Saved Kisses

by Goode, Ella

  She shudders. “You shouldn’t talk like that.”

  “Can’t stop now that I know it turns you on—and it does turn you on, honey.” I pull my fingers out of my mouth. “I’ve got the evidence here.” I rub my wet fingers over her breasts, working a nipple into a hard enough point that not even her bra can hide it. “And here.” I dip back between her legs. Her clit is hard and her thighs are quivering and her pussy is wet as fuck.

  I drag her mouth down to mine, devouring her, not letting her breathe or think for a second. My hand gets busy, sliding over and over her slick lips, pinching that little hungry nub, and then going back to rubbing her until her hand comes down to grip my wrist. Her thighs close tight around me, hard enough to break me in half if I wasn’t as strong as I am.

  I swallow a cry and give her back some air out of my own lungs. She comes, gushing her sweet honey onto my fingers and palm. My dick throbs from the pain of not coming. It’s some kind of awful, exquisite torture to be sitting here with the woman of my dreams, her juice all over my hand, her tongue in my mouth and my cock zipped up behind a pair of briefs and tactical pants. But I’ll gladly suffer the agony to make sure that Amie is willing to trust me.

  I barely hear the door open, signaling Kayla’s return, but some part of my brain is still working. At the sound, I swivel around until the back of the chair is facing the door.

  “I couldn’t find that nylon bag that you thought you saw at the store, but I got a different one. You can take it out on the test course and figure it out,” Kayla says as she kicks the door shut.

  Amie freezes at Kayla’s words. I put a finger up to my lips and withdraw my hand. Amie’s eyes flutter shut and her body shivers at my absence.

  “Thanks, Kayla. Can you give me a second? I got my zipper caught on something over here looking for a pen under Amie’s desk. If Amie finds out you were in the room while I was touching my pants, she’ll probably fire me,” I joke.

  “Fine, but I want to get paid an extra twenty dollars just for that awful visual.”

  “Consider it done,” I answer. I wait a few seconds until the door closes again before getting to my feet, with Amie in my arms. I reach over and put her down in her chair. “All good, honey?” I ask, smoothing down some of her mussed-up hair.

  Her eyes spark angrily. “No. I’m not all good. That was inappropriate for the office and if I had the power, maybe I would fire you.”

  “I’ll take the risk, but for now, I’m off to take care of this.” I point to the giant hard-on in my pants. “Tell Kayla I’m taking a mental health day. I’ll see you at home.”

  I escape out the door before whatever she throws at me makes contact. Man, I love her.

  Chapter 10

  Amie

  How am I supposed to get anything done? Now all I can think about is Grey at home touching himself. Will he be thinking about me? What things will his mind conjure up while he strokes himself? Again the jealousy rises up in me the same as it did when I thought that he and Kayla might have a thing for one another. This time it’s a little different. I’m mad that he’s in his home thinking about me while stroking his cock. I’m frustrated because he has me all worked up.

  My body heats. My nipples grow tight as I picture him in my mind doing those things while I watch him. Will he shout my name as he comes or will it be grunted? Hell, it was hot when he turned us so I had to look at myself in the window. For the first time in a long time I felt sexy. He made me feel that way. The things he said. The way he touched me. The orgasm wasn't only amazing but so was everything he had done and said. He is making me second-guess myself. I want him. Badly. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like this before. The dirty words he uttered about me belonging to him have stuck with me all day. A small part of me begs to believe they’re true, yet I’m hesitant to give in to those feelings.

  My ex was just there. There was never any passion, nor did he ever push for us to do much. Probably because he was banging my mom. It’s weirdly twisted that he was being faithful to her yet I was supposedly his girlfriend. God, that whole thing is so messed up. I push those sad thoughts from my mind. I’d rather go back to being angry at Grey’s hand for getting to do something I’d wanted to do.

  You could, my mind whispers. Grey is an open book. He’s laid his cards out on the table saying that he’s mine for the taking. I am holding back. The fear of getting hurt again rides me hard. The problem is I know with Grey I could fall hard. He is different. I feel that deep inside of me. I might not have been aware of what had been going on with my ex but I do know I didn't have this pull toward him. This fast attraction that won’t stop growing. There is something else that’s also taking root. I’m not sure what it is but it’s there, deep in the pit of my stomach. Grey could destroy me. Finding a man is not the reason I’ve come here. I am here to start over, not to chance hurting myself more. It seems that Grey is going to make that really hard for me. He’s already beginning to chip away at the hard exterior I’m trying to hide behind.

  “Earth to Amie.” Kayla snaps her fingers in front of my face. I didn't even notice her come into my office. I really am spacing out today. Way to go. Second day on the job and I’m not working. Instead I’m daydreaming about a man.

  “Sorry. What’s up?” I ask, looking up at her.

  “I Googled mental health day.” I fight a laugh. “What’s Grey stressing over? That’s what Google said. It’s a day to relieve stress.” She bites her lip, looking confused for a moment. “I don't get it. He was all chipper, whistling and crap.” Her mouth forms a perfect O shape. “You two get in a fight or something?” She snaps her fingers like she nailed it. I wouldn't call what we did a fight. Though I did throw a pen at him as he left my office. “Or did he hear what Rick said about you?” She tries again when I don’t respond.

  “Who’s Rick? What did he say about me?”

  “He is going to ask you out.” There have been a lot of men coming and going. I try to recall which one was Rick but most of them call each other by last names, with the exception of Kayla. She uses everyone’s first names but no Rick is coming to mind. “Well, he was, unless Grey heard about it. He would have shut that shit down.”

