The Ford Brothers Series Box Set, page 41
He checks the sink for cleanliness. When he’s satisfied, he stuffs a wad of paper towel in the drain and turns the faucet on cold until the sink is almost full. Thankfully the soap is the expensive, natural-based kind. Wade takes my feet and gently places them in the cool water. “Temperature okay?” he asks softly.
“Yeah. Feels great.” I whisper. I’m so tired I could fall asleep on the counter. Wade begins soaping up my feet and the dye comes off easily. The massaging feels incredible. I let out a moan of pleasure and he looks over at me, asking gently if I’m okay. “You’re hired.” I say, leaning my head on my knees, enjoying the sensation. My toes have stopped stinging already. When all the dye is off my feet, he lets the soiled water drain out of the sink and fills it again.
Half-asleep, I revel in his massaging my swollen, aching feet. I’m hugging my knees, leaning my head against my thighs. “You’re wonderful.” I breathe in thanks. He kisses my forehead as we hear someone enter the washroom.
“Kendra. Are you okay?” Lindsay asks, ignoring the fact that Wade is in here with me. “They’re ready to do the bouquet and garter toss. You’re needed in the reception hall.”
“’Kay.” I say sleepily. “I’ll be right there.”
“Are you going to be able to walk?” Wade asks, drying my feet with paper towel.
“I’ll be fine.” I say as he helps me off the counter. My shoes are dangling from his fingers as he places a supportive hand on my waist and we slowly walk back to the reception hall. The band members have already left. Jennifer made an agreement with the reception hall; the boys are allowed to leave their equipment overnight, with the understanding that they would clear it out by the next afternoon.
Surprisingly, Jennifer is sober enough to throw the bouquet. Wade watches me from off to the side, as I make zero attempt to catch it. However, he doesn’t participate in the garter toss; he didn’t feel it was appropriate seeing as he wasn’t actually a guest. My dad brings me my overnight bag as he and mom prepare to leave. No questions are asked as to where I’m sleeping tonight…thank God.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetie.” Dad says.
Mom advises me to soak my feet again before bed. “I will, mom.”
We bid them adieu and say goodbye to Jennifer, Brandon and the wedding party; Lindsay is leaving, too. Wendy will help bring all the stuff to the house in the morning. Wade walks me to the front of the reception hall and says he’ll go get his car. He takes my bag with him, and a few minutes later I see him pull up to the front. I take one barefooted step out the door and he raises his hand, shaking his head no. As he slides out of the car, he opens the passenger side door and trots over to me. “It’s dark out here, baby, and you’ve got nothing on your feet.” He says, pointing to my swollen appendages.
“What do you suggest? You want me to fly to the car?” I chuckle.
We’re nose-to-nose. “No,” he says, mocking anger. He’s so freakin’ cute it kills me. “Hang on to my neck.” He advises as he drapes my legs over his arms and carries me to the car from the reception hall doors. As he lowers me into the seat, he whispers. “I’m glad you didn’t have any wedding cake.”
I open my mouth, feigning shock and he chuckles, kissing me. “Just kidding.” Being so close to him, I want to kiss him more, but I see guests coming out of the hall and realize I have to stay in control for just a few more minutes.
Chapter 29
Wade
Tonight has been one hell of an experience. I think I fell in love with my girl ten times over as we sang together on stage. She has an incredible voice, and she’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts. Seeing her in that dress…I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I’d like to sue the asshole who used the bloody arsenic-laced dye on her shoes, though. I’ve never heard of that before, but I sure as hell have half a mind to file at least some sort of complaint over it. Kendra’s feet were so swollen they didn’t even look like feet. I could tell they hurt so bad; the look on her face tore my heart out.
As I got her in the car, she took my hand in hers and I couldn’t wait to kiss her again. As soon as we pulled up to a stop light, I leaned over to kiss her, but the poor little angel had fallen asleep. Her forehead was pressed up against the glass and her mouth was open part way as she slumbered. I didn’t even have the heart to wake her when we got to my place. Her car was parked on the street from when Jennifer had dropped her off with it earlier. I let her sleep another couple of minutes as I took her bag into my apartment and opened the doors. My plan was to carry her in, lay her right down on the bed and cover her up, but as soon as I opened her door, as gently as I did, she awoke.
