Chapter 9
TARA
“ C hrist, buddy. Muzzle your bi—” Before the prick hovering opposite us can finish his sentence, Hush has the front of his shirt in a balled-up fist. The word gets cut off in a half-scream as Hush tugs him forward and smashes his face into the table.
Glassware, plates, and cutlery go flying off the table as the guy crumples like a sack of potatoes.
Hush is on his feet, fists raised and ready for the second who approaches.
He storms around the table, met by a firm right hook from Hush that makes an awful thudding noise.
The third remains in the distance, mouth agape as he recoils away from the table.
The entire restaurant goes quiet, heads snapping to the scene. And then there’s laughter, joyous and free from a young boy two tables over.
“Look, Mama.” The kid is in frantic hysterics, pointing at the third guy. “He peed himself.”
“William,” his Mama reprimands him.
“Sorry for spoiling your evening, folks.” For the first time ever, at least with me present, Hush’s voice booms across the room. “It’s over now. You can go back to your meals.”
The two who stepped up to my man start scampering in the direction they came, joining their piss-soaked buddy, before they all run out the door together.
When the dust settles and everyone returns to their night out, I launch out of my chair and swing my arms around Hush’s shoulders. Pulling him into a kiss, one that shows a fraction of how hot I find him, my heart flutters wildly against my ribcage when he doesn’t try to stop me.
“That was amazing,” I say, standing on my tippy toes, hanging off his shoulders. “You’re amazing.”
“Me? Don’t sell yourself short, doc. You’re the one who really gave it to them.” Hush rests his hands on the small of my back. He sees this embrace as the soft, tender sort, but I’ve got a very different idea in mind.
“Come with me.” I slide my hand into his and yank him in my direction as I storm to the exit.
“What about our grub?” Hush laughs and smiles while I pull him through the tables.
“We’re not going far. We’ll grab it after.” Out of breath and overly excited, my words come out strained. This has to be confusing for him, and I’ll do my best to explain it when we get back home.
But right now, I need to feel his strong hands against my body. Hear the rumble in his chest. Come together as one, in the best way possible with him.
We break out of the building and step into the warm, stale air. I give Hush a few more steps away from the building before I slip my hands behind his head and pull him into a kiss. I keep leading him onward while we kiss, trying my best to look up and down the sidewalk to see if anyone’s around.
Apart from the three scattering to their car, and a group of four doing the same, we’re alone.
“You’re so fucking hot. That was so fucking hot.” Words spew out of me with giddy excitement.
Hush accepts my words as his mouth sinks down my face and settles just below my ear.
“You came all the way outside just to tell me that?” Hot breath tickles my ear, and I squirm.
“I came outside to fuck you,” I admit, unapologetically. Two nights ago, I would’ve been too nervous to say it, afraid that it might make Hush uncomfortable. After what we just went through, I can’t contain myself.
“In public?” He chuckles.
“Look around.” Lost to the intensity I thrust upon him, Hush didn’t notice me leading him farther from the building and slipping into the shadows of a nearby alleyway.
Even in the dark, I can see the flash of his pearly whites brought forward by his grinning excitement.
“Good thing I wore a dress, huh?” Teasing him, I tug at the hem higher and higher until it passes my hips. “Know what’s even better? I’m not wearing any panties.”
Hush gulps so hard I can hear it. “No panties, you say?”
“See, I planned ahead on the off-chance you’d need an emergency session with the doctor.” I cock my head to the side, imagining what his face looks like in the dark. Surely dumbfounded, but with a hint of that cocky, winning smile he so rarely has on display.
“You’re right.” His hands snap onto my naked hips, and he uses them to pull our bodies tighter together. “This definitely calls for an emergency meeting, but something tells me it’s more for you than me.”
I snicker at his comment, releasing my dress from one hand and rolling it over his shoulder. “Might be, or maybe I know what you want better than you do.”
Pressing my lips against his jawline, I pepper soft kisses across his five o’clock shadow.
Taking it as his sign to continue, Hush uses his grip on my waist to hoist me into his arms. I straddle his hips with my legs, and it doesn’t take long for his throbbing manhood to find its way against my sex.
“We better make it quick,” Hush groans, his eyes fixed on the sky above us. “The old folks might worry we skipped dinner if we don’t.”
“Your wish is my command,” I whisper against his cheek and drop my hands between our bodies to start working on his pants. I lower the zip, slide my hand through the hole, and tease his erection with my fingertips while I loosen it from his boxers.
Overzealous and ready to conquer me, Hush stumbles forward until he has me pinned against the wall. He snaps his head to mine, sucking my lips into a messy kiss, while I struggle blind to guide his cock to my?—
Never mind.
Loose fumbling does the trick, and the tip of his spear hits its mark before I can realize what’s happening. Holding back my moan for anyone who might be able to hear, I latch onto Hush’s belt and pull him deeper.
Hush pauses our kiss, his hands squeezing my ass, and I can feel the mighty roar he wants to release, rumbling in his chest. But the sound doesn’t come, not while we’re outside and exposed to the world. Instead, he utters a pained, choking grunt that he tries to remedy by clearing his throat.
“I fucking love being inside you,” he whispers.
“Prove it,” I answer, wanting him to let go and give me every damn thing he’s got.
Pinning me firmly to the wall, Hush starts rolling back on his feet. His length slides out of me until only the head remains lodged inside, and after a brief pause, he slams it back in as deep as it will go.
I bury my face in his chest, unable to hold back my whimpering and sputtering, with Hush repeating his intense thrusting in my walls. His cock is fucking perfect. A single touch is enough to make me lose touch with reality. Fucking lose my mind altogether, really.
There’s no controlling my spasming limbs.
My eyes roll, jaw clenching on his shirt to use it as a makeshift gag, lungs burning from the lack of oxygen my short breaths take in.
It only takes that first thrust for warmth to nestle in my belly.
Fireworks to shoot off in my mind’s eye.
My pussy throbbing in want for more, but unable to handle anymore of his cock’s glorious pleasure.
“I’m gonna fill you up, baby,” Hush groans into my ear, distracting me from my attempts to make heads or tails of how amazing the last few days have been.
I want to tell him I’m right on the edge. That we’re about to come together, unite as one in ways we never thought possible, but I can’t. My mind’s blank from his swollen cock stretching my aching sex while he pounds wave after wave of euphoria into me.
Hush groans as I reach new heights of ecstasy on his cock. But that sound, and two more thrusts bring him up here with me, as he drains his balls inside of me.
He holds me in place a while, resting one of his cheeks against mine while fighting to catch his breath. I wrap my arms around him in the tightest bear hug I can muster, wanting to feel every inch of his body against mine.
“Hey, Tara,” he says, a quivering hint hanging on those words.
“Hey, yourself.” A smile beams across my face.
“Might sound crazy, but…” His pause after starting a sentence like that should make me nervous, but it doesn’t. He could say anything to me right now, and it would be the perfect sentence. “I think I love you.”
My heart all but explodes in my chest as he says those words. Out of pure reflex, I almost ask him to pinch me so I’ll know this isn’t a dream. But taking a second to compose myself and banish my overwhelming need to scream in excitement, I answer him, “Good.”
His head snaps in my direction, and though I can’t see it, I’m sure it’s flooded with confusion or concern. “Because I know I love you, Hush.”
Jolly voices from patrons leaving the restaurant pull us back to reality, and Hush gets me back on my feet. He takes one of my hands in his, and we walk back the way we came.
Could life get any better?