beautiful woman, the Brimstone was running smooth ly , and the weather was great . Now if only I could do something about my raging damned hard - on , all would be good. An hour worth of driving with Kehau's large breasts and crotch pressed into his deltoids and hips was enough to drive all the blood in his body straight to his crotch . Even in a pair of Cinch jeans, it wasn ’ t helping the situation at all . If I don’t get lucky tonight, my dick may commit mutiny.
It also didn't help that her hands were gradually slipping lower and lower down his torso . This is the part where Gunny Adams would tell me to shut up and enjoy it . Oh well, guess I can't argue with that . It had been a long minute since he 'd got ten laid though . His work schedule kept him busy at all hours, and no woman in her right mind would just sit around waiting for him to come home from another trip somewhere .
He turned his head to look at something and her lips brushed across the edges of his ear . That got his attention in a hurry. Whisper dirty phrases in my ear too while you’re at it , he mused . Yep, Gunny'd definitely have gotten a kick out of this.
Up ahead on the right, he could make out the white cross atop St . Joachim's, the tiny Catholic Church on North Shore . Wish you could see me now , Gunny . He crossed himself as they drove past the church . He did it every time, a silent salute in respect to the man that saved his life that day in al-Nasiriya .
Wish you could have been with us the day Baghdad fell . You deserved it , Gunny . And the boys did you proud in Fallujah.
"Is everything okay?" Kehau asked, suddenly concerned when she felt him tense slightly .
"Sure thing . We're almost there , " taking a deep breath to relax his body.
"Oh good . I'm g etting hungry for that shave ice you promised."
Twenty-five minutes later, they pulled into the park ing lot at Matsumoto's Shave Ice shop.
"I thought Matsumoto's was closed by now?" Kehau asked.
"Nope, I'm friends with the owners . They have an order waiting for us." Jax stood up, leaving his leather gloves behind on the seat . Reaching down, he lent Kehau a hand to stand up.
"Oh, thank you."
"You're welcome." Though I love seeing your legs on display like that . The most perfect legs ever . Tan, muscular, and she’d definitely shaven them recently from the shine, indicating recently lotioned skin. He’d ran his arm across them while he was driving just to see how they felt . Smooth as glass . The sort of legs a man caressed and teased half the night as he worked his way up her inner thighs, making her moan his name long and loud . And repeatedly.
Mentally, Kehau waged an argument with herself . He’s so courteous it’s insane . Which doesn’t add up with how he beat Sione like he did . It doesn’t make any sense at all , she fumed.
Sitting down together, he handed her a massive plastic flower bowl . "Piña Colada and li hi ng mui with mango ice cream and all the trimmings."
"How did you know I liked all this?” she said, surprised.
“Good guess ." At her raised brow he confessed, " And I asked your roommates while I was at the house earlier today .”
But you remembered it too ! No man she had ever been with listened never mind remembering or even caring about anything she liked.
“Hard to forget what a pretty woman likes . Especially when they’re nice like you are. "
That earned him another smile as Kehau tried to cover up her embarrassment at his statement, and a leg inadvertently sliding across his calf , causing a shiver to run through his body . This girl definitely has an effect on me.
“So you know,” he said in between bites. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.”
Kehau couldn’t remember the last time Sione had taken her for a drive . Just a drive . With nowhere in mind to go, nowhere to be, and no responsibilities . Instead everything had revolved around him : photo shoots, a meeting with an NFL agent, scouts, blogger interviews . Looking
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