Johnny Loves Krissy (11 page)

Johnny stopped singing in the middle of the chorus. The crowd laughed, assuming he'd lost his place on the large television displaying the lyrics. She smiled while slowly pulling her finger from her mouth.

Johnny handed the microphone to Casey. She couldn't hear what he said but watched his lips move. Turning, she headed toward the exit.

“I need some fresh air,” she said to the bouncer. He stamped her hand for reentry.

Krissy felt Johnny like prey feels a hunter. Her heart beat in her chest, echoing into her ears. Her blood flowed hot, fired by the thought of Johnny and his incredible touch against her skin. She craved his mouth. Her nipples strained against the lace of her bra. Hadn't she wanted him, expected him, to find a way to get his hands on her? She'd dressed to play. Her loose and flowing skirt hadn't hampered his wandering hands. Nipple points puckered beneath her thin shirt. The bra clasped in the front, and the thong panties covering her pussy were so small, they slid against her folds, wet and sticky with her cream.

“Krissy.”

She turned at the sound of his voice behind her. Her heart rate took another jolt. He took purposeful strides toward her, eating up the pavement to reach her.

The summer wind at her back blew her hair into her face. Tunneling her fingers into her bangs, she held them away from her face. Lust sparkled in his eyes. There was also a seriousness in his expression she didn't recognize. Maybe she'd pushed too far with her little act of seduction.

She started to explain when finally he stood before her. He didn't give her a chance. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair, yanked her head back, and smothered her words with his mouth. She moaned and leaned into him. The hard length of his cock dug into her tummy.

“Let's get out of here,” he said, nipping his way to her ear.

She angled her head, giving him her neck. “We can't leave.”

“Then why the tease? I'm hard as hell.” To prove it, he bent his knees and ground his erection against her heated pussy.

She reached into his pants and pulled his cock upright. “I'm sorry. I'm horny.” She licked his full, lower lip and meshed her mouth against his. The sealing of their mouths, the taste of his tongue, all contributed to her reckless thinking. She pressed her body against his, flattening her breasts against his chest. “Johnny, I need you, now. Need your cock inside me.”

“Let's get out of here.” He took her hand and headed for the truck.

“No, we can't leave.”

“What? Krissy, you're killing me. We aren't going to climb into the cab of my truck to fuck. The parking lot is too busy. I don't want my ass on display.”

“Come on.” She laughed and led him around the corner of the building. The parking lot lights didn't reach the secluded corner. Freeway traffic off in the distance and muted music from inside the club cocooned them in a pocket of daring intimacy.

She leaned against the building. Shoulder- high shrubs on either side of their position hid their bodies, but not their heads. “Do you want to fuck me?” She pulled him close.

“Yes,” he glanced around. “But not here.”

“It'll be fun.” With a gentle bite, she nipped at his lip. “Come on, Johnny. Tell me how much you love my pussy.” She kissed his lips, maintaining eye contact then parted his mouth and lashed her tongue along his. “I didn't want to, but I love your cock.” She rubbed her hand over the fly of his jeans, detailing the rigid length. “Don't sing anymore unless you want to turn me on.”

He looked in both directions, and then sliced his thigh between hers, applying pressure to her cunt with his leg. “Someone might see.”

“I don't care.” His breath, warm on her face, increased the heat pooling in her core. She plucked her own nipples, tugging on the distended tips then pinching hard. Out of her mind with desire, she wanted his hands on her breasts and his cock thrusting into her.

He paused. “So you're saying if I want to fuck you,” he lifted her skirt, “then I need to fuck you now.” He pushed her soaked thong string to the side. “Outside, up against a brick wall?” He slammed two fingers into her body.

“Yes!” She spread her legs. “Fingers aren't enough. I need more.” She was desperate. “Fuck me, Johnny.” Her body bucked against his hand. “I need your cock, need to come.” She writhed, bucking into his hand. “Please. I'm almost there.” She grabbed his wrist as Johnny plunged three fingers in and out of her passage. “Enough,” she said with a laugh and pushed his hand away. “Fuck me.”

“Damn it, Krissy.” Johnny glanced right then left. “Someone is going to see.” He looked over his shoulder to the parking lot and then toward the freeway. “Your timing sort of sucks.”

