Forever After All by Kaylee Ryan
Chapter 25
Rip
My hair is drenched with sweat, even with the cool wind that’s blowing in a summer storm. It’s Saturday, and I’m repairing the fence. I told McKenna I would be done early afternoon, but there were more spots that needed attention than I thought. So, not only am I hot, sweaty, and tired, I’m missing time with her.
Finally, the last bit of barbed wire is secure, and I’m done for the day. The sun is setting over the horizon as I tear off my T-shirt and wipe my face. That’s when I hear it—the sound of a motor. I’m expecting it to be my dad to check on things. McKenna isn’t the only one I told I would be done early afternoon. I did, however, text both of them and told them it was taking longer than anticipated, much to my dismay.
When the four-wheeler comes into view, it’s not my dad. It’s my girl, her long dark hair whipping in the wind as she makes her way to where I’m working. She turns off the engine, and I take the two small steps it takes to press my lips to hers.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hi.” She smiles. “I brought you a sandwich and some cold water. I know you packed lunch, but it’s getting late.”
“You spoil me,” I say, pressing my lips to hers again.
“Can’t a girl just be nice to her boyfriend?”
“Yes. You can.” I step back, offering her my hand and helping her step off the machine.
“How much more do you have to go? Can I help?” She hands me a small brown bag and two bottles of water.
I look down at her blue jeans, cropped tank top, and flannel she has over top of her tank. The sleeves are rolled up to her elbows. This is one of the things I love most about her. She’s just her. Just McKenna. She’s a “jeans and tank top, with flannel and cowboy boots” kind of girl. Being at college in the city didn’t change her.
“I just finished up, actually.”
“I guess I’m a little late.” She pouts.
“No. You’re not too late. In fact, I think you’re right on time.” I point to the sunset, and she smiles.
“It’s beautiful.”
“It is.” I’m not looking at the sky. I can’t take my eyes off her. Setting the food and water on the four-wheeler, I place my hands on her hips and turn us so that we’re facing the sunset. With my arms wrapped around her from behind, we watch as the sky changes in vibrant colors of oranges, pinks, and purples as the sun sets.
“Looks like a postcard,” she murmurs and then pulls out of my arms. “You need to eat.”
“I will. First, I need something from you?”
“Oh, yeah?” she asks, backing up.
“Yes.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s impossible to watch that—” I nod toward the sunset “—with you and not kiss you.”
“You want to kiss me, cowboy?” she asks, stepping closer. She lifts her hand, and I capture her wrist with one hand, sliding the other around her waist.
“I want to more than kiss you, Kenna.” I lean in close, our mouths a breath apart.
“Show me.”
That’s exactly what I do.
I kiss her, taking my time tasting her lips, enjoying the hell out of the fact that this incredible woman is mine, and I can kiss her anytime I want. She breaks the connection and smiles up at me. I’m glad I’m holding onto her because that single look makes my knees weak. I want to drop to one knee right here, right this very moment, and ask her to marry me. I want all the sunsets and sunrises with her. I want everything.
There are two small things that are stopping me. One, the way she freaked out on me last weekend when I heard her tell my sister that she was head over heels in love with me. That, and I don’t have a ring. Not yet. That’s something I’m going to remedy soon. I don’t want that to be the reason I miss the next perfect opportunity to give me her forever.
“I should pack up before the storm rolls in.”
“What can I do to help?”
I kiss her forehead. “You being here is enough. Thank you for bringing me food.”
“You didn’t even get to eat it.”
“I’ll eat it on the way back to the barn. Let me get this packed up, and I’ll follow you back to the house.”
“I know the way.”
“Yeah, but it looks as if it could pour at any minute, and I’d feel better knowing that I’m with you, just in case.”
“Fine. Let me help you pack up.”
Together we have the tools packed up in no time, and we’re headed back to the house. I eat the sandwich she brought on the way. When I get to the house, I need a shower and my girl. Maybe I’ll even convince her for both at the same time.
It doesn’t take long for the clouds to build and darken. The sunset we just wanted is long since gone and replaced with dark clouds and the threat of storms.
“Go on inside,” I tell McKenna when we get back to the barn. The rain is already sprinkling from the sky. It’s only a matter of time before it unleashes.
“You sure you don’t want help?”
“Nah. I’m going to close up, and I’ll be right behind you.”
“See you inside,” she says, jogging off for the house. I watch her until she makes it to the porch just as the sky unleashes with what seems like buckets of rainfall from the sky.
Putting away all of the tools so I can easily find them the next time I need them, I throw away my empty water bottles from the cooler, and it’s still pouring down rain. I refuse to waste more time out here in the barn when my girl is in the house. Locking up the barn, I make a run for it. By the time I make it to the porch, I’m soaked. I look like I took a dip in the pond. Not wanting to create a pool in the house, I strip down to my boxer briefs.
The front door opens, and McKenna hands me a towel. Before taking it from her hands, I pull my underwear down my legs, dropping them to the pile of wet clothes, before wrapping the towel around my waist.
“Come in here before someone sees you.” She chuckles.
“Mom and Dad can’t see me from their place, and all the farmhands are gone for the day.”
“Still.” She shakes her head.
“What? Are you jealous?”
“No. I mean, it’s your bare ass. You can show it to whoever you want.” She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly.
“You need to work on your poker face, lawyer girl,” I tease. “That scowl gives you away.”
