‘Kendra, I’m sorry. Kendra, wait!’ He struggled to catch up with her. ‘I just panicked when I couldn’t find you. I’m sorry, OK. I panicked.’
‘And you just assumed that I was on the make. Fuck you, Garrett! Fuck you!’
It was then that he realized she was leading him off the main path into the darkened edge of the park. ‘Kendra, where are you going?’
She didn’t respond, so he kept following her up a winding path deeper into the center of the park.
At the top of the hill, in a grove of hawthorn trees and rose bushes in fragrant full bloom, there was a bench. The leaves of the trees admitted a tiny pool of light from the street lamps just above it. ‘Kendra, where the hell are you going?’ He grabbed her hand, and she turned on him so quickly that he thought for sure this was when she would slap him – certainly, he couldn’t blame her – but instead she fisted both hands in the front of his hoodie and pulled him to her in an angry kiss, then one hand migrated into the front of his track bottoms, and inside his boxers.
‘God, Kendra, what the –?’
She swallowed up his words, biting his lip, sucking his tongue, licking at the back of his teeth and his hard palate until he couldn’t breathe. Her fist around his cock was a stranglehold, and even in its discomfort it felt like he was in heaven. ‘Kendra, I can’t …’ He tried to push her hand away, but the other hand snaked in and jerked his bottoms and boxers down over his ass until he could feel the night air on bare flesh. He wriggled and squirmed, his heart racing in his chest. ‘Jesus, Kendra, you can’t be serious. This is a public place. What if someone –?’
She bit his lip hard enough that he wondered if she’d drawn blood, and his cock surged so strongly in her hand that he feared he’d come right there.
‘Shut up, Garrett,’ she growled against his mouth. ‘I need you to fuck me, so just shut up.’
He heard the crackle of foil and, with a sleight of hand that nearly took his breath away, she sheathed him in the condom. Then, with hands that seemed as full of anger and need as the rest of her, she ripped open the fly of her shredded jeans and shoved them down. Christ! There were no panties!
‘I need you, Garrett.’ She struggled to breathe. ‘I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t wait. Right now. Right now!’ She turned her back to him, still shoving and pushing at the jeans until they were down around her thighs and the rounded heart shape of her bottom showed in the pale light. Then she bent over and rested a palm onto the seat of the park bench. With the other hand, she reached behind her, grabbed his hip, and pulled him up close until his cock pressed into the valley between her buttocks. ‘Do it, Garrett. I can’t stand it any longer. Do it now!’ She wasn’t trying to be quiet. She wasn’t trying to be subtle. She didn’t care that there were other people still using the park, that they might get caught, and Garrett felt like he’d burst at the very thought of what they were doing – and where.
She opened herself to him and shifted her hips, while he, with one hand low on her back and the other on his cock, fumbled and maneuvered until he slid home. She grunted a curse and pushed back onto him hard, and they both cried out as they began to thrust.
Her beret tumbled off behind the park bench and he grabbed at her ponytail as it fell free, reining her in with it. He yanked her back toward him like it might help him control her somehow. He yanked her back until he could bury his mouth against her neck, rake her pulse point with his teeth, suckle and nip until the sounds coming from both their throats were feral groans and grunts.
With a quick movement, she unhooked her bra, grabbed his free hand, and guided it to the bounce and the fullness of her breasts, nipples tight and puckered against the rake of his thumb. Then she grabbed his hand from her hair and brought his fingers to her mouth, licking and nibbling before she shoved them down between her legs, down to the heavy strain of her clit.
They were both too far gone to hold back much longer, and it took little more than a stroke between her legs before she came, growling and straining and nearly collapsing onto the bench as he came, juddering in hard waves inside her.
It was only as their breathing began to return to normal that he could hear her sniffles. As he pulled out, she stood and wiped her nose on the back of her hand, then jerked her jeans up as though they’d made her angry somehow.
She stuffed her bra into the pocket of his hoodie with a hard shove, bent to retrieve her beret, and was already heading down the path before he could deal with the condom and get settled back into his track bottoms. He hurried to catch up. ‘Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions back there at The Boiling Point. It’s just I was so scared when I couldn’t find you, and I saw the way everyone was looking at you earlier.’