by Marci Bolden
Seducing Kate
M. Bolden
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Also By Marci Bolden
About the Author
1
My obsession was born with a simple introduction.
“Mom, meet my roommate, Kyle Chambers,” Justin said.
I’d never found older women attractive, at least none who weren’t sexpot movie stars, but Justin’s mom was fucking hot. I had to swallow before I could find my voice. “Thanks for having me, Ms. Ellis.” I extended my hand to her.
She took it in hers, and my heart skipped a beat at the heat radiating from her smooth palm and long, manicured fingers.
“Call me Kate. Ms. Ellis is my mother, and I am not my mother.”
Kate was perfect. A messy ponytail kept her long red hair away from her face as she stirred a pot of pasta sauce. Her cheeks were pink against her pale skin, and her eyes were bright green. When her thick lips curved into an inviting smile, the deep creases around her eyes only added to her beauty.
Holy shit. Her voice was soft and smooth. It reminded me of one of those 900-number commercials that played late at night. I imagined her curled up on a big bed with her bottom lip stuck out in a pout as she said Call me for a good time. The thought made my cock twitch.
“Dinner is almost ready.” She returned her attention to the contents of the pot.
Justin opened the fridge and leaned inside. With both of their backs turned, I looked over Kate’s slender frame. My gaze lingered on the ass snugly tucked into her dark jeans. I probably could have stared all night long, but a bulky man walked into the kitchen. His slicked-back blond hair and long sideburns made him look like a cocky asshole—one of those know-it-all bastards who treated women like property. As much as I hated the thought of this dick touching Kate, I knew he must have been her boyfriend—the one Justin had been bitching about since we’d started sharing a dorm room at the beginning of the semester.
“Hey, guys,” he said.
I immediately disliked him. Kate smiled and looked at him as if he’d done something incredible by acknowledging us. Her approval made me want to punch him in the face.
Justin had told me that Kate and John constantly fought. Justin had tried to convince her to get rid of the guy, but he said she had a thing for losers. Seeing this jackass for myself confirmed in my mind that Justin wasn’t just overprotective of his mother. She really did like assholes. This guy screamed dickhead with his tight jeans and his fake-leather jacket.
“You must be Kyle,” the douchebag said. “I’m John, Kate’s errand boy.” He showed me proof by holding up a bag from the grocery store.
“Quit whining,” she teased, reaching for the bag and then setting it on the counter.
“What’s up, Justin?” John asked.
I sensed tension in the room.
John had cheated on Kate over the summer, and Justin had been pissed as hell when she’d taken him back. He’d told me about it enough times that I was pissed too. From what Justin said, Kate was too sweet and forgiving, and John took advantage of her whenever he could.
Justin barely glanced up as he cracked open a can of soda. “Not much. You?”
“Same old, same old.”
“Figures.” Justin sounded like he was already bored with the conversation. His disinterested look said he’d rather be anywhere but talking to John.
Kate cleared her throat and cocked a brow at Justin.
“I’m going to show Kyle around,” Justin said.
I glanced back as we walked out of the kitchen. John held his hands palm up, as if to say he’d tried, and Kate acknowledged his attempt with a smile. “Well, that was awkward,” I said.
“The dude’s a douchebag.” Justin’s voice was strained. “I don’t know why the hell she let him come back. Whatever. It’s her business, not mine.”
Justin flipped on the light switch of a homey but not lived-in guest room. I eased my bag onto the neatly made bed. “He’ll do it again,” I said. Actually, I hoped. “Then she’ll be done with him.”
“Yeah. Whatever,” he said.
I looked around the room. An unframed canvas hung on the wall—a landscape done in muted colors.
Justin noticed me looking at it. “Mom wants to be Picasso or some shit. These things are all over the house. Tell her you like them, and she’ll adopt you.”
I laughed. But as I did, I made a mental note to compliment her work later.
After dinner, Justin and I played video games in the den. After we killed zombies for a few hours, I went upstairs to change into sweatpants. As I fumbled in the dark for the light switch in the guest room, I heard a noise that made me stop.
There were only four rooms on the second floor: the guest room, Justin’s room, the bathroom and, next to my room, Kate’s bedroom.
When I heard the noise again, I closed the door behind me and moved deeper into my room. I held my breath and closed my eyes. Kate’s room and mine shared a common wall, and as I leaned close to it, I heard what sounded like a bed moving.
It wasn’t the occasional creak of someone rolling over. The sounds were steady and fast—the rhythm of bodies having sex. And from what I could hear through the wall, it sounded like some pretty serious fucking.
My speculation was confirmed when John let out a guttural moan followed by a cry from Kate.
My cock stiffened as I imagined her on her knees on the bed getting rammed from behind. I could almost picture her creamy breasts with rose-colored areolas and tight nipples bouncing as her body was invaded. I imagined her eyes closed as her teeth bit into her plump lower lip.
“Fuck me,” she demanded.
