Page 51 of Dear John
“Well, yeah. It’s a free country.”
“I don’t trust him,” he grumbled.
My brows furrowed in confusion as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on here. “He’s just a kid.”
He snorted in derision. “I don’t like the way he watches the house.”
“He was watching us,” I pointed out.
His head whipped to meet my gaze. “All the more reason not to trust him.”
“What exactly do you think he’s going to do?”
“What won’t he do? He’s a kid. You can’t trust him.”
I took a step back, wondering who the hell this man was in front of me and how I was supposed to get Kavanaugh back. “Okay, I think you need to relax just a little. He’s a kid. He’s not doing anything but riding his bike. Then again, you just pissed him off, so we’ll probably end up with flaming dog poop on the steps.”
“When he comes back, I’ll be ready for him.”
“Alright, Kevin,” I muttered. “Can we finish moving your stuff inside? Or are there some puppies you want to run down first?”
“Maybe later,” he said, not joking at all. “I’m beginning to think I didn’t add enough security.”
“You did. There are triple locks on all the doors, and you installed cameras everywhere.”
“Right, but what about the perimeter? I don’t like the idea of you being here all alone.”
“I’m never alone,” I grumbled, trying not to be upset by the fact that I now had two houseguests who were probably never going to leave. I liked having them around most of the time, but Kavanaugh was getting a little crazy with the protection detail. “Can we just agree that if someone comes here to blow me up again, it won’t be the kid down the block?”
His eyes narrowed in the distance like he was considering it.
“Kavanaugh!”
“Fine, alright. The kid is most likely not a threat.”
“Thank you.”
“But that doesn’t mean I won’t be watching him,” he finished.
“I’m gonna need a twenty-pack of Jujyfruits by the time today is done.”
I was halfway up the steps when Kavanaugh scooped me up into his arms, eliciting a yelp from me that could be heard halfway around town. Then he tossed me over his shoulder and slapped my ass, carrying me inside and slamming the door behind him.
“The dresser!”
“Can wait,” he said, taking the stairs two at a time, jostling my stomach to an uncomfortable degree.
“Kavanaugh—” I screeched as he tossed me down on the bed, climbing over me the next instant. His lips latched onto my skin, sucking lightly and immediately turning me compliant.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re ordering me around.”
My pants were jerked down my hips and then his cock was nudging at my entrance from behind. I sucked in a breath as he entered me in one long thrust. All the anger of the day immediately washed away, replaced only by need and desire.Over and over, he took me, filling me with his thick cock until I was begging for him to make me come. There was nothing like him filling me up and fucking me hard.
Then his fingers were on my tits, tugging and pinching until I was screaming his name. I felt his shudder behind me, stilling inside me as I came hard, squeezing him tight.
Panting hard, I wasn’t sure I would be of any use to him the rest of the day. All I wanted was a long nap and maybe a drink. He brushed my red locks away from my face, grinning down at me as I laid there sleepily.
“Better?”