Walk with Me (BookStrand Publishing Mainstream) (24 page)

Joseph smiles at me. “You are absolutely right and that is why I like to read and study it. Knowing your history empowers you with the ability to make educated decisions. You are very wise for someone of your age.”

Connie chimes in. “That’s why she and Donovan get along so well. They are both old souls and mature beyond their years.” Connie stands up from the loveseat. “I’m making lunch. I have a pot of split pea soup on the stove. Do you want me to make you and Donovan some lunch, too?”

I stand up, too, and grab my backpack. “I need to talk with Donovan and see what he wants to do. Joseph says he’s out in the workshop so I’ll go check in with him first, but please don’t wait for us.”

“Okay, dear. I’ll leave the soup on the stove to keep warm. No rush to decide.”

God, I love Donovan’s parents. They are so easygoing and easy to talk with. I don’t need to put on airs or try to prove myself to them. They seem accepting of me and my involvement in Donovan’s life. I bet they are the type of parents that support whatever Donovan decides to do as long as he’s happy. No pressures. No demands. No ultimatums, which is why Donovan is so grounded and humble. I don’t get what happened with his brother, Dillon. What went wrong with their parenting style with Dillon, unless they changed after his death?

The light is on in the workshop and I spot movement inside. I stand at the doorway, leaning against the jamb watching Donovan. His back is to the door and he’s engrossed in his project at hand. The stereo is set to the latest and greatest songs on Sirius XM and he seems to be moving to the rhythm of the song playing. He’s wearing his perfectly snug jeans, a plain white T-shirt, and no shoes. He’s working with a hand tool shaving fine layers of wood from the surface of the chest he’s been building.

His movements are hypnotic. Donovan is holding the tool firmly in both hands and with his entire body he leans over the area, dropping the tool to the wood and pulling it back toward his body. His hips flex and arm muscles contract when he pulls the tool back and then his whole body relaxes when he leans forward again. I can’t see his face, but his body seems to be at one with his project. He is lost in the process of what he is doing. I can stand here and watch him all day.

Donovan lifts the tool from the surface and runs his hand over the wood. “Are you enjoying the view?” he asks, without looking my way.

How long has he known I’ve been standing here? Now I’m embarrassed, caught spying on him. “Yes. This is one of my favorite views of you.” It really is. I love that rock-hard ass of his, and I wish I was the one he was leaning over and rocking back and forth on.

Donovan, with definitive movements, places the tool on the shelf and turns to face me. When I meet his eyes, my chest tightens and my knees go weak. He saunters toward me and I reposition my body against the inside wall for support before my legs buckle under me. He flashes me his all-American grin, dimples and all, that lights up his face. With less than four steps he closes the gap between us and presses his body against mine, holding me at my hips.

“Hi,” he says with a lustful glint in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“I’m here now.” I say between my reedy breaths.

“I know and it makes me very happy.”

Donovan lowers his head and grazes my lips with his. I match his gentle movements with my mouth and slide my hands over his thick biceps to his shoulders. Our tongues enter the play and I arch my chest to his, closing the gap between our bodies. My leg curls up to his hip and Donovan reaches under my thigh, pressing his growing hardness between my legs. The pressure of his hardened length excites a moan from my mouth and starts a frenzied reaction between us. Donovan leaves my mouth sucking and nipping at my neck. He reaches down for my other leg and pulls it around his waist, lifting me up and pinning me to the wall. I move my arms from his shoulders to his neck to hold my upper body close to him while both my legs are locked around his waist.

Without another word, Donovan peels me from the wall and walks me to his room. I lick and suck at his outer ear. I find his meaty earlobe and begin sucking and biting it.

“Ugh, Kenna, you are going to make me lose it right here. You have no idea how hot that feels.” Once inside his room, Donovan kicks the door shut.

