Her belly was slightly indented where her tight pants met her skin, and I fingered the line as I waited for Destiny to speak.
Destiny, however, was busy staring at me like I’d grown a second head.
“You’d take this,” she hissed, holding her hand out to encompass Verity’s body. “Over this?”
She pointed at herself, and I let my eyes take Destiny in for the first time.
“Turns out I don’t like skin and bones anywhere near as much as I like a girl with a little meat on her, and the confidence to pull it off,” I told her. “Not to mention she’s got some padding for my thighs when I take her hard from…”
Verity’s hand came over my mouth, raising her shirt up slightly and allowing Destiny to see where I had my hand.
When she was confident I’d gotten the point, she let her hand drop, and I bent forward to drop a kiss on her hair.
“Turns out, you did us both a favor,” Verity finally said. “If you and Kenneth hadn’t cheated, we wouldn’t be together.” Verity crossed her hands, and I let the tips of my fingers dip into the seam of her pants, my fingers just brushing her pubic hair, causing her breath to hitch with what she said next. “Now, unless you have something pressing—like a matter of life or death—we have things to do.”
Destiny’s mouth thinned.
“Whatever.” She snatched the papers that I just realized were on the floor where likely she’d dropped them, and started stomping down the steps to a car.
“You know,” Verity murmured softly, “Kenneth bought that car for me as my wedding present.” She started to laugh, making the soft skin of her belly jump. “I wonder if she realizes that she’s driving in a car that I picked out.”
“She got married in your wedding dress,” I said as I backed up, reluctantly letting my hand fall from her belly. “Do you think she’d care if she was driving your car?”
Verity closed the door, and I watched as she took a deep breath before saying, “According to my grandmother, GG—who had no part in what happened with my wedding dress—she wasn’t very happy at all to know that it was mine at one point. She only wore it because Kenneth ‘supposedly’ picked it out.”
Her back had stiffened at the mention of her wedding dress, and I thought that our moment had fled, so I fought with myself to get my need under control.
“Where’s Eugene?” I asked roughly, pushing the heel of my hand down over my cock, which incidentally was tenting the front of my towel.
“He’s still on the phone,” she murmured, finally turning around and allowing her eyes to meet mine.
That’s when I saw the same need swirling in the depths as her eyes as I felt inside my own body.
The moment I knew she was in just as deep as me, I took a quick step forward, and pinned her to the wall with my body.
She gasped, opening her mouth to me, and I took full advantage, plunging my tongue inside and kissing the shit out of her.
She moaned, her hands curling around my shoulders, as her fingernails dug in deep.
Her leg hitched up, and I latched onto it with one palm, pushed up, and pulled out, before pressing my cock deeply into her.
Her breath hitched, her eyes closed, and I slowly started to circle my hips.
“I remember this,” she breathed. “I don’t remember much else we did…but this…this I could never forget.”
I growled and circled my arm around her lower back, and picked her up.
She rounded my hips with both of her legs, hooking her feet at my back, causing me to lose the towel in the process.
Completely forgetting about everything—my open bedroom window, my cousin somewhere in the house or outside my house, hell even the fact that I left the forge on in my workshop—all of those things didn’t matter as I brought myself down to the bed after kicking the door shut, and insinuating my hips in between Verity’s thighs.
Her mouth was sweet and hot on mine as we both started to yank off her clothes.
She took her shirt off, while I took off her ridiculously too tight pants.
Her panties, which I vaguely noticed were black, were the last to go as I dropped back down onto her, my cock automatically seeking the part of her labia that would allow me to sink into her.
She moaned the moment my cock touched her overheated skin.
Goddamn, but she felt like an inferno as I slowly started to ground down into her.
“I’m on birth control this time,” she breathed, causing my eyes to move up from where we were touching down below to her face.
“I’m clean,” I murmured. “Had myself checked after Vegas.”
Her face flushed a pretty shade of red, and she bit her lip before saying, “Me, too.”
I growled and pulled back, dropping down until I could pull her pretty dusky pink nipple into my mouth.
My hand, even as large as it was, couldn’t curve around her breast completely. All I was able to do was cup it, offering it to my mouth, and groaning as she started to lift her hips with each lick and suck on my part.
“God,” she breathed, her hands going up to latch onto the headboard.
I’d bought a new bed after the Destiny/Kenneth fiasco.
After realizing that not even my bike was sacred to them, I had to get everything replaced that I thought might have seen some horizontal time on their part.
And having Verity in my bed, the first one to break it in, meant something to me.
Three months, ninety-two days to be exact, had gone by, and not one of those nights did I not palm my cock in this new bed of mine and think about her.
Reality was much better.
Especially with the way her pussy seemed to lunge for my fingers the moment I had them poised at her entrance.
“Please,” she mewled.
I smiled happily against her nipple, then switched to the other side, giving it the same treatment that the other one had received.
She growled in frustration, her hand going to her own pussy, as she thrust her fingers inside of her right past my own.
I grinned, pinching her nipple between two teeth, before pulling back slightly to look into her eyes.
Her breath caught, and she stared at me as I pushed my finger inside, alongside hers.
“You feel good,” I told her, taking a lash at her hardened nipple with the tip of my tongue.
Her eyes closed, and her neck arched, as I dropped down even lower, taking my first ever sober look at what was mine.
She moved her hand away, and was rewarded as I pulled her clit straight into my mouth and sucked.
One finger turned to two, and suddenly I was wearing her thighs as earmuffs.
Her thighs were strong, but I didn’t seem to notice as I tried not to dry hump the bed with my need to take her already.
My fingers thrust and my tongue flicked.
When her pussy tightened, I knew she was about to go.
And that’s when I pulled completely away, causing her to scream in frustration.
“Truth!” she cried out angrily.
“Call me by my name, baby,” I settled between her thighs, guiding my cock to her entrance.