Fuck that body and blood of Christ bullshit.
This is how he prayed.
Kelly his holy communion.
With a desperate need to devour her, his tongue swept up her wine-soaked slit. He latched onto her clit, and she cried, “Oh, God.”
That’s right, baby. Scream for me.
No mercy.
Kodiak worked that clit, licking, and laving, and sucking, and nipping like he couldn’t get enough.
Because he never would.
Falling in love was never part of his plan, but then she gave him a bag of cookies, and holy shit, he blew it.
Because he did.
Her hands flying to her breasts, Kelly squeezed her nipples. Then she reached for the bottle still clutched in his fingers, and parting her lips like the holiest water, Kelly inserted it inside herself.
Goddamn.
Mesmerized at the sight of green glass moving over crisp, white sheets, Kodiak sat up beside her. With her teeth pressed into her bottom lip, it was the most erotic thing he ever saw. “Does that feel good?”
She answered with a moan.
“You’re amazing, baby.” He reached for her nipple, pressing a finger to her clit. “Yeah, get that pussy ready for me.”
Then he leaned over, and licking her clit while she fucked herself, Kodiak drank in all her sweetness.
And after she came, the bottle tossed to the side, his spent dick deep inside her, he understood the depth of the gift she had given him. Naked and vulnerable, wild and wanton, completely uninhibited, Kelly splayed herself open. For him. Gave not just her body, but her whole, true self. To him.
Maybe she loved him too.
Happy birthday to me.
After thirty-five years without it, the idea alone gave him reason to start living again.
Only stopping in briefly to wish Chloe a happy birthday and to say hello to Bo, Kodiak left the club’s Eros party to walk the short block to Beanie’s. Kelly had no desire to attend, not that he blamed her. Brendan and Katie were taking the stage tonight, so, yeah, he was taking her out for a romantic dinner instead.
Flowers.
Champagne.
Smiling at the thought of it, he opened the coffee shop door to see Leo, tapping his fingers on the bar in front of him. Garbed all in red, a light-up heart blinking on his chest, the dude looked positively smashing. And nervous?
“Where’s Kelly? She ready?”
“Oh, she’s ready, bebé,” he said, dramatically, leaning in for the kiss. “And she’s mad.”
“Mad? Whatever for?”
“Damn right, I’m mad.” And as if on cue, there she was. “Why’d you do that?”
“Told you so,” Leo muttered under his breath.
“Do what?”