I wiggle my hips against his erection and smirk at him. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

Donovan covers his mouth back over mine, kissing me, and sits on the foot of his bed with me straddling him. He reaches for the hem of my shirt and with one solid movement pulls it off, fumbling for my bra hooks. I break our kiss just long enough to show him the hook in the front. His eyes light up at the delight of the front latch. With one hand he unsnaps my bra and flings it to the ground. Caressing and kneading my breast, Donovan begins kissing me at my neck and moves his mouth down to my cleavage and over to my nipple. I arch my breast into his mouth as he sucks and licks at it. Reaching for my other breast, Donovan pinches and rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his mouth works on my other breast. Heat and moisture is building between my legs and I ache for him to be inside me.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I plead, pushing myself off Donovan to undo his pants. He rips his shirt off and lifts his hips to help me pull his pants off. He’s sitting on the foot of his bed in his black boxer briefs, and I stand over him, kissing his beautiful mouth, and reach down, stroking him over his boxers. I break our kiss, but without breaking eye contact, I slide my hands in the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down. Donovan kicks them off and takes my head in his hands, pulling my mouth to his, and kisses me with fevered passion. I reach down and start stroking him again. I want to touch him, kiss him, suck him.

I pull my mouth from his and kneel to the floor between his legs. Donovan watches my every move. I drop my eyes to his erection and all its beauty. It’s so perfect, so pink, so hard, and so big. The head is perfectly shaped, like a large mushroom, and looks like an arrow with a slight bend to the right. I continue touching and stroking it, when I look up between my eyelashes and see Donovan watching me. His swollen lips are pressed together, forming an
O
shape, and his half-hooded eyes tell me he likes what I’m doing and that excites me more. Oh, I like this effect I have on him. I lean in, flicking my tongue out, and lick the head, catching a small dewdrop from the tip. It’s kind of sweet and salty at the same time. “Mmm,” I say and continue licking around his head. I lick down his shaft before moving my mouth back to the top. The skin is so smooth and soft. I cover my mouth over the head, sucking and licking it in my mouth. I commit every curve to memory with my mouth and tongue.

He tenderly places his hands on the sides of my hair, urging my head lower on him. I follow his lead, since this is the first time I’ve ever done this before, and pull him deeper into my mouth. I hold onto the base with one hand to keep it in place and suck down, bringing my lips toward my hand, pushing his soft tip to the back of my throat. I reposition my neck a little and relax my throat, taking him all in.

“Oh fuck, Kenna. You better stop. Now.”

I freeze before slowly drawing him out of my mouth, licking and sucking along the way, but stop just at his head. I love this. It tastes so good. I don’t want to stop, but I don’t want things to end just yet. I kiss the head and sit back on my heels sporting a smug grin.

Donovan reaches for me, pulling me to a standing position, and begins undoing and pulling down my jeans. “You do that very well. Have you had much practice with that?”

“No. It’s my first time.”

“Really? You could have fooled me,” he says, kissing my bare stomach. “Now it’s my turn.”

Uh-oh. What does that mean? Donovan switches places with me and lays me down on the foot of his bed. I prop myself up on my elbows, so I, too, can watch him in action. He kisses my stomach and dips his tongue in my belly button. “I like flat tummies,” he says, kissing down toward my pubic bone. With both hands he peels down my panties. He brings them to his nose and inhales deeply. “You smell so good,” he says hungrily, and lays them to the side. He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls my legs open. He kisses me from my knee down to the inside of my thigh, stops, and repeats the same on the other leg. This time he stops at the apex of my thighs and with gentle sweeps of his tongue licks and sucks in my folds.

“Wow. You’re so wet, Kenna. Mmm. You taste as good as you smell. So sweet. My little sweet pea. So tender and sweet. I think you liked having me in your mouth.”

The thought makes me a little shy. When he looks up at me I just lick my lips and smile.

Donovan tucks his head back between my legs, licking and sucking again. I lay back flat and enjoy the sensation his mouth is creating on and around my sweet spot…my sweet pea. With passion building, my moans come faster. Before I explode, I pull his mouth off me and Donovan back onto the bed next to me. I want him inside me. No, I
need
him inside me now. He kisses his way up my body and wipes his mouth before pulling me to a seated position with him, kissing me on the lips.