Though her plea was quieted by the wall that separated us, I knew she was coming. A moment later she cried out again, this time a deep moan that almost sounded pained. Then the creaking of the bed slowed to a stop. I listened for a few more moments, but the room next to mine was quiet.
I hurried out of my jeans and into a pair of sweatpants then tugged my T-shirt down to make sure it covered my still-stiff cock. I heard Kate’s door open and cracked my door enough to peer out. I grinned when I saw her slip into the bathroom and close the door. I snuck into the hallway and stood in front of the bathroom door, waiting for her to reemerge. I wanted to see her face, to try to smell the sex on her. I stood in the dark hall, hiding in the shadows, until I heard the doorknob turn. When Kate opened the door, I moved from the shadows toward the bathroom. I acted surprised to see her there.
Kate gasped and put a hand to her chest. “Oh, shit, you scared me.”
Her fuzzy pink robe was open enough to reveal the curve of her breast. I saw just a flash before she pulled it closed, but at the sight, I stuttered for a moment. It must have been obvious that I’d seen her. Luckily she was cool enough not to say anything, but she didn’t do a very good job of hiding her grin. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, but I could tell she was amused by what she probably thought had embarrassed me.
“Sorry,” I finally managed to say. “I just came up to change out of my jeans. I was in stealth mode so I didn’t wake you and John up.”
She laughed, the seductive tone of a woman who had just had sex. Her cheeks were flushed, and her lips looked puffy. Her hair was in a ponytail, but it was messy, like she’d pulled the mass of auburn strands back without brushing them. She looked tempting
as hell, and I wished I’d been the one who’d just pounded into her.
“Oh.” Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red. “So…you just came upstairs?”
I nodded, trying my damnedest to look innocent. “Yeah. I threw on my sweats and was about to…you know.” I gestured toward the bathroom.
I was expecting her to step out of the way and let me in, but she glanced down, and I was certain she noticed my dick standing straight up in my pants. It was my turn to blush. I’d all but said I needed to go in the bathroom to jack off. Nice.
“Well, don’t stay up too late. People will start arriving around eleven. You want to be well rested to meet the rest of the family.” She gave me a wink as she pressed by me. “They’re the crazy ones.”
I watched her walk across the hallway. She stopped at the closed door and glanced back, a smile that was a mix of amusement and seduction on her lips. “Sweet dreams, Kyle.”
Somehow I managed to say, “Night, Kate,” and step into the bathroom without begging her to follow me.
“Shit,” I breathed as I leaned against the counter. That half-second flash of boob had more effect on me than most of the porn I’d watched since I’d started jacking off. And that was a lot of porn.
I’d barely spent time with Kate, just a few minutes in the kitchen before John had come strutting in. I had sat across from her at dinner making awkward conversation while Justin and John glared at each other over the spaghetti and garlic bread. It wasn’t like she’d crawled across the floor half naked and begged me to fuck her.
What the hell was it about her? Sure, she was beautiful, but I’d dated beautiful women. None of them had pushed me to the point of obsession. I wanted nothing more than to throw Kate down and fuck her until she screamed. Not cried out like she had moments ago but screamed. And dug her nails in my back. And wrapped her legs so tight around me I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know why. All I knew was my body was borderline insane with lust, and my dick was so hard it hurt.
“Fuck.”
I turned the cold water on and splashed my face a few times to snap out of the Kate-induced haze. When I was finally able to think about something other than having sex with her, I went back downstairs.
I tried like hell to focus on the game, but my mind kept wandering. No, it wasn’t wandering. I was reliving my trip upstairs, from the groans to the flash of tit to the blush on Kate’s cheeks.
I held out for another hour of video games before I couldn’t take the agony of wanting her any longer. I went up to my room and slipped between the cool sheets of the guest bed. I put a sock over my dick and got off to fantasies of my roommate’s mother.
I pictured her pale ass sticking up in the air as I gripped her hips and slid into her tight pussy. I imagined my fist tangled in her hair as she sucked my cock. I even fantasized about her standing over me in black heels and a tight business suit as she ordered me to jerk myself harder.
As I came—hard—I wondered how I was ever going to control myself around her.
I was up early the next morning. Kate had complained that she’d be up with the sun to prepare Thanksgiving dinner. I figured helping her would be the perfect opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with her. I found her in the kitchen leaning against the fridge. Her eyes were closed, and she had a cup of coffee in her hand. She was wearing that same pink robe I’d seen the night before, but this morning it hung wide open. A tight red tank top showed off her round breasts and a slight pooch at her stomach. She also had on red-and-black-checked pants but no socks or slippers.
My gaze lingered on her feet. Even those were sexy…long and slender with purple-painted toenails. I looked at her breasts again. They were full but not huge, and the nipples were hard against the chill, pressing into the material of her shirt.
I was tempted to brush my fingers across the buds and kiss her lips.
I shook my head. This was not cool. Not cool at all—I needed to get my shit together. I was about to leave the kitchen when she yawned and lazily dropped a hand to her mouth. It wasn’t a sexy move—yawning never is—but damned if I didn’t feel pulled in. I should have left, I should have walked away, but I didn’t want to.
