Oxygen Deprived (Kilgore Fire Book 3) (18 page)

“Jesus,” he hissed. “Every single time it surprises me that you can take me.”

I wanted to reply, but his cock had stolen my ability to
think coherently enough to form a reply,
to concentrate on anything else but the feeling of him inside me.

His head turned so his mouth could run along the inside of my ankle, his lips moving over the ankle monitor like it wasn’t even there.

Then, as he usually did when we were in this position, his fingers hooked into the strap that held the monitor in place and held on as he started to really move.

My breasts jiggled with each thrust, and I worried maybe I should hold onto them, but then he took care of that for me, leaning down just enough so he could grab each tip between his fingers and pinch.

As usual, it didn’t take long before I was on the verge, something
he seemed to always be
aware of.

Which explained why he started to slow.

I screamed at him in anger.

“Don’t stop!” I bellowed.

He grinned, slowing down so much so that he had to let my breasts go to hold my legs up where he wanted them again.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered gruffly, biting his lip as he leaned forward, taking my legs with him.

I found myself smashed into the bed, the tops of my thighs touching the bed on either side of my chest.

His cock moved so slowly that I was finding it hard to breathe.

The anticipation of my orgasm had me holding my breath.

I angled my hips, hoping the move would give me the relief I couldn’t quite find, and nearly came out of my skin when the tip of Drew’s cock dragged deliciously across the front wall of my pussy.

“Shit,” I hissed, my body jumping in reaction.

He growled.

“Put your hips back where you had them,” he ordered.

I did as he’d instructed, and shrieked when the next pass had my body convulsing.

My orgasm poured over me, washing over me like a flash flood,
something
I’d never experienced before.

And Drew had given me many,
many
orgasms before.

In fact, he’d given me the best ones of my life, but this one. This one took the cake, for sure.

I didn’t know if it was the way he’d gotten me there and then prolonged it. Or if it was because he’d found the perfect spot from an angle that I’d never felt before.

Regardless, it was something that needed to be forever remembered.

“Christ,” Drew groaned, his cock jerking inside of me.

Then the warmth of his release flooded my pussy, and I closed my eyes in pure bliss at the feeling.

I was on birth control now, after not one, but two mishaps.

It’d been a struggle to get birth control when I couldn’t go out of the house, but after a note from Drew’s sister explaining the situation, they’d prescribed them to me.

After
I showed them the negative pregnancy test I’d been forced to take.

“That one felt like it was yanked from my spine,” he breathed, letting my legs go one by one, then collapsing on top of me.

I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck, uncaring of the fact he was getting us both sweaty now.

“You’re going to be late,” I whispered into his ear.

He mumbled something, then pushed himself off me, leaving me in heap on the bed.

“You’re gonna have to wash those sheets,” he said on a laugh, eyeing my butt. “Sorry about that.”

I lifted a hand in an ‘I don’t care’ gesture, then let it fall back to the bed while he chuckled at my exhilaration.

“Your blog?” He reminded me, drying himself off with a towel and tossing it to me.

It hit my lower half, concealing me from his gaze.

“What about it?” I asked, eyes closed.

He full out laughed then.

“Get up,” he said, tickling my foot.

I shrieked, jerking my foot away and rolling out of pure reflex.

“Ack!” I said, getting up onto my knees and scrambling off the bed, knowing damn good and well he’d keep at it until I got up.

Once I was out of bed, he gathered me to him and slanted his mouth down over mine.

“See you later, gator,” he rumbled sweetly, punctuating the statement with a small kiss to my forehead.

I leaned up onto my tip toes, kissed his scruffy jaw, and replied.

“After a while, crocodile.”

I had some nipple clamps in my hand, taking a picture of them with my phone, when my doorbell rang.

Dropping all of my goodies onto the coffee table, I stood up and hurried to the door.

I guess I expected about a million possibilities, but not a single one of them was Drew’s ex-wife and his daughter.

