beneath my boxers, wrapping her fingers around my erect cock, her thumb rubbing the tip. “Sounds like a good time,” she whispered, kissing a trail down my body.
“It was—fucking hell, woman,” I cried out as she pulled my boxers down and took me in her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moaned as she sucked me back so far that I hit the back of her throat. Then slowly, she eased her lips upward, licking the slit at the tip before deep throating me again. She massaged my balls all the while she moved up and down my dick.
I gripped her hair. It was so dark in the room I could barely see her. Just feel her mouth and her hair tickling my belly.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned her, feeling the imminent explosion.
She didn’t stop. She worked me harder. Faster. Then I was coming in her mouth. And damned if she didn’t swallow every drop. She sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
God, I loved this woman.
She crawled back up to lay beside me, both of us facing each other, her hand cupping my cheek. She opened her mouth, and I braced myself. Hoping. Praying. Wanting so much to hear the words I thought she was about to say.
Then she leaned over and kissed me. “We’re not done yet, Mr. Webber,” she murmured, straddling me again, her hot pussy pressed against my cock. I felt myself harden again. It took me no time to be ready for her. My body always wanted her.
I gripped her hips and eased inside her, filling her completely. “God, I love feeling you inside me,” she moaned, gliding up and down my dick.
They weren’t quite the words I wanted to hear from her. But they’d have to be enough.
For now.
Chapter 16
Whitney
“I can pick up Katie and meet you at the carnival after you get off work.” I patted Kyle’s cheek. “I’ll even treat you to a corn dog if you’re a good boy.”
We were engaged in our usual morning routine of breakfast and coffee all together before our day started. I should have been unnerved by how quickly we had fallen into this easy normalcy, but I wasn’t.
Kyle grabbed my hand before I could turn away and kissed my palm. He hadn’t shaved that morning, so his whiskers were scratchy against my skin. I liked it when he let his facial hair grow. I liked the way it felt between my thighs.
I started to flush, forcing myself not to think about Kyle’s tongue and what it had been doing to me only an hour ago.
“Only if I can buy you an ice cream cone,” he countered, his eyes flashing.
I loved how kind he was. How he was always putting others before himself. I loved watching him feed his daughter and laugh with her. I loved how he included me in all the intimate moments of his life.
The truth was I loved him. Deeply. Truly. Totally.
It wasn’t as if it snuck up on me slowly or slammed into me all at once. It had been there all along. Waiting for me to acknowledge it.
Kyle told me he loved me. I had known it. I had always known it. I had known it eight years ago when he came to see me in Los Angeles, and I knew it now.
So why didn’t I just tell him? Why didn’t I put it out there? Tell him I wanted this family with him? Because there was that part of me that still didn’t think I deserved it. That I would ruin everything. That maybe this wasn’t meant to be. I was my own worst enemy. My worst critic. I hoped one day that would change.
That day wasn’t today.
“I saw them putting up the rides yesterday. Looks like they’ve gone all out this year,” I said, handing Katie her sippy cup.
“Yeah, they doubled the budget—”
My phone buzzed from where it sat on the table. Kyle picked it up before I could reach it, his eyes skimming over the message on the screen.
“Excuse me, Mr. Nosy.” I laughed, holding out my hand.
But Kyle didn’t smile. He dropped my phone in my hand. “Whose Rog?” he asked a chilly note to his voice.
“What?” I looked at the message that had come in and wanted to slap my forehead.
Hey babe, leaving tonight. I hope I’ll hear you’re joining me. Don’t be stupid. Rog
“Where are you supposed to be going? And why is this guy calling you ‘babe?’” Kyle’s eyes were flinty.