Page 73 of Son of a Preacher Man

The sky outside his bedroom window looked heavy and dank, brief flashes of lightning breaking into the darkness somewhere off in the distance. Nestled against his chest, Kelly lay asleep, her warm breath fanning his skin. He still couldn’t believe it. This amazing, wonderful, and beautiful woman was his. And he was hers. For always.

Running his fingers through her hair, Kodiak glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Three o’clock in the morning. She’d be waking soon. Her typical day began early, but now that she and Leo had a full staff, Kelly could start taking more time for herself.

Maybe he’d get her the puppy she’d always wanted. A hypoallergenic one, like a doodle. Kodiak made a mental note to look into it.

And to start looking for a house.

They’d already discussed combining households. Kelly stayed at his place most of the time, but he couldn’t live in his sister’s old row house forever. Well, technically, he could, but he’d rather not. The loft, though convenient, was too small, the walls too thin, especially with Kevin around. Something close to First Avenue and Coventry Park would be ideal. A townhouse with room to grow and a little backyard. But properties like that didn’t come along often, and when they did, they were snatched up before a ‘For Sale’ sign could make it to the front lawn.

Smiling to himself, Kodiak kissed her brow. It would come. They had all the time in the world, after all.

Warm and wet, her tongue peeked out, circling his nipple. He tipped her chin up, and bringing her lips to his, Kodiak took possession of her mouth. A fuck first thing in the morning was his favorite fuck of the day. He was up for it any time, all the time, but there was something about the realness and rawness of it then. Mind clear. Rested. His dick already hard.

Kelly slid down his chest. Kissing his abs, her nails teased his balls, and with a hungry-sounding moan, she took the tip into her mouth.

The sensation intense, he hissed at the contact. “Yeah, baby, suck me.”

He could feel her wicked smile against his flesh. She paused briefly, her fingertips tracing the veins on his shaft, before greedily taking him down her throat. Gagging and sputtering, Kelly choked on his length, but nothing could deter her from reaching her goal.

Enthusiasm. It makes all the difference.

Fisting her hair, Kodiak tugged. “Let me see.”

Pink-tipped breasts grazing his thigh, sultry blues flashed up at him. Hollowed out cheeks. Lips stretched thin, saliva dribbling from the corners. She looked beautiful.

“Fuck.”

Fire ramping up his spine, he pulled her off his dick to kiss her. Kodiak didn’t want to come yet, and when he did, it wasn’t going to be inside her perfect, little mouth.

“I love how you suck me.” Nibbling along her jaw, he penetrated her with his fingers. “Like you’ll die if you don’t taste my cum.”

“I might. Why do I want you so bad?”

“Because you love me.” Removing his fingers, he lined up his cock with her entrance. “And I love you.”

In one delicious movement, Kodiak buried himself deep inside her.

Kelly made that high-pitched squeaky sound he loved like she was surprised how well he filled her. They just fit. There was no denying it.

His hand at her throat, he fucked her. A man on a mission, he thrust up, hitting that spot inside her over and over again. Kodiak knew her body as well as his own, learned all her tells. Straddling him, Kelly pushed out her breasts and arched her back, her wet walls clenching down on his dick.

“I’m going to put a baby in you,” he rasped, as the pain of approaching relief sliced through him. “Fill this pussy up with my cum.”

Then with a loud roar, he came like a freight train inside her.

They lay together after. Watching lightning flicker out the window, his fingers lazily strummed through her cunt, pushing his cum back inside. Not that it mattered. There’d be no baby. Kelly took her pill religiously every morning. Still, the thought that a part of him remained with her pleased him, made him feel more connected to her somehow.

The sky hadn’t even begun to lighten when Kelly left for work. Too early to coax Linnea out of the house for a run, he put the kettle on for tea. His sister and Dillon were going through a rough patch. Grieving. Trying to start a new life together. All the conflicting emotions that come with it. Heavy stuff.

Settling himself on the sofa with his tea, he’d just opened his Mac when he heard a knock at the door. Kodiak didn’t get visitors often, especially at this hour of the morning, and thinking Kelly must’ve returned for something and had forgotten her key, jumped up to answer it.

A sad, dejected-looking Dillon stood there on his porch.

“Sorry to show up here like this, but I figured you’d be up,” he said, making his way inside.

Closer now, lightning illuminated a heavy sky. This couldn’t be good.

“Is everything okay?”

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