Getting Lucky. Kayla Perrin

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      “Here?” I manage to say weakly. “Or … the car …?”

      “Is the SUV unlocked?” Dom asks as he kisses my neck.

      “Yes … “ He pushes a third finger inside me. “Oh, yes … “

      After torturing me for a few more seconds, Dom pulls his hand from my pussy and steps back. His grin is victorious. “Come on.”

      I shoot a glance at the garage door as he takes my hand and leads me to the Cadillac Escalade. Thankfully, it has dark-tinted windows, so if Mama Deanna decides to come into the garage, she won’t be able to see anything.

      As I start to climb into the backseat, Dom pushes my skirt up around my waist. Makes sense … less time maneuvering in the backseat.

      He playfully swats my ass, and then he gets in next to me. Instantly, his hands go to my shirt, yanking the cotton fabric upward until it is over my breasts. He wastes no time lowering his head to one breast, gently biting my nipple through the lace.

      “Damn you, Dom,” I say—a weak protest that he has me in this compromising position when his mother is all too close by.

      “Maybe you’ll like this better.” He pushes the lace out of the way and draws my hardened nipple into his mouth.

      I grip his head and try to keep the cry of ecstasy locked in my throat. My breasts are far more sensitive now that I’m pregnant, and sucking on my nipples is a sure way to turn me on.

      His tongue flicks up and down over my nipple, driving me crazy. And then he grazes it with his teeth before suckling me with fervor.

      I’m wet. My pussy is throbbing. I need to have him inside me.

      “Fuck me, baby,” I beg. “Now!”

      It takes a bit of maneuvering, but soon, one of my legs is stretched into the front-seat area, while the other is perched high against the backseat. Dom makes quick work of unbuttoning his jeans and dragging them far enough down his hips. I reach for his cock, hold it as he lowers himself onto me. And then I guide it into my opening.

      “Fuck, Dom,” I utter as he fills me. “Oh, God.” I’d always heard the rumors that some pregnant women enjoy sex even more than before, and I know that to be true. My whole body is assaulted with intense pleasurable sensations as he fucks me.

      He pulls out, plunges into my pussy again. I watch him do that over and over, my body hotly aroused. He knows just how to give it to me.

      The next time Dom’s cock enters me, he reaches deep, pushing as far as he can go. I gasp in carnal delight.

      “You know I love you,” he whispers.

      “I know … “

      When he pulls out of me, I sigh in protest, but then his mouth is on my nipple, suckling me hard. His fingers find my pussy and massage my clit in urgent strokes. Soon, I’m feeling my orgasm building.

      Dom thrusts into me again, his fingers still on my clit as his cock pleasures my pussy. And then I’m digging my fingers into his back as I start to come hard.

      Dom kisses me as I come, I’m sure to quiet me. I wrap one leg around him and arch my pussy against him as I ride the wave.

      “I love you,” I tell him, my breathing ragged. “Oh, baby … “

      Soon, Dom is grunting and thrusting hard, and then falling against me as he succumbs to his own orgasm.

      For a good minute, we lie there, Dom still inside me, my leg still wrapped around his ass. I wipe sweat from Dom’s forehead.

      Slowly, our breathing begins to return to normal. He kisses my arm. I kiss his throat.

      And then his mouth finds mine, and we neck deeply, his tongue playing over mine in a way he knows I love.

      “I guess we’d better get inside,” Dom finally says as he eases his body off mine.

      “You’ll have to unpack the groceries. I’m heading straight for the shower.”

      Dom nods as he pulls up his jeans. “Hey—I think we solved the privacy problem. We can always sneak into the garage.”

      I smack his stomach. “Don’t joke about that.”

      “Everything’s going to be fine,” Dom says, flashing me his übersexy smile. When he smiles like that, I’d be willing to buy a swamp from him if he promised it was good land to build a house. Lord, how I love this man.

      “All right,” I say after a minute. “I won’t make a big deal of your mother being here.”

      As much as Mama Deanna gets on my case, I’m not about to have Dom put his mother out. And in a way, I am envious. At least his mother is here. I have no clue where my mother is. The last I heard from her, she was in a Bible compound somewhere in Alabama or Mississippi. My mother is a religious fanatic—and I don’t mean that she’s someone who loves God and takes religion seriously. No, she’s one of those Bible-thumping, over-the-top, always-judging-people-for-their-shortcomings kind of religious nuts. I get the feeling at times that she’s not allowed to make calls out of the compound without permission.

      At least that’s what I tell myself to explain why I hear from her once a year if I’m lucky.

      Out of the car, I follow Dom to where he left the two grocery bags. “Remember I told you that I was thinking about going away with Claudia and Annelise?” I say.

      “Yeah.” Dom picks up both totes.

      “Well, we’re planning something for the end of the month. Jared—the cop I told you about—and his brother, Chad, will both be going. Here—let me take a bag.”

      “I’ve got it. You get the door, and I’m fine.”

      Dom is chivalrous that way, so I don’t argue. I simply open the door and hold it for him as he enters the house.

      Mama Deanna is once again sitting in the armchair and continuing to knit what I assume is something for the baby. The television is tuned now to some afternoon game show. Mama Deanna is talking to the television, telling the woman on-screen to pick box number two.

      “Hey, Ma,” Dom says as he heads into the kitchen with the groceries. His mother raises a hand in greeting, but continues to give advice to the contestant on-screen, as if the woman can possibly hear her.

      I follow Dom into the kitchen, worried that my clothes look disheveled compared to earlier. “I think we’ll try Mexico,” I say. “But I’ll tell you about it later. I’m going up to shower.”

      “Okay.”

      I ease up on my toes and give Dom a quick peck on the lips, and then I hurry upstairs, hoping Mama Deanna hasn’t figured out that Dom and I were having sex in the backseat of the car like teenagers.

      Not that we’re not entitled. It’s our house after all, and we’re adults.

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