Page 106 of Defending her Heart

ME: You may be fully clothed, but I bet your panties are wet thinking about my hands on you.

KENDALL: Dry as the Sahara.

Brat.

ME: Hm. So if I were to slide my finger under the elastic of your panties and slip it inside your pussy, it wouldn’t come out wet? If I were to drag my tongue across your nipples, they wouldn’t be hard and pointy, begging for me to tug on them with my teeth?

I stroke my cock, picturing my fingers and mouth doing just that.

ME: Talk to me, Kendall. Tell me what I’d find if I crawled into bed with you right now.

KENDALL: You’d find an annoyed and irritated woman.

ME: Annoyed because your own fingers aren’t doing it for you? You’re touching yourself right now, aren’t you? Like I’m touching myself. With every stroke of my cock, I’m imagining it buried deep inside your cunt. Your walls tightening around me, your arousal making it easy for me to slide in and out as I swell against your walls.

Fuck. Precum glistens the tip and I drag it down the sides of my cock.

Texting one handed is taking too long, so I flip over to send a voice message.

“Touch yourself, Kendall. Imagine my tongue lapping your clit. My fingers deep inside you. Squeeze me. Fuck my fingers. Fuck my face. Make yourself feel good, baby.” I moan as my cock swells in my hand. “Fuck, Kendall. I’m going to come. Tell me you’re right there with me. I want to hear your moans. I want to see your eyes roll back as your hips lift to the pressure of my tongue and your orgasm rips through you. Fuck.” I groan as my orgasm rips through me. When I can breathe again, I send the message and pray to God she listens to it and gets off as well.

Not knowing how long Walker will be, I get up and use the bathroom, cleaning up my mess and washing my hands. When I crawl back into bed again, there’s a message from Kendall.

KENDALL: I was right there with you.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

KENDALL

Nash and I have sent plenty of flirty texts, but we’ve never sexted like we did last night. I won’t ever tell him, but I snuck into his room and under his covers as soon as he told me to. I was on the cusp of orgasm when he stopped texting, and I had to imagine his fingers and mouth on me. Then he sent me the voice message and I came the entire time I listened to him talk dirty to me.

It’s gotta be the single daddy vibes that have me getting off so easily. The dirty talking single daddy vibes. And the glasses. Hell, Nash can rock a pair of glasses like no other. I pictured him wearing them in bed while stroking himself thinking of me. I don’t know who came up with the lie that glasses were for dorks, because they’re one of the sexiest accessories I’ve ever seen. At least on Nash.

Paisley was a doll this morning and gave me no problems getting up earlier than usual. She was excited to get to school before everyone else and help me prepare for the day. Even with her slip ups telling the class how we hung out over the weekend, the day went smoothly. With only two weeks until Christmas, the children are bouncing off the walls.

Paisley is the last student remaining, and I have a feeling I know why. Nash wants to arrive when there are no other children or parents to interrupt what I’m sure is to be an inappropriate conversation about our texting last night.

My cheeks burn at the memory.

“Daddy!” Paisley drops her marker on her desk and it rolls to the floor. She jumps in Nash’s arms and smothers his face with kisses.

Hell, that’s hot. I’ve never had the hot-for-Daddy vibe thing going on, but lately, it’s all I can think about. Correction: Nash is all I can think about.

“I missed you, Sweet Pea.”

“I missed you too. Did you get the pictures Miss Kendall took of me? I watched you play football. And I saw Miles and Walker and Darius. There were lots of other people too but I don’t remember who they were. Are they your friends?”

I pick up around the classroom while Paisley talks Nash’s ears off. It’s endearing and adorable.

“Avoiding me?” Nash’s hands brace my hips from behind as he whispers in my ear.

I’m tempted to lean back into his chest, but I don’t. “Just doing my job.”

“Hm.” The rumble in his voice sends tingles down my spine. “I took a nap when I got home a few hours ago. My pillow smelled like you.”

Shit. I shouldn’t have crawled into his bed last night. “I spent all weekend at your house. I’m sure you can smell me everywhere.” I wrinkle my nose at how odd that sounds.

“In my bed is my favorite.” His fingers dig deeper into my hips and he tugs me so my butt rubs against his erection. “How many times did you get off last night?”

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