“Hey, baby, we’re at my place.” I say, crouching down to her level, stroking the side of her face.
“Okay,” she says groggily. “I’ve got a pair of shoes in my bag if you wouldn’t mind passing it to me.”
“I’ve already taken your bag downstairs, babe.” I lean in and kiss her on the mouth.
“Okay.” She lifts her torso up and shifts her feet over. When they hit the asphalt on the driveway, I take a small step back. I think she expects me to move out of the way so she can walk, because she guffaws. “What, are you going to carry me down the stairs?”
“At least to the door, baby. It’s dark. You could step on something dangerous out here. Put your arms around my neck.”
She does as she’s instructed, and I close the car door. Draping her legs over my arms, I walk her to the open door and stop, looking at her. “You know something?”
“What?” she says, stroking my face with her free hand.
“I think I’m going to carry you down the stairs. It’s more romantic, isn’t it?”
“You’re going to put your back out, Wade.” She says, trying but failing to give me a cross look. “And we could both fall.”
“Oh yeah?” I whisper on her lips.
“Yeah,” she says, kissing me.
I start walking down the steps, kissing her full on the mouth, the way I’ve wanted to all night, plunging my tongue into her mouth gently. When we reach the bottom of the stairs our lips part. “You were saying.” I point out, kissing her quickly once more. “I’ll go close the door upstairs. Don’t move.”
When I return thirty seconds later, she’s pulled the combs out of her hair, and she’s fluffing her curly red locks. “I swear my scalp is swollen.” She comments. Her hair is unbelievable. It’s a pool of loose curls all over her shoulders. She’s breathtaking. Where her combs were placed, I position my fingers and gently massage her head in a circular motion, letting her lean her head into my chest. Her hands rest on the waistband of my pants. “You’re hired.” She moans.
I chuckle. “You’ve said that once before.”
Lifting her head, she looks in my eyes. “I mean it. You’re too good to me.”
Without answering, I kiss her full on the mouth chastely. She takes the kiss deeper, opening her mouth, plunging her tongue inside. Cupping her face with my hands, I caress her, softly kissing her, meeting her tongue with mine. When our lips part, I whisper against her lips. “I thought you’d be too tired.”
“It’s been two days. The second I saw you tonight I wanted you. The wait has been torture.”
Dividing my glance between both her eyes, I murmur. “Well, I don’t like to keep a lady waiting.” I snake my arms around her back, feeling for the top of the zipper on her dress. When I find it, I slowly lower it, listening to the hiss as it loosens the dress all the way to her waist. Finding the slit on the side of her dress, I slide my hand in, feeling her warm flesh. She closes her eyes and I lean in, kissing her neck, as I stroke her exposed thigh with my thumb. I slowly kiss her from the bottom of her ear lobe to her shoulder.
She reaches for the top button on my shirt and begins undoing each one. “You. Look. So. Hot. In. This. I. Can’t. Wait. To. Take. It. Off.” She murmurs after she loosens each button. Reaching the bottom, she pulls the shirt out of my pants and skates her hands over my chest, and then leans in and kisses my neck from my ear to my shoulder. My cock twitches each time her lips and tongue suck my flesh. I softly moan, dragging my hands over her rear, pulling her into me so she can feel the effect she’s having on me. My hands find the opening in the back of her dress and I pull it forward, revealing her bra. As I kiss the flesh that’s spilling out of her bra, she reaches back and undoes it.
Her nipples are already hard, and it makes my cock harder. She removes her arms from the dress, and it drops to the floor, pooling at her feet. As she stands there in just a thong, I shake my head. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Kendra.” I’ve never seen her in a thong, and it takes my breath away. I take a step around her, drinking in the lace against her cheeks. Crouching down, I suck and kiss the flesh on her rear as I reach around and slide a finger under the front of the thong.
“Mmmm…” she moans, spurring me on. I circle my finger around her clit, sucking on her flesh from behind. “I want you naked.” She breathes. I kiss her rear once more and take a step around to face her. As I begin to remove my shirt, she stops me. “No, I want to do it.”
