Authors: Joanna Blake
"I'm going to puke!"
Abruptly he put me down, staring at me with consternation.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded, the nausea passing quickly.
"Are you drunk?"
"What? No, I never drink!"
"You drank with me."
I crossed my arms, glaring at him.
"Yeah, well look where that got me."
He grinned suddenly, grabbing my hand.
"Where are we going?"
"My car."
"Why?"
"To talk."
"We can talk here."
He ignored me, pulling me down the street towards his SUV. I stood there, ignoring the open door he was gesturing at. He stood over me, trying to intimidate me. It didn't work. He sighed as if I was trying his patience.
"Belinda..."
"What?"
"Get in the damn car!"
"Why?"
"So we can talk!"
I put my hands on my hips and stared at him.
"Bullhickey."
He started laughing.
"You can't even say 'shit' can you?"
I scowled at him. He was making fun of me. I yelped as he picked me up and physically placed me in the car.
"Hey!"
"Oh calm down, I'm not kidnapping you."
He buckled me in and grinned at me, his blue eyes twinkling.
"Though its not a bad idea to be honest."
I sat still as he shut the door and climbed into the driver's seat. Then I pulled off my seat belt.
"Is that really necessary?"
He stared at me, his eyes on my lips.
"Yes."
"Kyle..."
He leaned forward, his hands cradling my face. Then he kissed me so softly I almost couldn't stand it. He was so sweet sometimes. It was so romantic, so tender, so-
Then I felt his hand on my boob and the spell was broken. He squeezed it and I could almost hear a honking sound. He squeezed it again, grinning foolishly like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Kyle!"
"Come on babe. You drive me crazy dressed like that..."
"In my pajamas?!?"
"Oh, fuck yes."
He was trying to get closer and closer to me, his body heat coming off of him in waves. I was getting squished against the door.
"Ow!"
He stopped immediately, his eyes full of concern.
"You okay?"
I nodded.
"Kyle what are you doing? We are not going to do... it in this car."
"Can we go somewhere else?"
"No! My dad is waiting up for me!"
"Fuck... Just give me a taste Belinda... please..."
Something in his voice undid the knot inside me. I nodded breathlessly, letting him kiss me again. His hands wandered and I arched against him, encouraging him to touch and explore me.
He unzipped my hoodie and groaned at the sight of me in my ragged old t-shirt. His hands explored my chest as he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue.
"Hmmfff... Belinda..."
He pulled my top up and lowered his head to my breasts, worshipping them one at a time. I let my head fall back, starting to rock my hips as need overwhelmed me. He slid a hand into my sweatpants, stroking my pussy through my thin cotton panties.
Then he slipped his fingers inside my panties and I lost it. I circled my hips against him desperately as he plundered my folds. He slid a finger inside me and I pressed down on it. Wanting his touch so badly.
Wanting more.
"Fuck B! You're so wet..."
It was too much. I knew suddenly that I was going to end up screwing him in his car like a floozie. And worse than that, I was starting to really
feel
things for him.
Bad bad bad.
I reached behind me and unlocked the door. Then I pulled on the handle and rolled to the side and out of the car.
Before he knew what happened I was out on the sidewalk, leaving him staring at me in shock. I'd jumped out so abruptly his hand was still in the air where he'd been touching me.
"Don't follow me."
I walked quickly away, tears spilling over my cheeks and running down my face. I hadn't told him to take a hike. I hadn't told him I couldn't see him again.
I also hadn't told him about the baby.
I brushed the tears away angrily.
It was just the hormones. It didn't mean I was falling for Kyle. How could I? He was an oaf.
A big, sweet, gorgeous oaf.
I dried my tears and went inside. I waved sullenly, too ashamed to kiss my father goodnight. Then I crawled into bed and stared at the ceiling.
I really didn't like to curse but I couldn't think of any other words to fit my situation.
I was one hundred and ten percent effed.