“My timing isn't the only thing.” She dropped to her knees. “Watch Johnny, I'm going to be your fluff girl.” His zipper rasped as it lowered.

“Fuck, Kris. I'm so hard I'm ready to blow.”

She winked. “Me, too.”

Johnny groaned.

“I want this.” She opened his fly. His cock sprang free, weighing heavy in her hand and thickening with his need for her. She banded her fingers around the base. Her fingertips stroked the turgid length as she fucked him with a tight fist. Johnny groaned low in his throat. Krissy opened her mouth over the glistening head.

“Mmm.” She curled her tongue around the shaft, then over and around the velvety tip, at the same time sliding her hand along the shaft with gentle then firm pressure. “Like a hot popsicle.” She tasted from base to tip, flicking her tongue, licking his essence from the slit. Then she took him deep. His cock slid partially down her throat. She slathered his cock with wet kisses, pressing her tongue along the pulsing vein running the underside.

Johnny moaned aloud with erotic pleasure. His hands tunneled into her hair, holding her in place. Her lips slid over the heated skin as she pulled back. She stroked his shaft with tortuous pressure. The muskiness of his arousal floated across her tongue. She gripped his thighs as he orally fucked her, pumping his hips, driving his cock in and out of her mouth. His balls bounced. When they tightened into his body, she pulled away. Glancing up, their stares connected.

He growled, pulling her up to stand. “As much as I love to see you on your knees, I want to slide my cock into your pussy until you scream my name.”

“Then do it.”

Pressing her back against the wall, with her skirt bunched around her waist, he clasped her thigh and lifted her leg. “God, you're wet.” Holding her panties out of the way, his cock nudged her drenched opening and in one long slow thrust, he stretched her tight channel.

“It's not supposed to feel this good with you.”

“Yes, it is.” He thrust once, twice, and her body careened over the edge into oblivion. It didn't matter that at any moment someone could come around the corner and hear her cries of release. She clung to his shoulders, taking the impact of his frantic thrusts.

“Faster.” Wetness trickled down her inner thigh.

“Do you want me to pull out?” He smiled through his labored breathing. “Decide quickly, I'm going to come.”

“Don't you dare!” She licked his chin. “I mean don't pull out. You better come before someone discovers us.”

Johnny closed his eyes, continuing to pound into her, cramming her full of his cock. His fingers dug into her flesh, and his lips stretched over his teeth. He groaned and erupted. Every muscle tensed under her roving hands. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held tightly until the storm receded. His head rested in the crook of her shoulder. He released her leg, allowing her to stand on her own.

“Are you okay?” he asked. She kissed his jaw when he righted her skirt, tugging it back into place.

“I'm fantastic. But I need to go to the restroom before we rejoin the group.” She wiggled, trying to get her panties back into place.

“I've always known you were crazy. I can't believe I just took you against the side of a building, and the whole thing lasted less than three minutes.”

“I like that you're efficient.” She took his hand. “We won't stay long. I want to continue this at home.”

“I like the way you think.”

She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes.

“You're asking for a spanking.”

“You just gave me what I asked for.” She kissed him. “And it was incredible. But if you want to spank me anyway, I'll bend over for you when we get home.”

Chapter Seven

The Royal Feast

Days like today made Krissy want to quit her job. Remodels always had more complications than new construction. She had to deal with a homeowner who was cooking meals in a microwave in their living room. She'd spent the entire day at the jobsite. First, production ran a week behind. Not a good scenario, but one easily corrected if she had an efficient installer assigned to the project. However, when the installer screwed the wrong cabinet to the wall, the homeowner was understandably upset. Krissy's frustration mounted, and now her head pounded.

At least she reached a bright spot in her day. She'd see Johnny tonight, but it also meant her heart was on the line. Falling in love with Johnny had the potential to destroy the relationship they both cherished. Better to find out if she was pregnant quickly and cease having sex with him as soon as possible. The danger lie in the way he made her feel, not just the act of having great sex. When they made love, he stared into her eyes, seeing straight into her soul. It scared her. Johnny genuinely liked
her
, not just the way she looked. She couldn't fuck that up by fucking him.

She headed home. As if she'd gone too high on a swing, her stomach lightened. Was she excited or terrified? Her feelings for Johnny changed every time he touched her. Tonight after dinner, she knew exactly how the evening would end. After the disappointing day, she'd like her dessert first.

