“Watch me, Evie. I don’t give a flying fuck where we are or whether God, Jesus or the whole fuckin’ congregation is in attendance. If I wanna fuck my woman, no one’s stopping me.” With that, he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh and slid a finger into my panties.
Three days without Kick was like three days without air. In the busyness of life, I often forgot that. I was so consumed with all things Elizabeth, housework, cooking, laundry and everything else that passed by in a blur, that I forgot I needed Kick to survive. His touch always centred me and brought me back to what was important.
Arching my neck back, I closed my eyes, gripped his biceps and succumbed to the pleasure he gave me. When his thumb circled my clit, I murmured, “I’m going to hell for this.”
He kissed my neck while fucking me with his fingers. “You want me to fuck you on the pew or up there on the altar?” His voice dropped to a low sexy gravel. “Forget that question. I’ve already decided.”
I opened my eyes, taking in the stained-glass windows surrounding us, and the rich, dark wood ceiling that brought back memories of Sunday school and the bible I used to love reading as a child.
My senses were overwhelmed not only by the thought of having sex in a church, but also by Kick’s scent and touch. With every stroke of his finger and every kiss of his lips, I fell completely under his spell. For all I cared, he could rip the cross off the wall and fuck me on that.
I really was going to hell.
Moving my hands from his biceps up over his shoulders to his neck, I took hold of his face to bring his mouth down to mine. We lost ourselves in a kiss that made my knees weak. I clung to Kick, hooking one leg around him while he brought me to orgasm.
It shattered through me, and as I cried out his name, he dragged his lips from mine to rasp, “Definitely to hell, baby.”
With that, he scooped me up into his arms and walked me to the alter railing. Putting me down, he ordered, “Grip that railing and bend over for me. And let’s see if God can’t help me get you pregnant again.”
My senses came back to me as he said that. “Shit, Kick, Avelyn could come back any minute.” I couldn’t deny it though, the fact we could get caught made this hot.
Determination flared on his face and in his eyes. “Evie,” he said, his voice low, “turn around. I’m not going another fuckin’ minute without that sweet cunt of yours.”
If there was one thing Kick was good at, it was getting what he wanted, especially when it came to sex. He had this way oftaking what he wanted without actually forcing me to give it to him. His bossiness turned me on more than I wanted it to, and today was no different.
I did as he said, my whole body alive with need. I could hardly think straight thanks to what he was demanding.
God, I wanted this as much as he did.
The sound of his zipper sliding down filled my ears. Then, he lifted my skirt up over my ass and pulled my underwear down.
I gripped the railing hard right before he thrust inside of me.
“Fuck,” he ground out, his hands coming to my hips. “Three days is too long to go without this.”
I had to agree.
With my eyes firmly on the large cross hanging on the wall in front of us, I took every thrust, thankful that my husband was skilled at lasting the distance. Kick hardly ever came fast, and right now, as he fucked me in this church, delivering pleasure like only he could, I stared up at that cross and thanked God for giving him to me.
Kick groaned as he orgasmed, long after I came. I was barely still standing by then. He’d fucked me so damn hard I struggled to remember my own name, let alone how to use my legs to hold myself up.
His strong arms circled me, and he pulled me into his embrace, my back to his chest. Dropping a kiss to my shoulder, he said, “Don’t change our plans for your mum to have Elizabeth tonight. I’ll be as fast as I can with work, and when I get home, I want you naked and in the bath. We’re starting a new Valentine’s tradition. No roses, no dinners out, no movies, none of that shit. Valentine’s is reserved for the longest fuckin’ sex marathon of the year, starting in the bath because that’s your favourite place in the house. You get to pick how you want it. My only request is the cuffs come out.” He paused and spun me around to face himbefore adding, “And so you’re aware, we’ll still be honouring this tradition in our seventies. We clear?”
I grinned up at him, loving everything about this idea. “We’re clear, Mr. Hanson. And just soyou’reaware, you better bring your stamina with you. I intend to work you hard tonight.”
“I fuckin’ hope so, baby.”
16
HYDE & MONROE
HYDE
My gaze landed on Monroe’s ass the minute I stepped through the front door of her tattoo parlour.
Fuck.
Not a productive way to start the afternoon. Not when I had shit to get back to for King after I fixed her plumbing problem.