Chapter Twelve
Kyle
It was the end of the fourth quarter at my first away game. I took the entire second half of the game this time. It was almost as good as starting, especially since the game was going nowhere fast. The stalemate turned into a big old 'V.'
We steamrolled the other team into the fucking ground.
I was plowing through their defense to make a final touchdown. The one that would put us 28 points ahead of the home team. The one that just might make me the new starter.
The reigning quarterback would not like that but I didn't give a shit. Jason Doover was smug and complacent. He treated the team like a club. He was a good athlete, but he had no heart.
Plus, I didn't like his face.
I grinned, slamming the ball into the ground.
BOOM MOTHERFUCKERS
The game was over. The team ran into the field to celebrate. I high fived them as I ran for the showers. I was in too much of a hurry to congratulate everyone. I did smirk at Jason's sourpuss as I ran by.
I had an appointment to keep back home. It was a three hour drive and I had two hours to make it. I had a very special date with Belinda tonight.
We'd been sneaking around, meeting every couple of days for the past few weeks. She had stopped fighting the attraction between us after that night in my car. She was with me, all the way. Not publicly but in my heart I knew she was mine. It was amazing. It was perfect.
It was hell.
She barely had any time for me. And working around her dad was next to impossible. He had me every afternoon. And he expected her home for dinner every night. That gave us an hour or two, tops, and not every day. Sometimes we could get a few hours on the weekends. Usually not.
That was not nearly enough time for me to spend with my woman.
But tonight... tonight her dad would not be there. Because he was
here.
The team was scheduled to spend the night in a local hotel. Everyone except me.
We'd planned this way ahead of time. Or I had. I'd used military precision to cover the bases. Coach thought I had family in town, and had one of the other coaches drive my car down for me. It's a good thing no one realized that I
had
no family, other than one mean old drunk. Belinda had told her mother she was staying at a friend's house. That gave us an entire night to ourselves. Privacy. Hell, a king bed to tear up the sheets in. I could really make her scream.
It was going to be perfect.
I'd even gotten a fancy hotel room to seal the deal. Dropped a huge chunk of change on it, with no regrets. But I had to
be
there to actually use it. I was in the parking lot and running to my car before half the guys hit the showers.
Two and a half hours later I was pulling into the hotel and tossing my keys to the valet.
Bellie was already in the room when I got there. I walked in and froze. My girl, my shy, recently devirginized girl, was wearing the lace teddy I'd bought her the week before. Hot pink and see through, it barely covered anything.
It didn't cover her naughty bits, so much as make them more noticeable.
I swallowed as I locked the door behind me. I was already hard before I even turned around again. She did that to me without the sexy outfit.
But with it...
Oh man, I was about to lose it. I was across the room before she said a word. Her lips opened to say hello but I never gave her the chance. Before she could even speak as I swooped down on her, taking her lips in an endless, drugging kiss.
She squeaked as I lifted her onto the bed and crawled on top of her, fully dressed. I wrapped her silky thighs around me. As much as I wanted to revel in the feel of her against me, my body took over, rubbing my engorged cock against her through my jeans over and over and over again.
"Fuck Belinda, you drive me so fucking crazy!"
Her eyes were open as I tried to stop myself from moving. If I kept humping her this way, I wasn't going to make it. I was going to come in my fucking pants like a teenage boy.
Hell to the no.
Not my style. Not even when I was a teenager either. I was a fuck man. I didn't do half measures. And right now I wanted to be inside her more than anything. I wanted to get in there and stay as long as humanly possible.
I wanted to pile drive her ass.
Since she'd started the pill, it had been gloves off. We were all over each other, every time, the whole time. Every second we had together was spent with me on, under or behind her, usually with my cock locked deep inside her.
It was fucking paradise.
But this, this blew it off the roof.
Not just the waiting. Not just the outfit (but yeah, it had a lot to do with the outfit). Not just the hotel.
The fact that we had all fucking night to be together.
I'd been waiting for this since the moment I laid eyes on her.