“Morning,” I said.
She jolted and opened her eyes wide. “Jesus, Kyle. You really have to stop doing that.”
“Sorry. You weren’t sleeping standing up, were you?”
“Maybe a little.” She smiled at me, and I was glad I’d stayed. “What are you doing up so early?”
I shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Her face scrunched up slightly. “Is it the bed? Is it too hard? That’s why I put it in the guest room. I couldn’t stand it.”
My heart tripped a bit in my chest. “That was your bed?”
“For a while. I hated it. I upgraded to a softer one when John moved in.”
John. The thought of him caused me to tense. Even if it had been because of him that I’d gotten to hear what Kate sounded like in the throes of passion, I hated the reality that he got to share a bed with her.
“No, I didn’t mind it,” I said.
“Good. The coffee pot is single-serve; the pods are next to it if you want some. There’s cereal in the pantry. I’d offer you eggs, but I’m not cooking any more than I have to today.”
I felt my face light up—an opportunity. “You want eggs? I’ll cook. And clean up.” I hoped that didn’t sound desperate.
“Eggs would be great. Scrambled?”
“Sure.”
She gave me another one of her amazing smiles, and I felt like a kid who’d been given a gold star. My chest puffed out a bit, and I stood a little taller at the idea that I’d pleased her.
“Thank you, Kyle. I’m going to shower real quick. Pans are in the cabinet behind you; cooking utensils are in the big drawer.”
“Got it.”
She left the kitchen, and I had to force the air out of my lungs. The image that came to my mind of her wet and soapy in the shower made breathing impossible for several moments.
“You are such a dork,” I whispered to myself and searched for a pan.
I managed to find the pan and whisked half a dozen eggs and some milk together before she reemerged. Just as she had the night before, she looked incredible without overtly trying. Her makeup was subtle, just a touch of lip gloss and enough mascara to accent her eyes. She was lacking the heavy eyeliner and dark eyeshadow I was used to seeing on girls my age, and it made her face look fresh and appealing in contrast. Her hair was back again, this time neatly brushed into a bun. She smiled at me, and I felt my desire for her grow.
“Do you need help?” I asked as I filled her plate.
Kate turned, coffee creamer in one hand and a tall mug in the other. Her eyes were wide, and her brow was arched high. “What?”
“Do you need me to do anything? For dinner, I mean.”
“Do you know you are the first man who has ever stepped foot inside my house and offered to help with Thanksgiving dinner? I’m impressed, Kyle. I’m very impressed.”
“I used to help my mom cook all the time.” As soon as I said it, I wished I could take it back. The last thing I wanted to think about at the moment was my mother. Or that Kate was Justin’s mother.
“I would love some help. Thanks.” She filled her mug and took the plate I’d made for her.
“No problem. Just tell me what to do.” I grinned.
Kate listed off the things she needed done as we ate: two different kinds of pies to be made; the potatoes boiled and mashed; the turkey gizzards removed and replaced with homemade stuffing that she had yet to prepare; and the sweet potatoes peeled, boiled, and mashed for a casserole. By the time we finished breakfast, I had a full list of chores.
While Kate loaded our breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, I stretched up to the top shelf in her cabinets to get the pie pans and a few casserole dishes down.
“You are my savior,” she said when I set the pans on the stove. “I can’t reach those without climbing on
the counter. I almost fell and busted my ass last time.”
“And that would be a waste of a perfectly good ass,” I said. I hadn’t thought it… It just came out, and I instantly wanted to take it back.
Kate, however, laughed loudly. Her amusement at my stupid comment eased my embarrassment, and I laughed as well.
“What the hell is going on in here?” John asked as he came into the kitchen.
“Kyle is helping me cook. It’s a strange thing for men to prepare food, I know, but it’s actually very nice.”
I clenched my teeth when he playfully smacked her ass. He leaned down and said something in her ear that I didn’t hear, and she laughed as she gently jabbed her elbow into his stomach. The jealousy that swept through me was as strong as it was inexplicable. I had no claim to her, no reason to care that she and John were acting like boyfriend and girlfriend in front of me—they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Even so, it felt like a hot knife had seared its way into my gut, and I wanted to break the hand that he planted on her ass.
I got the turkey from the fridge while John filled a coffee mug. I cut the package open and drained the fluid, all the while silently cursing him for hovering around Kate. I needed him to go, to get the fuck out and leave us alone, but he didn’t. He leaned against the counter and loudly sipped his hot drink as he watched her every move.
“Damn, kid,” he said when I reached into the bird to pull out the gizzards. “I hope you bought the thing a drink first.”
I glanced at him but didn’t laugh at his dumbass joke.
“Try that on one of those college girls, and you’ll get your ass Maced.”
“John,” Kate whispered harshly.
“What? I’m just tellin’ him the truth. Girls can’t handle having a fist shoved up their ass. Not until they’re grown. Right, Katie?”