Just Let Me Love You (Judge Me Not #3)(50)

I’m hard as f*ck, my cock throbbing, but I want this time not to be as rushed.

Back on the bed, I deliver slow, wet kisses across Kay’s chest then up along her neck, making her murmur, “Oh, yes, Chase. That feels so nice.”

She is already half-gone, even before I move up to her mouth. Parting her lips, I touch my tongue to hers. I know she loves to be kissed like this, all slow and soft. When I reach down and dip a finger into her slick folds, I use my thumb to work her nub.

Faster and faster, her breaths come. “Come for me,” I rasp in her ear as I press my body to hers.

But Kay is intent on something more before she lets herself go completely.

“I want you inside me first,” she whispers. “I want to come around your cock, Chase.”

“Fuck, Kay.”

She only talks like this in bed, and it never fails to make my dick even harder. With what I have to give her, I part her legs and settle between her creamy, soft thighs. Handling my cock, I rub the tip over her clit again and again. Her juices coat me and my hand, and then I can’t hold back any longer. Plunging into my girl, I bury myself to the hilt.

Kay holds onto my shoulders as she tries to keep up with my ever-quickening pace. She moves with me, but when I f*ck her really, really hard, she can’t keep up.

Placing my arms under her knees, I hoist her up and say, “Let go, baby. Just enjoy it.”

And, oh, does she enjoy it.

Following our releases, I lower her legs and settle my spent body gently on top of her. Our faces are inches apart, and I lean down to kiss her, murmuring, “I love you so f*cking much, Kay. Where would I be without you?”

I shudder at the thought, and she wraps her arms around me. “Don’t, Chase,” she says. “No more worrying about what-ifs and where-would-I-be if you weren’t around. I’m here, Chase. I’m in this for the long haul.”

“Yes, you are.”

I nuzzle into her neck, and she squeezes me with all she’s got. I just give thanks, over and over again. I thank Kay for standing by me, for staying with me through all my stumbles, for picking me up after all my falls.

“You’re a good woman, Kay,” I tell her, my heart on my sleeve.

“And you, Chase, are a good man.”

For the first time, I finally feel like maybe I really am a good man.

Yeah, maybe I am.





Kay



Back in Harmony Creek, life returns to normal. I resume teaching my energetic class of eager-to-learn first-graders, and Chase returns to work too, fixing that which needs fixing.

It’s also true that Chase and I are more in love than ever.

One warm, sunny late-September afternoon, following the end of the school day, I search out my gorgeous man. When I find him outside the rectory, repairing a loose shutter on a first-floor window, sans shirt oh, my! I take a few minutes to admire his hot bod.

I swear I will never tire of checking out Chase Gartner.

“Damn,” I say, and then loudly enough to get his attention I let out a wolf-whistle.

Chase spins around, muscles flexing. “Didn’t know you knew how to do that,” he says, referring to my loud cat call.

“Ha,” I reply, ambling up to him. “There are lots of things I know how to do, maybe a few you don’t even know about.”

I wink, and he laughs. “Oh, now I’m intrigued.”

I add with a coy smile, “If we weren’t on church grounds right now, Chase Gartner, oh, the things I’d do to you…”

I trail off and he takes a step toward me, slow and sauntering, with his low-hung jeans, chest bare, broad, and hard. My, he looks good.

Only inches from me, he stop and prompts, “Do continue, sweet girl.” His hand goes to my jaw then down my neck like a whisper, where he stops and toys with the thin strap on my floral printed dress. “What would you do to me if we weren’t on church grounds, Kay?”

His husky voice and searing blue eyes leave my panties dampened. “Chase…”

“Tell me,” he insists. Leaning closer, he nuzzles the sensitive skin near my ear.

Gasping, I blurt out, “I’d drop to my knees and show you what I’d do if we weren’t here at the church.”

Chase groans, “Fuck, we need to get out of here, babe. Like, right away.”

One thing I’ve noticed since we’ve returned from Las Vegas is that Chase’s sex drive has hit full throttle. Pretty impressive since he’s highly sexed as it is. Not that I’m complaining. Hell, no! And now is no exception.

I heartily agree. “Let’s go.”

No surprise, we don’t even make it to the farmhouse. Mere miles down the road from the church and I am leaning down, undoing Chase’s jeans, and taking him in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he utters when I really get going.

There are advantages to living in the middle of nowhere, such as lonely, rarely traveled country roads. The one we’re on is not busy, but still, it’s a main route. So, we turn off to a really empty road, and Chase parks off to the side. I crawl astride him, and he pushes my panties aside so he can thrust up into me.

Hard and fast, that’s how Chase likes to f*ck today. And wow, do I love it. I love it even more when his hands slide down into my pushed-aside underwear, cupping and squeezing my ass.