Not About Love (This Love Book 2) (10 page)

Normally I would have been able to turn down this kind of proposition, especially if it was in a bar, I was alone, and I didn’t know the guy very well. But, biblically speaking, I knew this guy very well, and I knew I’d have to be a fool to say no. It would be the equivalent of saying no to pizza. Who says no to pizza? No one, that’s who. Pizza is almost impossible to turn down.

Shit.
I had just compared Boyd Rivers to one of my favorite foods. That’s how screwed up I was.

“What do you have in mind?” I breathed out, looking around, making sure no one was paying attention to us.

“First, we’ll go to the kitchen to hang out there for a few minutes with the excuse of looking for something to eat or drink, and then we’ll sneak out.” His warm breath caressed my neck.

“Okay,” I agreed. What was I going to say? No? I had been yearning for him all damn day. The pull I felt for him was stronger than anything else, stronger than my brain, constantly suggesting I should stay away from him.

I didn’t. I followed him to the kitchen where we casually picked at food that had been left on some trays. A few other people were in the kitchen, but they were paying no attention to us. There were a couple ladies immersed in a whispered conversation about which of their friends had recently gotten Botox, and an older gentleman talked quietly on the phone. By the sound of it, he was an ob-gyn who had just gotten a call from a patient. Boyd kept asking me questions about what I had been up to and I answered coyly while sampling a few pieces of cheese. I grabbed a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass, then took a drink, and found him staring at me. He glanced at the guests in the kitchen, and when he was sure they weren’t looking at us, he grabbed my chin and tipped it up. His thumb caressed my bottom lip, and I let out a shaky breath.

His eyes were hooded and full of bad intentions.

He took my hand and led me outside to the backyard. He opened the door on the side of the double garage and let me in. It was dark, but I could see a little since the backyard lights were shining into the garage through the small basement-style windows on the side of the building.

His arms circled my waist, and he pressed himself against my back. I arched myself against him, feeling him hard under his clothes. He started nuzzling my neck, and his hands roamed my body in a frenzy, settling on my breasts. He gave them a squeeze and pressed harder against me. I moaned, as impatient as he was to get things started. I had been craving him for too long.

I turned around and searched for his mouth. I pressed my lips against his and he opened, eager, possessing my tongue and my whole being with each stroke of his. I knew all too well how powerful his kisses were. They made me breathless and lightheaded.

“Boyd,” I mumbled when he broke the kiss, already incoherent. It had been way too long since I had been fucked properly. I missed him. I missed the way he made me feel. I licked my lips, thinking about what was to come. He pushed into me, making me walk backward until we reached a work bench.

He lifted the hem of my dress and growled when his fingers skimmed the skin of my thighs and discovered my stockings.

“Oh, you…” were all the words that left his mouth before his lips crashed into mine again. He yanked my underwear down and made me step out of them. When my eyes met his, I noticed that same hunger I had for him.

I wanted him more than I could explain, and I couldn’t get enough. Was it because we only saw each other every few months or so? I couldn’t tell. When I was with him, it felt as if my thirst for him would never go away. His hands on my ass got me out of my own head, and I decided to focus my attention on his mouth. His fingers started teasing my wet center and I got handsy, unbuttoning his jeans and grabbing his hard length. He moaned in my mouth and started teasing my clit more and more. I was defenseless against his touch. I was so turned on by him, his scent, his touch, he didn’t have to work that hard at all to get me close to climax. My knees buckled, and I broke the kiss to moan against his ear, stroking him faster.

In a swift move, he lifted me up on the bench and took a condom out of his pocket. He pushed his pants and underwear down around his ankles and rolled the condom on his beautiful, smooth cock.

“See something you like?” His voice was a low rumble, but the tone was playful. When I looked up at his face, he was wearing his signature cocky smile, and I responded with one to match his.

“As a matter of fact, I do…and you know what I was thinking?” He shook his head no. “I was thinking it’s been a long time since I have kissed your cock. I need to make it happen soon.” From the corner of my eye, I saw it twitch and I bit my lip, satisfied that my teasing had the desired effect.

“Fuck, Ally…I swear you say the best things. I’d love for you to kiss my cock soon, but right now I’m going to take care of that sweet, swollen pussy of yours, agreed?” His southern accent sounded heavier on the word sweet, and it drove me crazy.

He
drove me crazy.
He
said the best fucking things. His face and his mouth got me all worked up, but his body—it was so damn beautiful. I was in love with it. I was in love with how every part of him worked, of how he worked
me
. He placed himself between my legs and grabbed my ass to scoot me forward to meet him. He thrust into me, and I wrapped my legs around him, needing him closer.

Ahhhhhh. Fucking bliss.

“Goddamn, sweetheart…you feel so fucking good.” He held my legs as he filled all of me, making me moan. He started thrusting deeper, and I had to hold on to his broad shoulders for dear life, my head rocking back, my mouth singing his praises. Everything about it was divine. I could tell it wasn’t going to take us long to come, but just as Boyd increased the tempo and I fought to keep the level of my moans to a minimum, we heard the garage door open and the light come on.

Fuck.

We were going to get caught red-handed. So much for our vow of secrecy.

I thought Boyd might try to pull his pants up and make himself presentable, but instead he just made sure I was properly hidden behind him.

“Boyd…is that you? Is there a cat in here?” Mr. Rivers asked from the entrance of the garage.

“Um, yeah, a cat in heat,” Boyd joked, pointing his chin at me. I scowled and slapped him on his arm.

“Boyd?” his dad asked.

