Not Broken: The Happily Ever After(97)

I smiled at the memory. I’d been a nervous wreck and prayed I wouldn’t vomit. I stared at Malcolm, who continued to look back at me maintaining, a neutral expression. For once, I wasn’t self-conscious or afraid to express how I felt. The jittery, heart-pounding desperation from earlier had gone. A calm, peacefulness remained.

“I love you, Malcolm.”

He took in a breath, releasing it slowly as a large grin spread across his handsome face. He pulled me forward. The kiss wasn’t as hard as the one I’d given him, but it held the same passion and need. My entire body hummed with life, a deep, burning need down in my core. My hands went to the waistband of his pants. This time, instead of stopping me, Malcolm lifted his hips to aide me. He broke from the kiss and watched as I moved my panties to the side and lowered myself down onto him.

He sat up and kissed me again as I moved myself along his thick shaft. I gripped onto his shoulders, using them as leverage to help my movements. His head rested on the back of the chair. While his fingers dug into my ass, urging me to go faster. I did. The chair squeaked and groaned under the pressure. Malcolm’s phone started to ring.

“Do...you...need—”

“Fuck no. It can go to voicemail,” he grunted.

It stopped only to start again, which made me laugh. He groaned, but showed no signs of slowing. His lips were on my neck, kissing and nibbling. Then gentle sucking. The friction on my clit, the fullness of his dick, his mouth on my neck, all of it pushed me closer to the end.

His fingers dug into my flesh. His hard grip spurring me on. “Fuck, baby...”

Soon as the words were out, my body spasmed. I clenched around him, riding him harder. Malcolm held me tight, pulling me close as he thrust his hips up. I gripped his shoulders, enjoying the remaining waves of my own orgasm as he approached his own. With a low grunt, he reached his end. I leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulder. We breathed heavily.

His fingers brushed across my forehead, moving the overgrown strands from my face. He kissed the tip of my nose. “Call me greedy, but can I hear it again?”

I sat up and couldn’t resist his lopsided sexy grin and excited expression. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I leaned forward so that I looked him directly in his gorgeous eyes. “I…” I kissed one cheek. “…love…” I kissed the other cheek. “…you.” I kissed his lips.

His hand went to the back of my neck, my arms wrapped around his, and my world balanced out.

I pulled away then climbed off his lap. “I should let you get back to work. Someone really wanted to get in touch with you.”

He stood. His limp, but still impressive dick hung over the waist of his pants. He adjusted his clothing before pulling me into an embrace.

“I much prefer the interruption.”





Chapter 51


Malcolm





“I don’t think I’ve ever been scared of your dad before.”

Ginger’s hand went to the side of her neck where I’d inadvertently left a hickey. “Yes, well, that’s because Dad doesn’t like being reminded that I have sex. He likes to pretend the stork brought Shawn.”

I gave a nod of my head. “Good to know.”

“He’s all bark, though. Mom’s the one you have to watch out for. Especially since you stole her babysitting job today.”

“Damn it, woman, you’re getting me in all sorts of trouble.” I shot a quick glance over at her.

Because I did keep Shawn today, Ginger had promised her parents she’d have dinner with them. They looked forward to his weekly visit while she had her sessions with Dr. Carr, and she didn’t want to deny them that time.

Ginger toyed with her necklace and gave me an air kiss. “I’ll make it up to you.”

I reached for her hand and brought it to my lips. “Does that involve you sitting on my face?”

Ginger yanked her hand free. “Oh my god, Malcolm!” She turned to look in the backseat.

“What? I didn’t have dessert. And we’re working our way through your kinky to-do list, so really it’s for your benefit more than mine.” I looked up to the rear-view mirror to see Shawn fast asleep in the back. My attention went back to her. In the passing streetlights, I could see the flush in her complexion.

I gave her a large grin. She smiled, shook her head, and turned to look out the window. A few minutes later, her hand was on my thigh. I glanced down at her hand that she inched closer to my crotch, then up at her. She unbuckled her seatbelt then moved as close as she could to the middle console. With another glance to the back seat, Ginger used both hands to unzip my pants then pulled my dick free. Both of my hands gripped the steering wheel as she stroked my cock, bringing it to full attention. Her actions were slow and deliberate.

“Ginger?” I groaned, struggling to even say her name as I concentrated on keeping us on the road. “What are you doing?”

“Exploring more of my list.” She smiled at me. Her tongue dashed out to wet her lips and my heart leapt into my throat.

Before I had a chance to question her more, Ginger’s head disappeared beneath my arm. I swallowed hard as her warm mouth enveloped the head. I held my breath as she went lower, taking more of me into her mouth. Ginger swirled her tongue and used her hand to stroke what she couldn’t fit.