“I love it.” Her eyes fill up with emotion, and I’m glad Boner is busy with her tattoo so he can’t see the way we are staring at each other. There’s no disguising our feelings when we can’t tear our eyes away from one another like this. “It’s perfect.” She brushes her hand against my fingers, and I feel her touch all the way through to my toes. “The path to your future is buried deep in your past.” She reads the quotation I’m getting inked under the snake, and it’s closely aligned to the one currently being etched onto her skin. I like the idea of us having different tattoos that mean the same thing and a permanent reminder of the bond we share.
No one else will understand the intimacy or the significance, which is perfect.
This is something we are doing for us.
“Aurelius?” she mouths, and I nod. Her eyes glisten with happy tears, and I wish I could kiss her. I probably could, and Boner wouldn’t say anything, but I made a promise to Kendall, and I intend to stick to it.
“I love you,” I mouth at the same time Boner speaks.
“Are you two fixated on reincarnation or something?” He chuckles.
“Or something,” I mumble.
“I find it fascinating,” he says, and we get into a deep conversation about life and death, Kendall’s philosophy class, and MGK and Megan Fox.
“Are you happy you got it done?” I ask her ninety minutes later when we leave Boner’s ink shop with new tattoos.
“It hurt more than I thought, but I don’t regret it.” She walks close beside me as we head to my truck. “Not at all.” She beams up at me. “I love it. Thank you.”
“I like that this is our secret even if it’s out in the open.”
She nods, as I open the door and help her up into my truck. I race around the hood and climb inside, stretching across the console the second my door is shut. My lips meld against hers, and I grab her face as I kiss the shit out of her. Thank fuck for tinted windows, because I seriously would have gone insane if I didn’t get to do this now. “I’ve been dying to do that,” I admit, feathering kisses all over her gorgeous face.
She laces her hands behind my neck. “I wanted to kiss you so badly in there. When you were explaining about your tattoo.” She scrapes her nails along my scalp, knowing what it does to me.
“Keep that up, and you’re getting fucked,” I warn, nipping at her lower lip as I grab her boobs through her dress.
“I wish we had time.”
A devilish glint appears in my eyes as I lift her over the console and dump her in my lap. “Who says we don’t?” I push my seat back and recline it as I grab the hem of her dress and gather it up. “Unzip me, babe, and impale yourself on my dick. Right fucking now.”
A pretty flush climbs up her chest and onto her neck. “What are you doing to me, Vander?” She bites down on her lip in a way that is incredibly sexy before making quick work of my jeans and freeing my erect cock. “Are you constantly hard?”
I love the way she’s staring at my dick like she wants to devour it. My cock pulses, leaking precum, because I cannot get enough of her. I have sex with Kendall on the brain twenty-four-seven. “When I’m with you or thinking about you? Abso-fucking-lutely yes.” I lift my hips so she can tug my jeans down a bit more, and then I lift her by the waist, positioning her over me as I hold her dress up. “Slide your panties to the side and climb on, baby.”
She giggles, leaning down to kiss me as she maneuvers into position. “You’re popping my car-sex cherry,” she purrs against my mouth as she lowers her pussy over my erection.
I hiss, through gritted teeth, at the feel of her warm flesh coating mine. Sex really doesn’t get any better than this. “I’m glad your ex was such a lazy, unimaginative, unadventurous fucker,” I say, thrusting up into her as she starts rocking on top of me. “It won’t take long to erase all memory of him from your mind.”
“You’re already doing a stellar job, Vander,” she moans, grinding on top of my dick. “And I never want to stop doing this with you.”
36
KENDALL
“I’ve been doing some research,” I say, as I stir the homemade pepper sauce in the pan, the following night in Vander’s apartment.
“What kind of research?” he asks, sliding his hands around my waist from behind. Sweeping my hair away from my neck, he presses his lips to my skin and plants a slew of open-mouthed kisses along my hot flesh. I close my eyes and shiver as my pussy aches for his cock.
I’m still mesmerized at how insatiable I’ve become, as it’s completely new. Even when I first started having sex, I never remember being this desperate for Curtis or feeling like I would die if I couldn’t have his hands on me. Vander already fucked me over the couch when I arrived an hour ago, but I want him again. My carnal need for him is at an all-time high, and I’m like a horny teenage boy with sex constantly on my mind. “Research of the kinky kind?” he adds when I don’t reply. Lowering his hand, he cups my pussy through my dress.
“You know I’m happy to leave that up to you.” I trust Vander with my body one hundred percent, and he always makes me feel so damn good. I love leaving my pleasure in his magical hands, and he never disappoints me. He’s got mad skills, and I can’t get enough. I’m a born-again slut and I freaking love it.
“I love that you’re up to try anything,” he murmurs, rubbing me through my dress.
Reluctantly, I remove his hands from my body because I didn’t plan this belated celebratory dinner only to burn it. Reducing the heat on the stove, I turn around and circle my arms around his neck. “I love that you’re bringing out a side of me I haven’t explored.” I bite down on my lip as I contemplate how to make my next request. “You know how you said previously you wanted me to pose for you?” He nods, and his eyes instantly spark to life. “I thought we could do that after dinner.”
“Hell yeah.” He grabs my hips and yanks me into his hard body, kissing me passionately.
We break apart, smiling as we continue to cling to one another. “Good.” My smile brightens as I think about his face when I tell him my idea. I think he’ll love it. But first things first. “Dinner is ready. Go pour the champagne, and sit down.”
“This looks delicious,” he says, salivating over the chargrilled steak, dauphinoise potatoes, green beans, and pepper sauce.
“I’m sorry we didn’t get to do this last weekend.” Fucking Curtis screwed my plans up at the last minute. He is stalling on the divorce and backtracking on things he promised me, and I’m running out of patience. I can’t wait to be officially and legally free of him. I’m not impressed with his lack of commitment to our temporary agreement or how he now appears to be contesting everything. It’s almost like he resents me for not being miserable now we’re apart. Like a punishment for daring to be happier without him, so he’s determined to mess with me and ruin my good mood.
“Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault that asshole fucked with our plans.” He cuts a piece of steak and pops it in his mouth, instantly groaning. “This is so damn good.” Leaning across the table, he plants his mouth on mine. “Thanks, sweetheart. You’re spoiling me.”