9. Rhodes

" R hodes, there's still more to put away." There's only so much a man can take. I'm at my breaking point. One taste would never be enough, and while I've waited, I'm fucking done.

"It'll keep." The freezer and refrigerated shit was put away; the rest we can take care of later, much later. With each step I take toward Kyra, she takes one back. I continue my prowl heading straight for the couch. The only problem with where this is going is neither of us is naked. My hand goes to the back of my neck, fisting my shirt and pulling it over my head.

"Oh." Her ass meets the arm of the couch.

"You going to strip for me, or am I taking your clothes off for you?"

She whips her shirt over her head. Full tits wrapped in a lace bra greet me. Goddamn, I don't care what they say, more than a handful is not a fucking waste. Her hands go to the button on her jeans, flicking it open, then the rasp of the zipper reverberates through the room, and she shimmies out of the dark denim. "Jesus, sweetheart." I edge closer, ripping my shorts and boxer briefs off in one swoop, then step out of them. My balance is damn good, or I'm that fucking ready.

"Me? What about you? The outline and feel of your cock are nothing compared to seeing it with my own two eyes." She's in nothing but a bra and underwear—deep purple, matching, and a whole lot of lace. Smooth milky skin, freckles dotting along her body. I lick my lips, thinking about what she will taste like when I get my mouth on every last inch of her.

"Soon, you're going to know what it's like for me to come inside you, too, sweetheart." Her hand reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, allowing it to drop to the floor. "Motherfucker." I move closer, hands going to her hips. "Telling you this now, I'm in it for the long haul. Where you go, I go. I want this, I want you. One day, you'll have my last name, and should you want kids, they'll be ours." I cup her tits, thumbs gliding over her pebbled nipples, and watch as her flesh pebbles with each sweep.

"Rhodes, I want you." Her eyes lower. I'm not ready to lose her focus. My head dips, and I nip at her neck as my fingers tweak her cherry-colored tips.

"Enough to take me bare?" The last thing I want is to stop what we have going here to grab a condom. I will for her. Didn't even have the damn latex until a few weeks ago; I picked them up on a whim when Kyra wasn't paying attention at the pharmacy.

"Yes, Rhodes. When I said I want you, I mean forever." I lift away from her neck, dip my body, and grind my cock against her lace-covered center. There's no way I'm going to be patient enough to peel them down her curvy legs.

"Fuck yeah. Ass on the arm of the couch. The first time is gonna be fast. The next time will be slower, promise," I vow to her. A month of what feels like foreplay without my hands or mouth on her has my cock dripping with precum.

"Hurry." I watch as her fingers slide to the elastic at her waist, and she shimmies her hips as it drops to the ground. I lift her off her feet, moving us until her ass is on the back of the couch and at a perfect height.

"I go much faster, I'll come before I'm inside you. Hands on my shoulders, and don't move, sweetheart." My hand grabs my cock, and I glide the tip through her slickness. She's fucking dripping. There's a small landing strip the same color of her strawberry-blonde hair, and damn am I enjoying the view.

"Rhodes." There's a rawness to her tone. She's biting her lower lip, tipping her head back, and when she least expects it, that's when I sink inside her with one solid stroke of my cock. Kyra's pussy clinches down, causing me to hold back from sliding in and out.

"Goddamn." My balls draw up tight, and I fight the urge to come this fast. Jesus, fuck. I press my chest against hers, thumb sliding between our bodies. The tingle in the base of my spine is all too fucking telling. I'm going to have to get Kyra there before I do. I'll be damn if she won't get off first.

"Like that. Don't stop."

I swirl my thumb, push down, pull back, and do it all over again. Kyra is no longer able to stay still. Her legs tighten around my waist, hips arching up, and with each movement, her tits rasp along my chest.

"Fuck yeah, you're so damn pretty like this. Hot, sweaty, taking my cock, my name tumbling from your lips." My hand slides up her spine, and I hold her as I work my hips faster and faster.

"I'm so close." Her eyes are no longer closed, head no longer tipped toward the ceiling, and I'm loving how she's got her gaze locked on mine.

"Fuck yeah, you ready for me to come inside you, sweetheart? Never, never in my life have I done this. You and me, Kyra. Only you and me."

"You and me." Her orgasm takes hold, and thank fuck for that. I don't stop, letting her ride her wave while I'm right there with her. I'm never going to get enough of her. "Rhodes." She's breathless, beautifully flushed, and looking exactly like mine.

"Kyra," I breathe her name, holding her as she takes my come. I'm never letting her go. Fuck what her dad might think. Fuck what Kade might think. Fuck what the world might think. Kyra and me, we're all that matters.