. She looked so pretty like that, I reached across and slid my fingers through her folds, dipping inside her before straightening her panties and smoothing down her dress. Her tits were still out, but I was in no rush to put them away, and she didn’t seem to be either.

“Marriage is off the table, but I’m gonna need to fuck you again, Lady.”

She turned her head, giving me this knowing, closed-lipped smile. “I’m still a lady after that? I’m pretty sure I ripped your shoulders to shreds and yanked out some chunks of your hair.”

I got rid of the condom and leaned my head back on the headrest turned toward her. “Yeah. Only the most refined ladies can fuck like that, battle wounds and all.”

She shifted to her side to face me, her legs tucked up on the seat. “And you were a real gentleman, making me come before you did.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Appreciate that, huh?”

Her grin grew wide, those white teeth practically sparkling in the dark. “I did. Good choice.”

We sat there in the dark, letting the crickets be our soundtrack, until she eventually righted her dress and I zipped up my jeans. My hand on the door, I asked, “You good, Kat?”

She pulled her keys from her purse, her lips between her teeth again. Jesus, I wanted to kiss her, tug that lip between my teeth, maybe start all over again.

“I’m good, Dev.”

I paused, wondering if I should say something, maybe give her a goodnight kiss. Then she gave me a shove and told me to get out of her truck. She said it with a smile and made me laugh, even as I stumbled on weak legs.

I stood there, watching her taillights fade away, wondering if I’d just woken from the best dream I’d ever had. Tipping my head back, I opened my eyes to the stars and breathed. My limbs were loose, my head was more clear than it had been in a while, and I felt damn good.

Yeah, think I could handle having Kat again. She might shave a few years off my life, but it’d be worth it.

Thirteen

Kat

It was amazing what a night of sex and dancing did for my anxiety. I managed to fall asleep without pacing the house for half the night, and when I woke up in the morning, I didn’t grab my phone in a panic.

I grabbed my phone, but did it calmly.

“Hi!” Ellie answered.

“Hey, girlie. How’s camping?”

“Loud. Nature is so noisy. But we made s’mores—and before you ask, yes, I used my own food and the stick you