Page 112 of Starting Over with You
I grin. “Hi there, darlin’.”
“Funny meeting you here,” she teases.
“If you’re on the dance floor, so am I,” I say, pulling her closer.
Her face is bright, her eyes wild as she smooths my mustache. “Sir, your mustache has no business being this slutty in public.”
God, she drives me wild. I nip her thumb, and she giggles. “It’s only slutty for you.”
She snorts, and I chuckle at how ridiculous we are. Out of nowhere, Kenni grabs my hat and puts it on her head. It’s too big, falling over her eyes, but damn if it doesn’t lookperfect.
I spin her out and back in, then lean in close. “Fuck me, Kenni. You look even better with my hat on.”
Her laughter is better than any song.
“You know what they say,” she purrs. “Wear a cowboy’s hat…”
I grin. “Ride the cowboy?”
“Later.”
“You got that right,” I say with a wink.
Her grin is unstoppable. “And do you know what they say about throwing up in a cowboy’s hat?”
I laugh. “What?”
She cups my cheeks. “They saythat’sthe cowboy you’ll love forever.”
Now she winks, and just like that, I’m wrecked.
I press my lips to her mouth, soft, reverent, and completely hers.
Forever.
If she ever needs to puke again, my hat’s ready.
It’ll always be ready.
Only for her.
EPILOGUE
Dean
Six months later…
There is something erotically sexy about Kenni in my hockey jersey.
She’s not a small girl, so my sweater hits right at her hips, and fuck if I don’t wish I had the memories of younger Kenni in my number. My name and my number 97 on her back had me harder than a stick the moment I came out of the locker room and saw her in it. In case you didn’t know, it’s hard to skate with a boner. I had to go on the bench and think of every unsexy thing I could. But then my eyes would settle on Kenni screaming for me, and my cock started weeping for her.
It’s probably good she never wore my jersey when I was younger. I’d have probably filled my protective cup with jizz, and my grandma wouldn’t have been happy about that. Plus, when we were younger, I didn’t know how to make her come like I do now. And I sure as hell wouldn’t have had the balls to pull her out theback door of the rink and press her into the wall of the Ice Thistle to ravish her.
I have the balls now, and they’re in Kenni’s hand as our tongues and teeth play. She tastes so fucking good, and I want to inhale her. She cups me through my athletic shorts, and I groan into her mouth as I push down her leggings. When I find that she has no panties on, I cut my eyes to hers. “You want me to bust my load, huh?”
She smirks as I drop to my knees and throw her leg over my shoulder before burying my face against her pussy lips. She’s soaked and tastes like heaven. “Fucking hell, Kenni. This pussy is my favorite feast.”
She arches into my mouth, her clit pressing against my tongue, and she cries softly. “Yes, Dean. Please, I need to come.”