“I guess since he’s spending so much time with you lately that this is as good of a place as any,” Drew’s ex said sourly, dropping a very packed bag onto the ground between her feet and mine. “But this shit is no longer mine to deal with. Not after what she just told me. Have a nice life, Attie.”

Then, without another word, she left and didn’t look back, taking the brand new truck Drew gave to Attie with her.

“Ummm,” I said slowly. “Do you want to come in?”

Attie burst out crying, throwing herself at me.

“He’s going to kill me!”

An hour later I was sitting on the couch, looking across the room at Attie.

She was asleep on the love seat that was catty corner to the couch I was sitting on.

A big, blue afghan covered her lower half, and her arms were curled around a throw pillow that was hugged tightly to her body.

Every few seconds a little hiccough slipped past her lips, and I was officially not in a good place.

The click of my front door sounded, causing me to look up at the beautiful man coming into the room, a large smile overtaking his face the moment he saw me.

Just when he was about to say something, though, I held up my hand and pointed at the love seat.

His brows lowered in confusion, and I sighed, knowing I might as well get it over with.

Getting up and starting toward him without another word, I prayed Attie would stay sleeping and not interrupt until I told him everything that had happened.

Gesturing for him to back outside, I followed him out and closed the door firmly behind us.

Hopefully, if he heard it from me, he’d get all the yelling out before he got to Attie.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

I licked my lips nervously, my finger going to my teeth out of pure uneasiness.

“Drew,” I said. “Everyone’s alright. She didn’t kill anyone. She’s not sick. But her mom kicked her out.”

“You’re shitting me,” he said stiffly, his muscles locking the moment I got to the kicked out part.

“No,” I breathed. “I’m not. She dropped her off to me about an hour ago, and I got the full explanation from her before she fell asleep.”

“Okay,” he hesitated, leaning his backside against the porch railing and crossing his legs in front of him. “So give it to me already. The wait is worse than the actual act, I’m sure.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” I muttered darkly under my breath, turning my back on him as I said it.

“What?” Drew asked.

I turned to him, the whole distance of the porch separated us, and finally said it.

“Your daughter told your ex-wife that she was pregnant, and she kicked her out,” I blurted quickly.

Drew blinked at me, then he started laughing.

“The girl was always creative; I’ll give her that,” he said, a smile on his face. “So Constance blew a gasket, then dropped her off. Why’s she over here? She has a key.”

I winced.

He thought I was joking.

Oh,
shit
.

“Drew,” I started, but he interrupted me, raising his arms to grab a hold of the porch’s roof.

The move had his shirt riding up over his belt, exposing the taut expanse of his lower belly.

“She could’ve just gotten away with telling her that she didn’t want to live with her, though. Constance knew it was going to happen eventually.”

I bit my lip, knowing this wasn’t going to go over easily.

This whole thing was about to blow up in my face, and I was right.

The moment I didn’t smile, and he finally caught on to what I was really trying to tell him, his eyes grew intense.

Then he cursed, turned on his heels, and stalked across the street to his house.

He disappeared inside, leaving the door to his house open, and stayed gone for less than a minute when he came back out with a pair of running shorts and a pair of tennis shoes on.

Despite the cold weather, as well as the fact that it was about to rain, he ran.

And all I could do was watch until he disappeared.

I hate it when I plan a conversation out in my head, and the other person doesn’t follow the script.

-Aspen’s secret thoughts

Drew

I ran as fast as my legs would take me.

I’d been going a solid forty-five minutes, and I had passed my usual stopping place not once, but twice.

I’d legitimately ran out of steam about a mile past, but then I saw my daughter’s crying face, and kept going.

A loud roar from an engine had me turning my head slightly, surprised to see a car coming up the wrong side of the road toward me.

But they didn’t try to hit me.

They were going too slow and were too far away for that.

But what they did do ended up enraging me.

