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.”
He swallowed stiffly and brought her hands up to his lips. “Soon, I will soon enough. ‘Cause God help me, I’m going to explode if I don’t.”
After he dropped her off at school, Kane headed for David Taylor’s office. He waited in the parking lot until he saw Taylor pull around back and then he walked inside. By the time he stood in front of the receptionist, he heard David talking to his secretary.
“Do me a favor and order two dozen long-stem yellow roses. Delivery is for Peyton Storm out at the Cartwell ranch. Leave the card blank.”
“Yes, sir.”
Roses. He planned on sending her roses, long-stem yellow ones, to their ranch. The man had nerve, and a lot of it.
“Can I help you? Sir, do you need some help?” The receptionist looked at Kane like she’d asked him once or twice before. He stared at her blankly.
“Yes, I’m here to see David Taylor.”
“Can I get your name?”
Kane stared back at the brunette. She was a pretty woman, petite, large breasts. Taylor had a man’s toy right in his front office. Why the hell did he have to fool around with Peyton?
Kane licked his upper lip. He could still taste her, smell her. Damn if she wasn’t right. She once told him she’d taste like candy and the woman tasted pure and sweet. Too bad for David Taylor because Kane didn’t share well, and he damn sure wouldn’t share his candy.
“That’s okay, I know he’s here,” Kane said as he placed his hand on the doorknob, turned it and went inside.
“Sir! Wait! You can’t go back there.”
David met him at the end of a narrow hallway with his hand out ready to shake it. “Well, I’ll be damned. Kane Cartwell? What brings you out this way?”
The secretary he undoubtedly asked for small favors shot him a knowing smile and then moved the hell out of the way.
Kane ignored his hand. “I need to talk to you.”
“I’m due in court in about fifteen minutes. Can it wait until this afternoon?”
“No, it can’t,” Kane said as he moved toward what he assumed was Taylor’s office.
“Ladies, hold my calls.” He followed Kane into the office and shut the door.
“Kane, why don’t you have a seat? Can I get you something to drink?”
Kane looked at the wet bar in the corner of the expansive law office. “Are you the reason Peyton is drinking now?”
“Peyton?”
“Yeah, you know the one. The girl you buy two dozen roses- long stem roses, and send them without a card-her. In fact, while I’m on the subject, those roses better not arrive today.”
“I can explain.”
“Bet so. Wanna do it with your wife around to hear it?”
“Kane.” The man looked worried. “I-”
“How about your kids? Want them to hear all about it? I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.” Yeah, he’d aim below the belt before he’d let this man anywhere near Peyton.