Page 59 of Lost in Love

“Jesus Christ, I hate this!” she screams, stomping her foot, her hands over her heart.

I grab onto her, laughing as I hold her from behind, my voice purposely low when I whisper, “I got you.”

Her shaking body sinks back into mine. We stop walking and she turns in my arms. “Make me not scared.”

I laugh again. “What?”

Her wide eyes focus on mine. She glances around and then searches my face for a reaction when she whispers, “Fuck me. Right now.”

Is she for real? I can’t tell. Is she? I wait for the “just kidding” or the laugh, but it doesn’t follow. The only thing that follows is her heated eyes on mine, waiting for my reply.

It takes me a minute to respond, but my dick, he was ready to go the moment I rubbed up against her five minutes ago. So I bend at my knees, rubbing my cock against her center. She whimpers, her head lolled back against the wall, clinging to my shoulders. “You want me to fuck you with all these people in here to see?”

“There’s only six people and they’re busy. We’re alone.”

I look around. For the most part, we are. Unless you account for the possessed bunny my wife nailed in the balls, but I’m sure at this point he’d rather be dead.

Backing her up against a wall, I corner her into what I assume is a closet, my body pressing into hers. Then I look at her outfit. “How am I going to get this off you?”

Breathing heavily, she reaches for the strap around her neck and pulls a zipper down until it reaches her crotch. With a little maneuvering, she’s naked from the ass up. I do my best to shield her from anyone seeing, but thankfully, it’s dark enough in here, nobody is going to see us.

With her back to me, I shove my fingers inside her pussy, so wet and warm. Her head rolls back against my shoulder about the time my mouth locks onto her neck. She asked about the teeth earlier and guess who left them in?

Yep. All by design. I bite so hard I’m sure I’ve drawn blood, but she doesn’t squirm away from me. “What were you saying about my bark being worse than my bite?”

“Fuck me,” she begs, squirming against my cock between her ass cheeks the moment the plastic teeth sink into her skin.

I resist. I want to tease her a little more. I growl against her skin, “Did you like the way that kid was looking at you?”

“I didn’t not like it,” she says breathily, squirming against me. “Noah, please.”

I drag two fingers below her clit and then press my thumb down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Please what?”

Her breathing trembles. “I want you to fuck me. Right here with everyone outside. Show me how much you still want me.”

I don’t like those words. They hit somewhere deep inside my chest. She thinks me being distant, me avoiding my emotional shit show is because I don’t want her? Surely everything we’ve been through these last few weeks proves that’s not the case. With my hand that’s in a cast, I grip her face the best I can and force her to look at me. “Wanting you is not the problem. I always want you.”

Her hooded eyes find mine. “Prove it.”

So I do. I fuck her against the wall, and when I come, I growl in her ear, “Do you believe me now?” with my hand wrapped around her neck.

Kelly lets out a breath, her tits covered in a glistening sheen I can see even in the darkness. With her body still wrapped around mine, she says, “I love you.”

She didn’t answer my question.

Nineteen

Brotherly Love

(He’s older, not wiser.)

“What didyou do to the HOA lady?”

Quietly enjoying my coffee before work, I peek up at my wife holding a pink piece of paper. I can only imagine that’s another citation for not mowing my lawn. Or, maybe it’s something related to the burned dick in her lawn I didn’t do but was certainly an accomplice to. “I didn’t do anything to her. Why?”

Kelly slaps the piece of paper on the table. “Because we’re being fined five hundred dollars for not mowing our lawn.”

Refusing to look at the citation, I grumble something at her. I think it’s “go away,” but I don’t actually say it loud enough she can hear it. I’m not stupid, but I’m enjoying my goddamn coffee.

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