I wink at her and massage her breasts with one arm at a time as she slowly removes my shirt, tossing it on the floor beside her dress and bra. As I knead her nipples between my thumb and forefingers, she lets out another moan. God, I love that sound. She slides a hand inside my pants and feels my hardness pulsing against her. I close my eyes at her touch as she caresses my dick with her hand. Swallowing, I undo my pants, giving her full access. “It’s so hot that you don’t wear underwear, baby.” She comments softly. “Makes my life easier.”
Sliding my pants down my legs, I step out of them. Her hand is still around my hardened cock. Hooking my fingers around her thong, I pull her underwear down and she steps out of them. We’re standing in the middle of my kitchen completely naked. Thank God the drapes are closed. Wrapping her arms around my neck, we’re nose-to-nose. Placing my hands on her sides, I lift her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I gently impale her. She lets out a gasp and breathes out slowly as I focus deeply on her eyes, watching her reaction to me entering her.
Drawing in a deep breath, I close my eyes, feeling her warmth and wetness against my impossibly hard dick. As I push in and pull out slowly, she opens her mouth and I slide my tongue inside, cushioning her cry as I start to move, walking with her to the pullout couch. Hands supporting her rear, I pulse in and out, taking in her tightness against my most sensitive part. My breathing becomes ragged against her lips as we bathe each other in kisses, and as I suck and nip her lips, she meets my tongue with hers.
Wanting to go deeper, I lay Kendra on the bed and lift her legs so her knees rest against my hands. “You okay?” I breathe, as I enter her right to the hilt.
“Oh…God.” she breathes, chest heaving. I’ll take that as a yes.
“It’s all the way in, baby. Feel it.” I whisper through ragged breaths, as I slowly pump, being careful not to go too fast. “Mmmm….” I moan against her lips, kissing her deeply, feeling the deep thrusts with her.
Leaning back, I reach for her clit with my thumb and begin circling it, watching her mouth form a big ‘O’. “Oh, God, Wade, you’re going to make me come.” She pants. She’s not lying; I can feel her tightening, deliciously squeezing me, bringing me closer to the edge. Wanting her to come like thunder, I thrust deeper and circle faster, trying like hell not to come too fast. Her rear is bucking up and down, slapping against my balls, making it impossible not to come. It feels like heaven and she looks like a goddess, laying under me, with her back arched and her mouth wide open, begging me to let go with her.
Then I feel it, the rhythmic pulsing of her orgasm, sucking and hugging me, bringing me over the edge with her. She moans my name as her chest heaves, feeling her release rip through her. My seed jolts out of me into her like lightning, as I close my eyes tight, riding the waves of pure ecstasy like I’ve felt with nobody else. Even the aftershocks are heavenly with her. As I slow, feeling my heart beat out of my chest, I gently lean over her, kissing her forehead.
Breathlessly she asks. “Is sex supposed to be this good? I’ve never….” She trails off.
“Me neither, baby.” I breathe, pressing my forehead on hers. Gently removing myself from her, I slide in the bed beside her, sideways, resting my head on my hand. Skating my fingers across her chest, I watch her as she practically falls asleep post-coital, completely satiated. Lifting the covers up, I tuck them on either side of her. As if startled, she quickly opens her eyes. “Sorry, baby.” She says, kissing me on the lips.
I chuckle. “You’re exhausted. Don’t apologize.” I kiss her lips and get up to go turn off the light. As I come back into bed, she lays on her side and I snuggle in behind her, spooning her. In seconds I can hear her shallow breathing and I know that she’s asleep. The warmth and softness of her body after sex is so pleasing. I feel like I can burrow myself into her back and stay there forever. What must be a few hours later, I wake up to the sound of the water running in the bathroom. Lifting my head, I see that the door is closed. Kendra isn’t beside me in bed.
Rising, I grab a pair of jeans out of my drawer and pull them on, leaving the top button undone. Barefoot, I walk over to the door and knock softly. She opens the door wearing nothing but my sweaty shirt. Her hair is tied up and her face is wet. “Sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to wake you.” she says as she moves out of the way so I can come in.
“Are you okay?” I ask, running a hand through my hair, yawning.
