Peyton. Something so deep, it terrified him. He not only dodged bullets for her, he ran in front of them and barely missed life-threatening shots fired.
“She’s going to move on, now. You’ll see.”
“You still need to ground her ass,” Evan said as he ran his hand over the front of his pants. “Imagine her out there at the boathouse with the guy she met online. She met him online and took him to our boathouse. I’d like to swat her little tail again and again for the stunt. I can’t even think about what he did to her, his mouth doing things to her that I…”
“That you what?” Braden pointed out the window. “She’s over there by the fence, by the way.”
“Never mind,” Evan said.
“I’m not grounding her. I can’t take away her car. It’s the only thing she feels like truly belongs to her.”
Kane understood but he still thought she needed some discipline. The kind he wanted to give her wasn’t anything these two would agree to at all so why ask. “Ground her for tomorrow. I’ll take her to school. I have to go into town early anyway.”
“You’re going to see David Taylor,” Evan said.
“I thought about it.”
“Peyton had little to do going after him.” Braden shook his head. “Damn pretty wife he has too.”
“Is she fucking him?” Kane asked like he didn’t care one way or the other but he did. He wanted to snap the man’s neck for looking at her. When he thought about another man handling her with nothing but sexing her little body crazy on his mind, he wanted to kill. It wasn’t normal. It wasn’t rational but who cared? His thoughts in regards to Peyton were his to own.
“Don’t know. I imagine she is.” Braden said. “Seems everyone in town thinks so.”
“Then, I’m going to go pay him a visit and ask,” Kane said and before he walked out he added, “And if he is, somebody better call him and tell him to run like hell.”
Chapter 11
Kane pulled up to the traffic light and waited for the elementary school children to pass at the crosswalk. He glanced over at his passenger. She looked like an angel in her snug jeans and open blouse. And he felt like the devil for craving her, for wanting to strip off those brand name clothes and snack on her all morning long. One day soon, he might.
She took a deep breath, released it, and pretended he bored her. She then pulled out some perfume. It was some kind of expensive new body spray she wanted for her birthday and someone, Vicky maybe, gave it to her. The container resembled a Vicky kind-of-gift- girly and pink.
She hit the button, the window dropped as she leaned back in the truck, unzipped her jeans and wiggled them over her hips. Dramatically, she pressed down on the cap and the mist covered her in a place designed to rip through a man’s senses and grab him by the balls.
He looked down in time to see the dark purple panties folded over at the band. “What are you doing?” His dick stood ready now, no thanks to her. All he wanted to do was drive her to school, and she just had to yank down her pants. Damn it, if she wanted to keep him on a short leash, she restrained him with an unusual form of control.
Squirt. Squirt. “I like to smell fresh,” she said defiantly before she pulled her jeans back over her hips.
She might as well have left them down.
“Down there? When you’re headed to class?”
She winked. “You never know who might pay me a visit.”
“That’s it.” He slammed his hands against the steering wheel and passed right by the school headed for an empty warehouse two blocks away.
“Don’t act so pissy. You asked. Oh, and you missed the turn-off. It’s back there.” She slid the tiny bottle of spray back inside her purse and pulled down the visor. She gave her hair a few last minute touches.
“Go ahead. Fluff it up real nice, Peyton. By the time I finish with you, you’ll be lucky if you have one strand of hair left in your pretty little head.”
His truck peeled into the parking lot, and he cut too close to the building when he headed behind it burning rubber. Arousal shot straight through his cock. He fought for one last thread of self control, some way to get a handle on what he wanted, what he desperately needed.
The attempt failed.
He had to get it together but he realized it wasn’t going to happen until he wormed his way right inside her tight little snatch. Then he’d master something, maybe not control, but definitely her pretty unclaimed pussy.
“Kane! I’m going to be late for school. Damn it, I only sprayed a little perfume. It’s not a big deal.”
“Oh yes, it is. It’s a big fucking deal.” He slammed the truck in park, unhooked her seatbelt and his own all at the same time. He jerked her against his body. “You sprayed it in the wrong damn place.”
His lips crashed against hers before she fought against the kiss, the inevitable fire he planned to put out already raging inside of him and straight through her. This time, the rising flames of desire between them would not remain unattended.
She bunched his shirt in her hands and kissed him back with a woman’s kiss, the kind of kiss he’d remember. He growled as she brought him closer, forbidding him to break it as much as urging him to bring on more and he had plenty more. God, did he have it.
Her tiny teeth nibbled at his lower lip as she tried to take more control than he wanted her to gain. He gripped her hands then pushed her down flat against the leather seat and shoved her shirt high above her chest. Her tight nipples pressed against a lace bra, and he licked over the material, the lace area so thin he knew she’d feel his tongue tap against her ripe perky gems.
“Good God, woman, I’ve got to get inside of you.” His hand griped her waist as he kissed her chest and stomach. He had every intention of curbing his appetite, every ambition of doing it right then.
He unzipped her pants and felt her lips part for him. Her pussy wept with sudden need, a moist center so tight he wanted to taste her, needed to sink his tongue inside and gently swipe her nice and slow. His fingers plunged into her cunt while she cried into the worn bench seat.
“Why now! Oh God, why now?” She arched into his hand and covered her own mouth with the back of her hand.
“Because you’re mine.” And he wanted to taste her. Right there, he planned to know what she felt like grinding against his lips and after she came in his mouth, he might try to name the flavor of her sweet juices. He knew there’d be a name for her kind of honey.
Her back arched and his tongue dipped lower. “Sweet little Peyton.” He slowly licked and swiped at her folds, two fingers worked to stretch her and that’s when he saw the flash of headlights coming toward them from the other end.
‘Shit!” He jerked her pants up and pushed her away. He moved his hand over his hard dick again and again. “Damn it to hell, I could come just tasting you on my lips.”
The car slowly moved by them as Kane rolled down his window. The stench of marijuana lingered behind the car as it made its way across the back lot.
“Kids come here before school to park or smoke dope. You’re giving me quite the reputation.” She tried to make light of it as she straightened out her clothes and pulled down the visor again to check out her face and make-up. As she started to brush her hair again, she shot him a sideways glance and pure wicked smile.
“I still have every lock I had when we pulled in here. I guess you’re more concerned with short little curls than long strands of hair.”
“Damn it, Peyton.” He ran his hand over his dick and then grabbed her wrist forcing her to do it with him. All the little vixen did was smile. “This is out of hand.”
She gripped the denim clad shaft and roughly moved her palm over it. “Then let me do something about it, Kane.” She nipped at his ear, then his neck. Her tongue ran across his throat while his fingers massaged her scalp. “Please, Kane, I’m so wet right now, so wet and ready. Just take me to the boat. Take me out there and have your way with me.”
