CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Kyle—
We spend Sunday and Monday in bed together, barely coming up for air to get food.
It's mid-morning on Tuesday, and Sutton is still asleep when I slip from the bed and tug on my jeans. Padding into the kitchen, I start a pot of coffee, then go out to the deck to touch base with TJ.
ME: YOU UP?
TJ: YEAH, LOVER BOY. YOU COME UP FOR AIR? WE'VE GOT CHURCH TONIGHT.
ME: NICE OF PREZ TO CUT ME ONE DAY SLACK.
TJ: YOU KNOW MY OL' MAN.
ME: I'VE GOT A FAVOR TO ASK
TJ: DON'T YOU ALWAYS
ME: I NEED YOU TO GET A VEST THAT'LL FIT SUTTON AND A PROPERTY PATCH TO GO WITH IT.
TJ: WOW. THAT WAS FAST.
ME: WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW
TJ: YOU SURE ABOUT THIS, brO? THAT'S A BIG STEP. HUGE.
ME: WERE YOU SURE ABOUT GIGI?
TJ: TOUCHE
ME: WE'VE SPENT A LOT OF TIME TOGETHER. WE'VE TALKED ABOUT WHAT WE WANT OUR FUTURE TO BE. I KNOW HER LIKE I'VE NEVER REALLY KNOWN A WOMAN BEFORE. SHE'S THE ONE, TJ. I FEEL IT IN MY BONES.
TJ: I'M HAPPY FOR YOU, KYLE. REALLY HAPPY.
ME: THANKS
TJ: I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT. WHEN YOU GONNA DO IT?
ME: AFTER CHURCH TONIGHT IF YOU CAN GET IT DONE.
TJ: YOU DON'T ASK FOR MUCH, DO YA?
ME: SORRY
TJ: I'LL DO MY BEST. WE'VE GOT THAT LADY WHO MAKES ALL OUR PATCHES. I'LL TELL HER IT'S FOR A LOVE SICK FOOL.
ME: TELL HER WHATEVER YOU NEED TO GET THE JOB DONE. TELL HER THERE'S A HUNDRED BUCKS IN IT FOR HER IF SHE FINISHES IT BY SUNSET.
TJ: ANYTHING ELSE, TASKMASTER?
ME: THINK YOU CAN MAKE SURE ALL THE OL' LADIES ARE PRESENT TONIGHT?
TJ: SHOULDN'T BE TOO HARD. YOU WANT ME TO CALL YOUR MA?
ME: NO. I'LL DO THAT
TJ: HAVE YOU TALKED TO RAFE YET?
ME: I'M GONNA TAKE A RIDE OVER TO HIS PLACE IN A BIT.
TJ: OKAY. SEE YOU TONIGHT.
I shove my phone in my hip pocket and grab a cup of coffee. When I carry it in the bedroom, Sutton's eyes pop open.
"I wondered where you'd gone," she murmurs.
Setting the mug down, I plant two fists on the mattress and lean to kiss her gently on the mouth. "Mornin', babe."
"Good morning." She stretches like a cat—a well-satisfied cat.
"You sleep well?"
"I slept great." Her stomach rumbles.
"Sounds like I need to feed my woman."
"I am starved."
She scoots against the headboard, and I pass her the steaming mug. She breathes in the aroma and moans around a sip.
Then I set the mug on the nightstand and slowly tug the sheet until those pretty tits come into view. I dip my head and suck first one, and then the other, until she's moaning and writhing.
When I pull back, I grin. "I'll start breakfast, but first… this."
Quick as lightning, I scoop her up and over my shoulder. She shrieks as I carry her to the bathroom. Setting her down, I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature. Then I drop my jeans to the floor, and my long, hard cock springs forward, bobbing against my abs.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I feel a rush of arousal.
My eyes hood in desire, and I pull her with me under the spray. Both our bodies are soon slick with rivulets of steamy water trailing over our skin. I hike her in my arms, pin her against the wall, and spread her legs wide.
Grasping my cock in one fist, I swirl the wide head through her wetness, brushing in circles around her sensitive clit.
She moans.
I rotate the head over and over, growling with desire, then dip the crown between her pussy lips, dragging it up and down until she bucks against it.
"Show me how much you want my dick, beautiful."
She rolls her hips and splays her legs wider. I move then, putting my dick to her slick entrance. My strong arms hold her with her back pressed to the tile wall.
Her legs clamp around my waist, and I thrust into her tight, wet pussy.
I hook my arms under her knees, pinning her wide open for me. Dipping my head to watch, I slowly draw my thick cock out until just the head remains.
"You want my dick, baby girl? Your tight little pussy was made for it, wasn't it?"
"Yes," she groans, whimpering. "Please."
"You've had my cock hard for you since the moment I first laid eyes on you." I set a slow rhythm, gently fucking her. "You can't imagine the number of times I jerked off to the thought of you. Stood in this fucking shower with my dick in my hand and imagined your mouth sucking me off."
She wriggles, but she can't move; I've got her pinned.
I thrust faster until her gorgeous breasts are bouncing. "Can you feel me?"
"Yes."
"How far?"
"So deep."
I move one hand, take my thumb, and rub her clit. "Come all over me, angel."
Her body reacts to my words. I watch waves of pleasure cross her lidded gaze.
Finally, I grab her hips, and my orgasm explodes through me.
When I shudder out every last drop, my hold on her loosens until she's on her feet. I press my forehead to her shoulder, my breath sawing in and out. Then I drag my lips and tongue along her collarbone and up her neck until I'm nibbling on her ear. "You are mine, Sutton. Right?"
"Yes."
"Tell me you've always been mine," I demand, needing the words.
"It's always been you, Kyle. Always."
I kiss her deeply, then pull back, grinning. "Now you can have breakfast."