“Yeah. I woke up and saw the raccoon eyes, and realized I fell asleep with my contacts in. I figured I should probably wash this crap off my face. Plus, I had to soak my feet again, they were stinging like hell.”
Lowering the lid on the toilet tank, I take a seat and glance at her feet. “They look better. Still red though in some spots.”
“Yeah. I won’t be a foot model anytime soon, but they feel better.” She’s brushing her teeth. I should probably do the same. Rising, I pull my toothbrush out of the cup on the sink and squeeze a dollop of toothpaste on the brush. “You forgot, too, huh.”
“Yeah, I guess I was a little distracted.” I wink, brushing my teeth.
She giggles. I love that sound. She’s looking at me in the mirror, staring at my stomach. Her eyes linger to my jeans. I look down, feeling slightly self-conscious. “What’s up?”
Spitting the toothpaste into the sink, she rinses her mouth and answers. “I was just admiring you.”
“Admiring me, huh.” She moves over so I can spit the toothpaste out and rinse. “I see you like my dirty shirt, too.”
“It smells like you.”
“I’m sure it’s ripe after last night. Sweating like a hog under those lights.”
“It reminds me of how sexy you look and sound when you sing.”
I smile and take a step towards her, kissing her chastely on the mouth. “You must be exhausted. It’s like four o’clock in the morning.”
She rubs her nose across mine. “Funny how seeing you standing here half-naked with your pants unbuttoned wakes me up.”
Chapter 30
Kendra
He’s so sexy I could die. With his hair all messed up from sex and sleep, no shirt on, and his tight jeans only half zipped, I’m all but drooling in the bathroom as I watch him in the mirror. When he leans over the sink, his six pack abs contract, making me bite my lip. It sounds twisted, but he has the sexiest scent. No cologne in the world could smell as hot as he does. I want to bottle his smell on this shirt.
“And you standing there, naked, under my shirt…it does things to me.” he murmurs against my lips.
Enveloping his lips with mine, I plunge my tongue into his mouth. He lets out a soft moan, which I feel…there. We’re still standing at the sink. Wade bends down and gently lifts my leg, propping my foot on the lip of the sink. “Do you have good balance?” he asks softly.
“I suppose so. Why?” I’m confused, thinking maybe he wants to tend to my feet again. Then he lifts the shirt and leans into me, sticking his nose…there. “What are you do―” before I can answer, he begins sucking on my labia, placing his hands on either side of my rear. The sensation is so unexpected; deep and sensual. I wouldn’t have thought the angle would work, but the way he’s plunging his tongue deep inside my folds, it’s working…fast. He’s circling around my clit so deliciously I can’t help but cry out.
He moans into my body, bringing a new level of ecstasy. “Oh, God, Wade.” I breathe, in disbelief of how fast I’m climbing. He licks faster, pushing my body towards him rhythmically, and it happens. My orgasm finds me so fast I gasp and cry out loudly. “Don’t stop.” I beg needlessly, since he doesn’t stop or slow down unless I tell him. “Oh….my God.” I pant, my heart is beating so fast. I didn’t realize that I had one hand on the sink, and the other on his head, grabbing his hair. I giggle, removing my hand from his hair. “Sorry.”
Kissing my inner thigh, he rises. “I thought you were going to take a handful with you.” He chuckles, raking a hand through his mussed locks.
Then I see it. He’s as hard as a rock under those jeans. It looks like he’s stuffed a modest cucumber inside his Levi’s. “Wow.”
He looks down and blushes. “Nothing sexier in the world than pleasing you…evidently.” He admits.
Leaning towards him, I slowly undo his pants, freeing him. “We need to do something about this.” my voice is silky. “What do you want to do about it?”
He pulls them down and steps out of his jeans. “As long as I’m inside you, it’s your preference, baby.”
I thought about doing that thing I did to him before, that made him swear, but before I can act, he places his hands on my waist and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses me voraciously. We are a mess of tongues and lips, breathlessly kissing as if we’ll never see each other again, as he walks me over to the bed and lowers me, placing his full weight on me. His body on mine is so delicious. His hardness is against my belly and it twitches when I kiss him.