I sure as shit wasn't going to waste it. I growled and rolled to my side, kicking off my shoes. My jeans were off in two seconds flat. I knelt on the bed and grabbed her ankles. She squealed as I pulled her towards me.
I buried my face between her legs, nudging the sheer pink panties aside. My shirt was still on. My socks were on. Other than that, I was buck ass naked.
My cock scraped against the blankets as I fucked Bellie with my tongue. Her sweet little pussy was drenched and slippery as I plunged my tongue inside her again and again.
I reach up and stroked her sensitive nub.
That was it. That was all it took. Her body started to tremble. In less than a minute the tremble turned into a shudder.
My Bellie was coming.
I couldn't wait. I lifted up and eased into her as she convulsed around me. My bare cock sank into her tight, hot, quivering little pussy.
I'd never felt anything sweeter in my life.
This was heaven.
Belinda
I couldn't stop shaking as I came. The orgasm was earth shattering. Almost too hard. I lost track of time as it went on and on. It never seemed to end.
Kyle wouldn't let it end.
He was driving in and out of me with long, deep strokes. He wasn't being gentle. He ended each circle of his hips with a hard thrust and a grunt.
He sounded like a wild animal.
My
wild animal.
At first, I'd figured why not have a little fun with him. We'd already made a baby, so that wasn't a risk anymore. I wanted him. He definitely wanted me.
What was the harm?
But I knew in my bones that this was dangerous to me. Every time I met with him in secret, each hot sex session was leading me deeper and deeper down a path that led to nowhere. I had opened my heart to him without noticing. And now it was too late.
Kyle was not the settling down type. You just had to look at him to know that. And I loved him too much to trap him with a baby.
Love...
Oh yeah, I was definitely in trouble.
He leaned forward and pulled my nipple into his mouth, not stopping the endless thrusting motion of his hips. I screamed as my body went into overdrive.
My orgasm had an orgasm. The room tilted and then went fuzzy for a minute.
When I came back to myself, he was staring down at me with concern.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah... you don't have to stop. Just go easy on my breasts."
"Okay, if you're sure you are okay..."
"I'm just- extra sensitive."
He smiled and kissed me, then started making love to me again. This time it was slower, gentler. But somehow with him staring into my eyes as he rolled his hips sensually, it was even dirtier. He knew how to make every stroke count.
"Bellie... hmmmfff."
He was straining with the effort of holding back. I was straining not to come again so soon. I wanted to hear what he had to say. I was holding my breath, afraid to break the spell.
"Yes?"
"I think- fuck, Christ- I know- I'm falling for you."
That was almost what I wanted to hear, but not quite. I slid my arms around his neck and looked up at him. I tried to hide how much I was hanging on his words.
"Hmmm... Falling?"
He grimaced as his cock slid deeper inside me.
"You aren't going to make this easy for me are you?"
I shook my head. Why should I make it easy? I wasn't going to put words in his mouth. Even if he said it, I knew it was probably a passing thing. But I wanted to hear it so bad. It almost didn't matter how long it lasted.
"I'm falling in love with you."
Chapter Thirteen
Kyle
I stared at the ceiling, my arms wrapped around the sleeping beauty beside me. I stroked her hair softly, letting my fingers slide through the living silk. It was just after dawn. I'd have to wake her up soon.
To take her home.
I frowned. That just didn't sit right with me. For just a little while, it had felt like this
was
our life, not an escape from it. The real thing.
I wanted her with me. Always.
Fuck if I hadn't gotten domesticated. Ben had been right. I
was
next.
I should be scared. Hell, I was scared. But not of getting married or settling down.
No, I was scared of losing her.
I'd never had anything to lose before. Something to protect. Not like this. In war it was different. Everything was life and death.
This was life with her or life without her.
And I was pretty sure I would not be able to handle that. Not now. Not ever.
I squeezed her and she made a soft sound. I smiled. My girl was so cute it almost hurt. She had mewled, almost like a kitten.