He moves his lips to my neck and then to my ear. “You on top,” he whispers, pulling my legs astride his body.

“I don’t know how to do on top.”

“I’ll help you,” he says and hands me a condom. I tear it open and unroll the thin sheath over him.

I position his head at my opening and slowly sink down on him—claiming him. I release a soft whimper. Oh God it feels so good to have him inside me, swelling and growing harder. Donovan grabs at my hips, digging his fingers in my sides, and pulls me up and then back down, burying himself deeper into me with the flex of his hips.

“Oh my.” I tilt my head back with pleasure.

Again he pulls me up and back down. I begin to understand the rhythm and match the movements on my own without having to think about it. This allows me to relish in the pure ecstasy of it all and let the breaths and moans come naturally. I look down at Donovan’s face holding contentment in his half-lidded eyes, watching me in the throes of passion. This eye contact is my undoing and my burning flame ignites within me. I throw my head back, let out a deep moan, and continue rocking on top of him as I pulsate from deep within my groin.

When my body calms, Donovan sits up and pulls me close to him and continues rocking into me with deep thrusts. Our mouths crash together and with one final thrust he stills and a guttural growl climbs from his throat. We continue kissing as our breathing calms.

Donovan falls back flat to the bed and lets out a sigh of contentment. “You are so amazing. Making love with you is so incredible.” He pulls me down to his chest, “Come here,” he says, giving me the most tender, loving kiss. “I love you so much, Kenna.”

“I know. And…I’m falling in love with you, too.” I lay my head on his chest.

After a few minutes of quiet breathing I speak. “Do you think I should go on the pill? That way we won’t have to keep using condoms.”

“I don’t mind condoms. It’s all I’ve ever used. Plus, there are always side effects when you take medication. Don’t start taking the pill for me. But if the condoms bother you, I’m okay with it.”

“Okay. I’ll think about it.” I fold my hands under my chin to raise my head to Donovan’s level and he props a pillow behind his head. “Oh. I forgot, or I should say, I got sidetracked. Your mom wants to know if we would like for her to make us lunch.”

“What do you want to do today, Kenna? It’s up to you.”

“I kind of want to just hang out here, if that’s okay with you. I was enjoying watching you work on your project and I have a paper I need to work on anyway. I don’t need to be entertained all the time. Just being here with you is all I need.” I tap on his chest to emphasize my point.

“That sounds perfect to me.” Donovan rubs my arms and strokes my back. “Are you going to spend the night with me?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Always. I don’t want you ever to leave.” He lifts his head, kissing my forehead.

I just smile, but that’s exactly how I feel. I don’t want to ever leave him, too, and when we part on his work days, it’s like we’ve grown together, all intertwined, and then we have to pull apart, ripping and tearing a little of ourselves each time we separate. “Then I need to go by my place to get a change of clothes for school tomorrow.”

“Okay. We can go out for dinner and swing by your place then.”

“And I’ll see if I can help your mom make us some lunch and bring it out to the shop.”

Donovan pulls in front of my place and parks the car. “I’ll just be a few minutes. Do you want to wait in the car?”

“Yeah. I have a few calls to make. Don’t rush.” He takes my hand and kisses the back of it.

I lean over and give him a quick peck on the lips. “I won’t be long.”

I bounce out of the car and into my place, throwing clothes and toiletries into my overnight bag. I want to get back to Donovan as quickly as I can. What an afternoon—so mellow. I’m so happy and content with this man and my life at this time. He is making falling in love with him so easy. He is so easy to love, and I want to be his everything. He makes me want to be a better person for him.

The doorbell rings.
I didn’t think I was taking that long?
Maybe Donovan changed his mind about staying in the car or he needs to use the bathroom before dinner? Or maybe he just couldn’t stay away from me too long? I run to the front door, wearing a cheesy smile, and pull it open to be greeted by someone other than Donovan.