He kept this up, working me towards heaven.

Working me towards admitting to him who owned my body. Although, it wasn’t really a secret.

He’d almost brought me to orgasm when he pulled his fingers out and moved his hands to my t-shirt. Pushing it up to expose my breasts, he then pulled my bra cups down to let my breasts fall out and into his mouth.

My pussy cried out her need, and I begged, “Kick, what the fuck?”

He had a handful and mouthful of boob and wasn’t letting go, but his eyes looked up at mine in a ‘what?’ glance.

“You had me so close, baby,’ I complained.

He let my boob fall out of his mouth. “Really?” he asked with a smug look on his face.

Fine. If that was how he wanted to play this, two could play at that game. “It’s all good, I can take care of this,” I said as I reached down to bring myself to orgasm.

He sat back and watched as I pushed my fingers inside and did what I really wanted him to do. I thought for sure he would take over, but he didn’t. Instead, he took hold of his dick and began pumping it while keeping his eyes trained on my pussy.

Fuck.

My plan had backfired, but I had another one up my sleeve.

I quickly sat up and moved so I could push him onto his back and straddle him. Positioning myself over his cock, I pushed down to take him inside.

“Fuck!” he roared as his face clearly showed the pleasure I was giving him.

His hands came to my hips and held me tight as I fucked him.

He’d already worked me up with his fingers so I wasn’t far off, and the angle I was fucking him at now always got me there faster. As I felt my orgasm about to explode around me, I fucked him harder and faster, desperate for it.

We came together and both cried out our pleasure. I pressed my hands against his chest as I took every last drop of heaven I could find. When I finally opened my eyes, I found him watching me with lust-filled eyes.

I moved off him so I could lay on the grass next to him, curled into his side, head on his arm that had come around my shoulders. “I guess I wear the pants in this relationship,” I murmured against his chest.

His body gently shook as he chuckled. “Was there any fuckin’ doubt, sweetheart?”

I smiled and closed my eyes.

I loved my man, but I really loved how he let me think I had some control when we both knew neither of us had any control.

Our hearts ruled us.

And we each ruled each other.

***

The next morning, Kick made me run late for a dentist appointment after fucking me in bed and then again in the shower. I was running around my house like a mad woman trying to get everything together when the dentist’s receptionist called to move my appointment to a later time slot. I rescheduled with her and then dropped my phone into my bag, relieved I now had a chance to calm down and get ready without the panic.

Kick grinned and came towards me, his hands reaching for the button on my jeans. I slapped his hand away. “No,” I said firmly, giving him the evil eye. “You’ve had your fill this morning and I’m all out of orgasms.”

He smirked. “Baby, you are never out of orgasms.”

I raised my brows, trying to look stern. “I am today.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, he said, “So you’ve got a dentist appointment and then what?”

“Then I’ve got work. Why?”

“I’m just trying to figure out how long until I can get my dick out again.” When I smirked, he added, “You don’t seem to realise just what you do to me, Evie.”

I put my hand on my hip, settling in to hear this. “Tell me, Kick, what do I do to you?”

He uncrossed his arms and took the few strides separating us. “You cause an insatiable fuckin’ need in me that I’ve never experienced before. Even if I fucked you all day long, I’d still never get enough.”

Oh god.

My core clenched.

Maybe I did have more orgasms in me today.

He traced my lips and then cupped my cheek before kissing me. “I’m taking you to your appointment and then to work, and then I’m picking you up from work and taking you back to my house. Today we play my way. With my toys,” he growled, and I felt his growl all the way through my body.

Hell yes.

He slapped my ass and said, “Hurry up and finish getting ready. We need to make a quick detour past my place on the way.”

I did as I was told, and fifteen minutes later he had me on the back of his bike and we were on our way to his house. As I hugged him, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it was to have him back in my life. Thank goodness for second chances, and even third chances. I knew some people hated the idea of love the second time around because they felt it meant so much wasted time, and while I agreed, I truly believed that sometimes you just weren’t ready for each other the first time. Or in mine and Kick’s case, the second time.

We dropped by Kick’s place and he picked something up before we headed to my dentist. I was surprised when he made another detour on the way. We pulled up outside a rundown house and I wondered who lived here. I hopped off his bike and removed my helmet, waiting for him to tell me what we were doing here. However, he simply took his helmet off, dumped it on his bike, grabbed my hand and led me towards the front door.

After he knocked, I asked, “What are we doing here, Kick?”

He seemed so serious. “You’ll see.”

A guy dressed in what looked to be thrift shop clothing opened the door and ushered us in. He also seemed very serious, and I felt a little anxious, but at the same time, I knew Kick wouldn’t put me in harm’s way so this must be a safe place.