Dark Sexy Knight (A Modern Fairytale)(70)
Two hours later, his T-shirt tucked into his waistband and his body glistening with sweat, he pushed the mower back into the garage and swept the driveway free of edge clippings. Walking around the garage to the backyard, he passed through the gate and checked out the hedges that surrounded the property. They were high but starting to get straggly. He’d tackle them next weekend. Grabbing the hose from the side of the house, he sprayed off the back patio, sending errant clippings into the grass and gumballs from the sweet gum tree skittering under the shrubbery. He hooked the hose nozzle over the stair railing, then headed up the steps to the back door, only to find Verity, a bandanna holding her hair back and a smudge of dirt on her nose, standing on the top step.
“Oh, no!” she said, waggling her finger with a stern look. “You ain’t comin’ in my clean house all sweaty and dirty, mister. That’s why God invented outdoor hoses.”
He chortled, wondering if this was something her mama used to say to her daddy. “Is that right?”
She crossed her arms over her breasts, looking down at him all sassy. “That is right.”
He stepped up closer to her, his eyes level with her waist, and reached up to rub the dust from her nose. “You’re not all that clean yourself, darlin’.”
“You sayin’ I need to be hosed off too?”
He didn’t know it was possible to smile this wide. “Yes, ma’am.”
Before she could say another word, he snatched the spray nozzle from the railing, aimed and fired, spraying her shirt with a stream of water.
She gasped, and her eyes went wide. “Colton Lane!”
Reaching for the nozzle, she grabbed it from his hands and turned it on him, spraying his bare chest and jeans, backing him up as she walked down the stairs.
“Mercy!” he half cried, half laughed, holding his hands up as she sprayed him clean.
She dropped the hose, and he opened his eyes. Her white T-shirt was glued to her breasts, and her nipples stood erect under her thin bra. His breath hitched. His cock swelled.
They lunged for each other at the same time, her fingers unbuttoning his jeans as he pushed her damp white shorts and panties to her knees. She hooked her fingers in his underwear and yanked downward. His lips fumbled for hers, kissing her face like crazy as he lifted her to the picnic table. He stood between her legs, and she reached for his fully erect cock, scooting to the edge of the table and lining it up with the entrance of her sex. Grabbing his head, she kissed him as he thrust forward, into her body, gasping at the sensation of burying himself inside her and belatedly realizing that part of the reason it felt so f*cking unbelievable was because there was nothing between his cock and her *. Nothing at all.
“Baby,” he gasped. “Condom.”
“No, no, no,” she sighed, kissing along his jaw as she rotated her hips in ways that should kill him dead where he stood. “Don’t stop. Please, Colton, don’t stop.”
He grabbed her ass and thrust into her again, building a rhythm, moving faster and faster, his cock gliding into her sex like it had found its home. He panted, groaning. The walls of her * tightened around him, clenching so hard, he could feel every ridge of skin and muscle as he pumped into her, again and again, her cries joining the sounds of morning birds and faraway traffic and a sprinkler a few yards over.
“Verity,” he panted, “I’m going to come, baby. I can’t . . .”
Her eyes were closed, and her forehead rested on his shoulder as she rode out her own orgasm, limp in his arms.
“I love you,” she murmured near his ear. “It’s okay.”
With her permission, he threw back his head, drew all the way back, then pushed into her again, coming in strong, hot spurts of cum that matched the pulsing throbbing of his heart. When he was spent, he leaned forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder and knowing that if they’d somehow made a baby today, it wasn’t an “accident,” as she claimed she’d been. It would be a matter of his daydreams from earlier miraculously coming true. And part of him fervently hoped that’s what would happen.
Still intimately connected, he clutched her tightly, holding her close, and whispered that he loved her, loved her, loved her . . . forever.
***
Verity still couldn’t believe that she and Colton had lost control so completely yesterday morning, making love in broad daylight, without protection. But later, in the quiet of her room, she’d looked at the calendar and decided that there was next to no chance she’d get pregnant, and she felt a sharp twinge of regret at this realization, which just about knocked her on her ass.
Living with Colton? Check. Loving Colton? Check, again. But forever with Colton? A forever that included a home and his children? Sure, she might have had some nebulous thoughts about it, but now the strength of her longing broadsided her. Yes, she wanted forever. Yes, she wanted it with him. She’d sat there on her bed as the calendar slipped from her fingers, trying to get her head around the enormity of this revelation. They’d been together for only a little over a month, but she knew. In the profoundest depths of her heart, she knew he was the one. The only one for her.
Back at work on Monday afternoon, it was hard to concentrate. All she wanted was a glimpse of Colton, and, checking the clock, she realized she’d earned one.
Glancing at Beverly, who’d been keeping an eagle eye on her since last Wednesday, she said, “I think I’ll take my break now, if that’s okay?”