Page 51 of Nixon’s Promise

Thankfully, the Altima was gone and Old Blue was parked by the barn. They had a few hours before school let out for the day, and Nix planned on using his time wisely.

The moment Nixon’s truck door slammed, Duke started barking. Nixon was thankful. The dog was overly friendly and he’d worried he wouldn’t be much of a guard dog, but his loud angry bark would make an intruder think twice. Not to mention, alert McKenna if someone was about to breach a door or window.

“Hey,” McKenna greeted from her porch. “What brings you over?”

“You.”

“Me?” She sounded surprised. Though she shouldn’t have been. He’d warned her last night when she’d gone home, he was going to come calling.

McKenna had on another pair of loose-fitting drawstring pants and tight tank top. Her thick hair was piled on top of her head, and on anyone else it would look messy, but all Nix could think about was the easy access it would provide.

He was transfixed on the sexy slope of her neck. The soft flesh there called to him. He knew how sweet she tasted and couldn’t wait to savor her again.

He climbed the stairs and she moved to the side, allowing him to step through the screen door. He’d barely cleared the threshold before he tagged her around her waist and pulled her close.

Ignoring the look of shock, he slammed his mouth onto hers and was thrilled when she opened immediately. McKenna moaned and he deepened the kiss. The silk of her tongue brushed against his, and Nixon lost himself in the feel of her. He took and took until he finally had to break the kiss when the need to throw her onto the concrete of her patio was overwhelming.

“Wow,” she whispered.

His dick throbbed behind the zipper of his jeans, the hazy look on her pretty face hit him square in the chest. It might’ve made him an asshole but he loved that he could turn her eyes lazy and drug her with a single kiss.

“How’s your day been?” he asked.

“Good. Yours?”

“Better now.”

His response earned him a breathtaking smile. He vaguely wondered how it was possible she was still single, then decided he didn’t care, he was just thankful she was.

“Want me to make us some lunch?”

“Nope.”

Nixon’s hand went to her ass, and he lifted her. McKenna let out a gasp and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He walked them into the kitchen, called for Duke to follow them in, and shut and locked the door behind them.

He moved them through the hall to the stairs, and before his booted foot landed on the first tread, McKenna’s mouth latched onto his neck. He momentarily froze, enjoying the sensations she was creating. Her tongue slipped past her lips and traced a wet path across his throat, stopping near his ear.

“Hurry, Nixon.”

Her plea propelled him into action. They got to the top of the stairs and Nixon glanced around. Four closed doors but the fifth was open and he could see a bed covered in a cream blanket with tiny yellow flowers. Not something a teenage girl would use as décor and certainly not Zack’s room. He headed in the direction of the bed, not stopping until his thighs hit the mattress.

When she didn’t protest, he dropped her down and she scrambled back, ripping her tank top over her head and tossing it to the side. Her hands went to her pants and wiggled them over her hips, taking her panties with them.

Nix was enthralled, he couldn’t take his eyes off the sexy woman before him. Her strong thighs, the flare of her hips, all the way up to the swell of her breasts. Absolute perfection.

This was not the unhurried seduction Nixon had planned. But now that the course had been set, he didn’t have it in him to slow it down. He quickly divested himself of his boots, socks, jeans, and shirt.

McKenna came up on her elbows, with feet flat on the bed and her knees bent. Her wild eyes and hungry perusal heated his skin. Nixon was ridiculously pleased she was openly staring, not hiding a single reaction from him. And when her legs fell open, exposing her pussy, he had to fight to keep himself from coming.

Goddamn!

Unable to resist her invitation, Nixon leaned forward, kissing the inside of one thigh before moving to the other.

“Nixon,” she whined.

He licked and nibbled his way up her trembling leg, teasing her, drawing out her anticipation. McKenna wiggled in impatience and he smiled against her skin.

“You smell so fucking good.”