“Yeah, Dad. It’s me. I’m a little occupied at the moment,” he said, barely turning his head toward his father.

“Sorry, son…I just…I need to grab a bottle of whiskey. I came out here to get a bottle of my special reserve.” I peeked over Boyd’s shoulder and laughed when I saw the man cover his eyes with his hand to avoid viewing the scene in front of him. “I’ll be out of here in a second.”

“Okay, Dad.”

The situation was so ridiculous that I started laughing against Boyd’s chest.

“Shhhhh, be quiet, sweetheart,” he said. His eyebrows were pulled together as if he was concentrating so he wouldn’t lose his boner, but I could see a hint of a smile when I looked up at him.

“Got it,” his father said. “Okay, I’m leaving.”

“Good,” Boyd replied in a grave tone.

“Carry on, I guess, and…um…enjoy yourselves,” his dad said.

“Dad!” Boyd yelled, and I started laughing louder, my face pressed into him.

“Yeah, um, sorry, son. I don’t know what the etiquette is here.”

“Just leave, Dad!” Boyd scolded him. I just looked down and pursed my lips, trying not to laugh even more. As embarrassing as it was, it was fucking funny, but then again, the man wasn’t my father and I wasn’t the one with my butt exposed.

Mr. Rivers left without another word. I was pretty sure the sight of his son in the act had scarred him for life. He turned the light off, and the garage door closed.

I started laughing uncontrollably.

“Stop that. I really don’t want to lose my boner here. I held on to it through that whole ordeal.”

I winced at the prospect of not getting any more of him and lifted my hips slightly to meet him. I reached for his lips and gave him a hungry kiss. My tongue danced around his and when I broke the kiss, he tipped his head back and let out a low growl.

“Don’t you dare lose your boner. You were getting me off so well before we got interrupted. I need more of your marvelous cock.” He let out a sigh and lowered his head to mine, covering my neck with hungry kisses. He grabbed my legs again as he thrust into me. My moans became high-pitched and frantic, resembling a cat’s meows even more.

“Are you actually meowing for me?” he asked, lips curled into a smile

“No…yes. Fuck. Keep going. It feels good,” I replied feebly, already incoherent as he kept pushing deeper.

“Just good, pussycat?” he joked.

“Pretty fucking good,” I breathed out. “So fucking good that I’ll growl and scratch like a tiger, if that’s what you want.” I ran my nails down the skin of his neck and he growled under my touch, the sweet pressure of his cock paving the path to a type of pleasure I hadn’t experienced that intensely in so long.

“No need to turn into a tiger, pussycat, but I’d love to hear you meow some more.” He sounded like he was on a mission, and he was. His hungry mouth covered my mouth and neck, his thumb teased my clit, and he lifted my ass with one of his hands. He drove into me harder and harder, until I didn’t have one lick of control over my catlike moans. I incited him to go on, crying his name over and over until we both reached our release, spent and satisfied.

THE PARTY WAS STILL GOING
on when we got back inside. We tried to go separate ways, but my mother was trying to get all of us together for a group picture. A bunch of people were already grouped in front of the fireplace, and I tried to stand on the opposite side from Ally, but my mother objected.

“Boyd, go stand behind Ally on this side. You’ll have to get closer to her, we all have to squeeze in if we want to fit.”

Fine.

I got closer to Ally…a lot closer. I was practically grinding against her. I saw her laugh from the corner of my eye.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I murmured.

“Very much so. It seems like your mother is onto something,” she teased, stifling a laugh. I squeezed her ass, and she turned to give me a shocked look.

“What? She said we had to squeeze.”

“Squeeze in, not squeeze
me
,” she whispered, her cheeks still flushed from our session in the garage.

I thought about what Ally said. Was my mother plotting something? Had Dad tipped her off about what he’d seen outside? He wouldn’t betray me like that, would he?

We stood posing for pictures for several minutes until my mother was completely satisfied. People started to leave, and I was busy saying goodbye to relatives and friends of my parents.

“Ally, dear, let me say goodbye to the Sagers and then I’ll show you to your room. You must be tired. Thank you so much for helping out today,” my mother said, giving Ally’s hand a squeeze.

Your room? Well, fuck me.

“Oh, it was no trouble at all, Leanne. I had fun.”

Ally was about to walk off but I pulled her arm. She turned around and stared at me with a look of confusion.

“You’re staying here?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at her. Why hadn’t she said anything?

“Yes, I am. Is that okay with you?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Fuck yes!” I laughed. The expression on her face softened and she let out a laugh, tilting her head back. I fucking loved when she did that. She looked so damn sexy. Did she even know how sexy she was?

She had so much power over me—too much. I felt like a schoolboy when I was around her. It was not good. It was exactly why I chose to have boundaries with women, but for some reason, when it came to her, I couldn’t help myself.

“Don’t think you’re coming to my room tonight.” She gave me a serious look, and I replied with a playful scowl. “I’m serious, Boyd. This is your parents’ house, and I’m their guest. It’s inappropriate.”

“Inappropriate, you say? Well, we’ve already been plenty inappropriate tonight…must I remind you my dad already caught us fucking outside in the garage? My father just saw my ass, and you were meowing, Ally. Me coming to your room is nothing compared to that. It’s the opposite of inappropriate. It’s what I would call
discreet.
You could have told me you were staying here, then I could have waited a little bit longer and nailed you on the bed rather than on a work bench,” I said, lowering my mouth to her face. She cocked one eyebrow at me. She wasn’t buying it, but I knew her too well. She wanted to cave and be bad together.