“I love you, too. And, baby, you’re going to regret making me your husband.” I throw my head back, laughing; it feels good to laugh right now.
“Because I’m never gonna let you go, and I will forever be all over you and shit.” Leaning in, he takes advantage of my exposed neck, kissing and sucking it with the deep pull of his lips. One second I’m crying over my brother, then the next he comes in to save the day.
“I never said I would want it any other way.” If I spend the rest of my time on earth being loved by Trey, always having him desiring me and needing me in the way he tells me he will, I will die the world’s happiest woman, no questions asked.
With a demanding force, he keeps one hand on the car to the side of me and his other hand reaches to the underside of my butt, gripping a handful of my ass and pulling m
y pelvis up and into him. “Kiss me, woman.” Trey doesn’t move an inch, waiting for me to dive in; he wants me to do all the work. Extending my neck as far as it will go, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to meet my waiting lips.
We clash, the tangle of our tongues perfectly in sync, knowing each other’s every move, knowing what’s coming next. I tilt my head so I can get closer, his warm tongue lapping along mine. The knots in my stomach turning to loose messes, my legs becoming jelly.
Grabbing my ass tighter, to the point of a painful but pleasurable grip, I lift the same leg on the side he is holding and wrap it around his lean waist. His kiss turns into a caress, the one where he barely touches my lips with his, sliding the slightly parted beauties up and down mine, while my heavy breathing comes out in deep drags.
“You horny?”
I mean, obviously. “Yes, why?” I ask.
“Because you are grinding hard against my cock, baby, do you want me to take care of you real quick? Do you want me to give you your fix?”
I look between us, ready to tell him I am not grinding, but my deceiving hips give me away, sure as daylight, I’m grinding against him—hard. We’re in the middle of an empty parking lot surrounded by abandoned buildings, but regardless, I shouldn’t be doing this in public.
I look up in Trey’s eyes, they’re hooded, his lip caught between his pearl-white teeth. He studies my eyes, my face, my body language, knowing I’m nervous as hell, torn with what I want to do.
Taking the lead, he tempts me more. “Mmm, Daddy is hungry.” Pulling my ass, he helps grind against me, and his words nearly have me exploding into a million pieces. I never knew that would be sexy, but it is, not because I’m into that, but like I said there is something so sexy about knowing that Trey Adams, my best friend and now lover is going to be the father of our child. It’s his sexiest trait yet.
“But we’re outside, I’ve never done anything like this before…” I know that’s redundant to say since he’s the only man I’ve ever been with in any way.
“No one is here, I wouldn’t let anyone else’s eyes feast upon my fucking lady, let me lay you in the backseat of my truck and eat you.”
Oh, that’s what he wants to do?
“Let me eat, I’m hungry, baby.” His words have my brain cells firing and my eyes searching the parking lot one more time.
“Why else did you wear this sexy dress? I know you wore it so I can wrap it around those curvy hips and taste your tight, juicy pussy.”
He doesn’t need to bait me any more I’m more than ready for him to do this to me.
“But what about you?” I ask, giving in. Trey accepts and starts moving us to his truck.
“You can wrap those sexy lips around my cock tonight, baby, right now I want to please you. Calm you down a little.” Serenity by orgasm…sounds like heaven if you ask me.
“You make me feel reckless,” I admit while he opens the door to his backseat. In one effortless motion, he sweeps me up into the truck.
“For the rest of your life, baby.”
Leaning in, he kisses me one more time. Taking his hand he lays the palm flat against my chest and pushes me back, with a gentle ease. My heartbeat picking up, my arousal kicking into high gear.
“Lift those sexy little hips, Shayla.” The way he says my name and the words on his lips feel even more erotic than the last. His hands band around the outside of my thighs and with the tilt of my pelvis, I lift up and his hands glide along my sensitive skin. I watch his eyes as he notices what I wanted him to.
“A fucking garter belt. Fuck me, baby.” I smirk with the lift and fall of my chin.
“I thought you would like that.”
“Oh, I love it. I also love watching you lift those hips, giving me approval to have you, it’s a work of art.”
“I will never say no to you.” He smirks, it’s a smug pull of his lip and it’s just as sexy as any other smile.
“Are you a fan of these little panties, baby? And fuck me, I can smell your sweet scent.”