And my want for her has only grown as the years passed.
Pursing her lips, she grazes the head of my cock, giving it a little kiss. I nearly come from the sensation alone.
“Ki—”
Words die in my throat when her tongue sweeps over the tip, lapping up the drop of precum.
Her big hazel eyes lock with mine as she stretches her mouth around me, giving me a soft suck.
I try to sit on my hands, because the urge to fist her hair is too strong, but then she relaxes her throat and takes me deeper.
And I’m a fucking goner.
Groaning, I buck my hips, shoving my dick down her throat. Not only does she welcome it without resistance, she alternates between hard and light sucks, driving me out of my goddamn mind.
I’m so lost in her, so fucking high off what she’s doing, I swear I hear her hum the first few bars of The Star-Spangled Banner.
She takes me so deep I hit the back of her throat and she gags.
“Yes,” I urge, wrapping her ponytail around my fist. “Fuck yes.”
A helpless sound leaves me when I look down. Her mouth is full of my cock, her eyes are glassy, and there’s drool running down her chin.
I don’t know how the hell she’s so fucking good at this, especially given it’s her first time, but I thank my lucky stars.
Her mouth is a warm, wet and sloppy taunt. Heaven meets hell.
Fucking perfection.
Shivering heat licks down my spine as the feeling of what she’s doing overtakes me.
Instinctively, I tense, bracing for the possible flashbacks from the worst day of my life to seep in and poison one of the best experiences I’ve ever had.
But Kit holds my gaze, silently willing me to keep our connection in this moment. To stay with her.
My abs clench and my balls draw tight. I give her the customary shoulder tap to let her know I’m close so she can move out of the way. Then it occurs to me that Kit doesn’t know about the shoulder tap.
“I’m gonna come.”
Instead of stopping, she sucks me harder, giving my balls a slight tug in the process. Jesus.
The groan that rumbles out of me is so loud I’m surprised the windows don’t rattle. “Fuck!”
I shoot down her throat so hard and fast some of the liquid leaves her mouth and dribbles down her gorgeous tits.
The sight combined with the gentle kiss she gives the head of my cock has me shuddering as I fall onto the bed.
“Fucking hell, angry girl.”
“Fucking hell good. Or fucking hell bad? I mean, I know you came, but is there anything I can improve on?”
She’s gotta be fucking with me right now.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I stare down at her. “Are you sure you’ve never sucked dick before? Because that was some supreme head.”
She grins. “Nope. Yours was my first.”
And last. Because the thought of Kit doing that to another guy is enough to send me into a blind rage.
Standing, she places her pillow back on the bed. “I wanted to make it good for you, so I had Juan and Breslin come over and teach me.” Laughing to herself, she places her bra back on. “And Landon.”
I have no idea how I’m supposed to feel about that. On one hand, the thought of them schooling my wife on how to give a blow job doesn’t sit right with me.
On the other? It was for my benefit.
Because Kit wanted to ensure she knew how to please me.
My stomach twists with something that feels a whole lot like guilt. I should be the happiest guy in the world right now, but—I don’t fucking deserve her—has become a constant loop in my head.
The feeling only amplifies when Kit climbs on top of me. “So, I’ve been thinking…”
I grip her hips as she straddles me. “About?”
“Us.” Her vulnerability is palpable. A real-life thing I can reach out and touch. “I know the year isn’t over yet, but no one’s ever made me as happy as you make me.”
Her words are a sucker punch to the gut. “Okay.”
She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…I want to be with you. After this thing with my Nanna ends.”
It feels like she’s carving my heart out with a dull knife.
Because if I can convince Becca to agree to give me Jameson at the end of all this, I’ll have no choice but to tell Kit the truth.
She swallows thickly. “I’m probably coming off super clingy and freaking you out.” She starts to move off me. “I’m sorry. I’ll give you some time—”
“I want your clingy.” I yank her back. “I want you.”
Her smile is so bright it rivals the sun. “You do?”
The thought of her thinking otherwise fucking kills me.
I brush my thumb over her cheekbone, memorizing every perfect feature on her perfect face. “Till death do us part.”
There are tears welling in her eyes now and I hear the hitch in her breath. “Till death do us part.”
Wanting to secure our fate, I play the only card I have. The only thing on earth that’s ever been strong enough to make me take a temporary hiatus from gambling.
“About the bet…”
Uneasiness spreads across her face and her body goes tense. “I know you want to win so you can collect your prize. Heck, I want it, too. But you’ve been doing so good, Preston. Please, just stick it out until the end.”
I fight the surge of dread clawing my insides. “I will, I promise. As long as you still promise to give me whatever I want at the end of it.”
I can survive without ever having sex with Kit. It would fucking suck and I’d want to ram my skull through a wall every goddamn day. I also have no doubt that my visceral need for her would bring me to my knees.
But I could survive it.
What I can’t survive…is her not forgiving me and losing her.
She places a hand over her heart. “I, Kit Jameson Bishop-Holden, solemnly swear to give my husband Preston whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t gamble for the next five months.”
And fourteen days.
However, there’s something else I’m more focused on. “You added Holden to your name.”
Her mouth lifts in a coy, incandescent smile. “Of course, I did, silly. You’re my husband.”
My chest tightens and a swell of warmth floods through it.
“Yes, I am.”
Leaning forward, she burrows against my chest.
I wrap my arms around her, holding on to her with everything I’ve got.
Because I’m afraid one day I’m going to lose it.
Chapter 35
Kit
“Come on, Lola.” I give his leash a little tug, but he spreads out all four of his limbs, going splat on the floor like a pancake. “Exercise is good for you.”
I was hoping to get him to go for a run with me, but it’s clear he isn’t having it.
Poor thing looks like he’s being dragged to the torture chamber.
“Fine, lazybones.” Sinking to my haunches, I unclip the leash from his harness. “You’re off the hook today, but tomorrow we jog.”
He licks my cheek. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”
Who am I kidding? I fall for Lola’s kisses just as much as I do my husband’s.