However, priorities came first. She'd stop at the store for the biggest box of pregnancy tests available. Along with her hormone therapy pill, every morning she'd look for the elusive plus sign signaling pregnancy.

Thirty minutes later, Krissy breathed a sigh of relief. She'd beat Johnny to her apartment so she'd have a moment to freshen up before starting their dinner. Okay, so her usual easygoing attitude with Johnny shifted into hypersensitive. Never before had it mattered if she brushed her hair or wafted the subtle scent of something feminine and alluring. Hell, she hadn't cared if she smelled like a truck driver after a week on the road. More than once, Johnny brought his own brand of funk into her apartment. After an afternoon playing basketball with Drew and Ryan, his smell burned her nasal membranes.

Thoughts of Johnny kept running through her mind as she started dinner. She didn't have many memories that didn't include him— memories that brought a smile to her face, pulled a tear from her eye, or ripped her heart from her chest like the time when his baby brother died. After Matthew's death, Johnny's mother had never tried to have another baby.

Krissy put her hand to her stomach. It just clicked. This represented her only chance. Once she conceived, she needed to get her life in perspective. Taking care of her and the baby took precedence. It had devastated Johnny's entire family when they lost Matthew to SIDS. God, it had already been eleven years. She'd never forget that horrible week before her fourteenth birthday.

Krissy sprinkled dill on salmon and wrapped it in tinfoil with an orange segment. She stuck the fish in the oven, washed her hands, and dried them on a dishtowel.

This was her opportunity to have the perfect pregnancy. Indulge her cravings, revel in her body's changes, and marvel at the fact that she created a new life. However, this wouldn't be Johnny's one chance at fatherhood. At some point, he could meet another woman, fall in love, marry and have children. For right now, Johnny was hers. Before she sabotaged her relationship with him, she'd have to go back to being just friends. So she'd enjoy him, for as long as it took to get pregnant.

And no time like the present to find out how close she was to her objective. The test directions stated that first morning urine was the best to use. She shrugged. Tomorrow she'd try it in the morning. If pregnant, regardless of the time of day, she'd see a plus.

Nervously taking one of the four tests, she went into the bathroom.

Johnny sat in his parent's house. His attention drifted between the golf game on television and the clock on the fireplace mantle. How his pop could jump from his chair and cheer for the ball on the putting green was beyond him. Who cheered at
golf
?

His dad furrowed his brows. “You in a hurry?”

“What makes you ask?”

“You're watching the clock like it's a ticking time bomb. Mom has a potpie in the oven. She's counting on you for dinner.”

“Can't. Krissy's expecting me.” He heard his mother humming in the kitchen. He didn't want to hurt her feelings, but Krissy offered more tempting fare.

“Invite her over. I miss my little pipsqueak. We haven't seen her in a while. Make your mom happy, son.” Dale nodded to the phone on the wall. “Call Krissy.”

“I'll call, but if she's already making dinner, I'm taking a rain check on the potpie.”

Johnny dialed as his dad ambled into the kitchen. Nothing about Dale Huston was rushed. Whatever the combination, his mom and dad had found one that worked. Married for thirty years, his dad still catered to her and adoration twinkled in his mother's eyes when she looked at her husband. They hailed from a simpler time. As far as he knew, they'd never spoken of divorce, not even during the hard years. Having grown up in a rural community, they'd gone to school together, married, and then had their family.

He stopped his thoughts because Krissy answered. “Hi, where are you?”

“My parents. Mom made a potpie.”

Krissy groaned.

“If you already have dinner in the oven, I'll give Mom a kiss on the cheek and tell her another time. But Pop wants you to come over.” He shook his head. “I mean, I do, too. He suggested we eat here instead.” Johnny lowered his voice. “I don't care where we eat. I just need to see you.”

“Me, too.”

The sultry richness of her voice was enough for him to tell his dad to bag it. Literally, he'd take the food to go and get to Krissy. Halfway hard at the sound of her voice, he'd be all the way there the moment he saw her. The last thing he needed was his mother's ESP focusing in on the shift of his and Krissy's connection. And see it, she would. Then she'd start with twenty questions until she'd whittled down to the root. Before the night was out, she'd have the wedding planned with Krissy calling her mom. Johnny needed more time convincing Krissy they had forever— not just until conception.