“Fine. I’m not exactly thrilled that anyone could show up and see you in all of your glory.”
“My glory?” I ask, fighting my laughter.
“Get in here.” She tugs on my arm, pulling me into the house and shutting the door behind us.
“Well, you got me in here, now what are you going to do with me?” I ask. Grabbing the towel, I pull it from where I have it tucked around my waist and begin to dry my hair.
Her eyes travel to my dick, and she licks her lips. “Rip.” She closes her mouth as she takes a step closer. When I feel her hand wrap around my dick, I drop the wet towel to the floor.
“I need a shower.”
“You’re all wet,” she says huskily.
“Kenna?”
“Yeah?”
“Shower. Now.”
“I’m good,” she says as she strokes me from root to tip.
“Baby, I’m still dripping water all over the floor, and if you keep doing that, the mess is going to be even bigger.”
“You think so?” she asks, running the pad of her thumb over the head of my dick.
“Fuck it.”
She squeals when I bend to lift her into my arms. She lets go of my dick, and I lift her bridal style.
“What are you doing?” she asks, laughing.
“We’re going to shower.”
“Is that how this relationship is going to go? When you want something, you’re just going to manhandle me to seeing things your way?”
“Baby, you can do whatever the hell you want with me once I get you in that shower. I’ve been working outside all day, and I’m a sweaty mess. Give me two minutes to soap up and rinse off, and then I’m all yours.”
“All mine.”
“All yours. Now strip,” I say, entering the bathroom and placing her feet on the floor. Reaching into the shower, I turn on the water and don’t wait for it to get warm. I step inside and get to work lathering up. By the time I’m ready to rinse, the water is warm, and McKenna is stepping inside. “Perfect timing,” I say, spinning to make sure all the soap is off my body.
Turning back to face her, I spread my arms wide. “Do your worst,” I tell her.
She grins and pushes on my chest, moving me backward until the backs of my legs hit the shower bench. “Sit.”
“Yes, ma’am.” She drops to her knees, and my dick throbs with need.
“Hands on the bench,” she instructs. She takes it a step further and places my hands exactly where she wants them on the edge of the bench.
I can’t take my eyes off her as her tongue peeks out past her full, plump lips and traces the tip of my dick. I open my mouth to tell her how good it feels when she takes me in her mouth. “Fuck, I wasn’t ready,” I pant, as the feeling of her wet hot mouth surrounding me crashes into me.
She releases me with an audible pop and looks me in the eye. “I want you to come. Tell me what you like so I can make that happen.”
“You, Kenna.” I lift my hand, and she shakes her head and points to the bench. “I need to touch you.”
“No. You need to tell me what you like. What feels good so I can do that. To you,” she adds.
“I already told you. It’s you, baby. When it’s the love of your life kneeling before you with your cock in her mouth, that’s pretty much all it takes.” Her eyes soften, and she nods just before she takes me back into her mouth.
My hands grip the bench so hard I’m not certain that I’m not leaving marks in the stone. I want to close my eyes and just feel, but the sight of her head bobbing up and down on my dick is something I can’t look away from. She’s working me with her hands and her mouth, and I feel the telltale sign of tingles racing up and down my spine.
She stares up at me with those big brown eyes, her mouth full of my cock, and gives a subtle shake of her head. “Kenna, I-I’m close,” I say, barely holding on. Letting go of the bench, I tap her shoulder to get her attention. What she does next has me shooting my load down her throat, with her name falling from my lips.
She takes everything I give her before releasing me and wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. The warm water of the shower is still on, filling the room with steam. Pulling her into my lap, I kiss her with everything I am. I kiss her over and over, not giving a fuck that she just had my dick in her mouth. When I finally get feeling back in my legs, I stand and place her on the bench, dropping to my knees before her.
“That was for you,” she says, pushing my hair out of my eyes.
“And this is for you.” I put pressure on her thighs, spread her legs apart, and close my mouth over her clit. I eat at her like she’s my last meal. Almost instantly, her hands burrow in my hair, and she’s calling out my name. I don’t move my mouth until her legs stop quivering, and she loosens her grip.
“Wow,” she breathes.
“Wow is right,” I say, standing.
“No, I mean that—” She points to my hard dick.
“Yeah, I’m not done with you.” Stepping out of the shower, I grab a condom, and I’m back, sheathed and lifting her from the bench. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I slide inside her. “Perfect fit,” I say, pressing her back against the shower wall.
“Show me.”
“My pleasure.” I pull back and slam home over and over and over again. I need her to come because I’m ready to, and I refuse to go again without her. Moving to the bench, I sit. “Spin around,” I tell her.
Doing as I ask, she turns her back to me and slides her pussy over my cock. “Oh.” She exhales.
“Come back to me,” I say, and she doesn’t hesitate to lean her back against my chest. Reaching around her, my hand finds her clit, and I stroke her while lifting my hips, giving her all of me.
“Rip, that’s… so good,” she puffs.
“Come for me, Kenna. I can’t hold on any longer. Your pussy is going crazy. I need you to come for me.”
“Faster,” she pants.
I abandon her clit and place my hands on her hips. I lift her up and slam her back down over and over again. Her pussy convulses; she’s close.
“There. Right. There,” she says, tilting her head back.
Two more thrusts and I feel her coming, and I allow myself to spill over inside her. My entire body is spent but in the best possible way. We manage to clean up and dry off before falling into bed exhausted.