“Hey, old man!” A boy from the backseat of the truck called obnoxiously. “You look a little hot!”

Then the familiar taste and smell of a fire extinguisher was sprayed at me, covering me in the familiar dust.

“Motherfucker!” I growled once the dust had settled.

I’d at least had the sound mind to close my fucking eyes and mouth, thank God.

Otherwise, I’d be in a different position right now.

I cleared my eyes free of the dusty chemicals with my sweaty palms, then narrowed my eyes at the truck that was hauling ass down the street.

Which meant I didn’t see the next truck come up behind me, yet another teenager hanging out of the window, until I was being sprayed once again.

Luckily, this time it was one with compressed water instead of the chemical.

It was no less upsetting, though.

Which was why I was stupid and tried to follow the stupid trucks.

I knew as soon as I rounded the corner that I wouldn’t catch them, but that didn’t stop me from trying.

I slowed once my legs refused to cooperate, and I doubled over, my hands on my knees, as I breathed in and out heavily.

“Fuck me,” I growled, straightening and throwing my hands up over the back of my head.

My fingers crossed, and I glared at the ground under my feet, so fucking pissed off I could barely stand it.

My fingers tightened in my hair and I nearly shouted out my frustration.

I probably would have had I not already looked fucking terrible.

“Drew,” the neighbor that lived at the top of my street said when I finally made it back to my road. “It start raining on your run?”

I shook my head.

“No, Dolores,” I answered grimly. “Stupid kids thought it’d be funny to spray me with a fire extinguisher.”

Dolores’ eyes went wide.

“You mean those boys?” She pointed at the car that was at the very end of the block.

Right in front of the house that was directly next to mine.

The one that Aspen said belonged to a couple that had a lot of domestic disputes.

Ideally, I shouldn’t have gone over there.

It wouldn’t accomplish anything.

Surely, all I would be able to find out about the ones that owned the truck was that they were a couple of teenagers, and wouldn’t do it anymore.

But I couldn’t help myself.

The closer I got, the more decisive I became until I was standing on their front porch, knocking.

The door opened and the woman who answered it looked at me like I was a lunatic.

“Can I help you?” She sniffed, clearly put out that she had to answer the door in the first place.

“You know the boy who drives that truck?” I asked, pointing to the first truck.

The second one wasn’t there, and I could only assume that they’d gone home.

Lucky for them.

Because I was about to rip the kid who drove this truck a new one.

“I’m sorry, but why do you want to know?” She snapped.

I gestured to my body.

“This was from whomever was in the backseat of the truck that decided to spray me with a fire extinguisher,” I informed her.

She blinked, clearly taken aback by that answer.

“You’re telling me that my son used his truck to spray you with a fire extinguisher?” She repeated.

I nodded.

“Son. Of. A. Bitch,” she snarled, letting the door open wide as she turned on her heel and started stomping towards the back bedrooms.

She stomped further down the hall and stood in the middle of the doorway glaring at her son.

“Keith Lucas, you get your sorry, good for nothing ass out here right this minute,” the woman bellowed.

The door at the back of the room opened, revealing the kid that’d been driving the first truck earlier.

“What, Mom?” The boy hissed with disdain. “I’m trying to get my fuckin’ homework done!”

“Did you spray this man with a fire extinguisher?” She screamed at him.

I took a step back, not wanting to enter into this shit fest that I could see on the horizon, and had in fact gotten to the street when the mother came out the door with a fire extinguisher in her hand.

Then watched with silent humor as the mother took the fire extinguisher and slammed it down into the middle of the boy’s windshield.

“Mom!” The boy screeched. “That’s my truck!”

“It’s my truck! I make payments on it, you little asshole, and if you keep acting like that stupid good for nothin’ father of yours, you’ll have to find your own fucking truck, as well as your own fuckin’ house!” She shouted.

I chose that moment to turn my back on the two, jogging across the street back to where I’d left two of the most important people in my life.