  “Is there a no office dating rule?” I ask.

  “Not that I know of.” She smiles big. “But I’m pretty sure there is a no looking at Amie Collins if you want to keep your job rule.”

  “That can’t be a rule.” I stand from my desk. It’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I’m not sure if I’m more pissed or turned on that Grey would ban others from asking me out.

  “It’s like one of those unwritten rules.”

  I roll my eyes.

  “Hey. All I’m saying is that man thinks everyone wants you. Think about that for a minute.” I do. Certain things are starting to make sense now. Earlier, after Grey left, I went downstairs to get out of my office for a few minutes and everyone seemed to be in a rush to get away from me. Now I understand why. Grey is going to hear about this as soon as I get home. Well, not home but back to his house where I’m staying. Flashes of a life in that home with Grey play in my mind, making my heart flutter. Last night we ate dinner together. The man can cook. As much as I wanted to enjoy the spa-like bathroom in my room, I wanted to stay at the table enjoying dinner with him more. I purposely ate slow to savor the moment. I am trying to make it seem like I don’t want to spend time with him but I know the truth. I want to know more about him and I poked around as we ate together. Again, everything he told me about himself was honest. There was no sugarcoating anything. He just told me about his life. The good and the bad. I didn’t have to pull things from him. He willingly gave them to me. It is so different than what I am used to. It’s nice for a change that someone wants to share things with me.

  “Amie.” I hear Kayla say my name again, breaking me from my thoughts.

  “Let’s get out of here for today. I’m ready to head home.” I change the subject, hoping she’ll take the hint and let me of
f easy. I am still trying to process what is happening with Grey and me. It isn’t helping that I want to get back to his place to see if he can do the same things to my body he did before. I’ve never felt like that before and I am craving more of it. Maybe a few small touches from him won’t make me fall too hard. I could have a small taste then step away. I do have to work with the man. We can’t let this get too far.

  “I’m not going to argue with you about going home early.” She pauses for a moment, her eyes going soft on me. “You know you can talk to me about anything. Right?” I nod, acknowledging her words of friendship. I am quickly considering her as one.

  With that, she turns and heads out of my office. I clean up my desk and grab my purse and cell phone. I glance down at my phone, realizing I don’t have a car so I’ll have to call for a Lyft. Crap. I don’t think I wrote down Grey’s address. Nor do I think I can remember the way back there. It is distracting being in a small space with him and his truck might be giant but the space inside of it still felt small when it was only the two of us.

  “You ready?” I look up from my phone to see Grey leaning on my office doorway.

  “Oh. I didn’t realize you were coming back to pick me up.”

  Grey pushes off the doorframe, clearing the place between us. I have to tilt my head all the way back to look up at him. Those grey eyes still catch me off guard. They really do fit his name.

  “Soon you’ll realize I’ll always come back.” He leans down, brushing his mouth against mine. “For you. You’re worth coming back for no matter how many times I have to do it to prove to you that I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I’ll never stop.”

  His words settle over me. This time I kiss him. Not caring if Kayla catches me. This kiss is for him. I’ve been saving it all day just for him.

  Chapter 11

  Greyson

  “Pork chops for dinner,” I announce as we climb out of the truck. I reach behind me for the bag of groceries I picked up before driving back to the office.

  “How was your afternoon?” she asks once we’re inside.

  I pause in the process of pulling out the jar of applesauce. Is she asking me to describe how I jacked off while fantasizing about having her mouth sucking me dry? Or was there an issue at the office that Kayla forgot to tell me about and this is Amie’s roundabout way of bringing it up?

  “Did I forget to sign your paycheck?” I joke and set the jar down.

  “No. I just started two days ago.”

  How could I forget? My ordinary world was rocked when she walked through that day, but I’m glad; otherwise I would’ve grown old in this big house by myself. Now I can almost hear the screams of laughter from little ones and see the images of Amie growing big with my child, racing the rugrats through the rooms and landing in a pile on a giant custom-made bed upstairs. After dinner, I’m going to show her around the rest of the house, starting and ending with my bedroom. But first, I need to hear what’s on her mind. “So what’s the problem?”

  “Do you have rules, Grey?” She cocks her head to the side, exposing a small sliver of skin at the nape of her neck that I’d like to bite into.

  I redirect my attention to the white butcher paper so that I don’t haul her onto the granite counter and have my way with her. “What kind of rules? Like, give Amie all the love and affection she deserves because, yeah, I have rules.”

  “No. The ones like no other guy can talk to me at the office.”

  “Oh.” Those rules.

  “Yeah. Those rules.”

  Can she hear my thoughts? That’d suck. Or maybe not. We could speed things along. After dinner, I plan to carry you into my bedroom, strip you down to your birthday suit, suck and bite and kiss every bare inch of your skin before impaling you with my rock hard dick.

  I slip a look at her from under my eyelashes. Not a muscle has moved on her face so I guess she’s not reading my mind.

  “You can’t just ban people from interacting with me, particularly men. I have rights, you know.”

  My fist curls around the package of meat, imagining how good it felt when I punched Rick in the face for saying the very same thing. You fuck her yet? If not then I have as many rights as you do to make a play for that pussy.

  In retrospect, not the same thing. I relax my fingers and unwrap the meat that I’ve been inadvertently tenderizing. “I’m making sure your path doesn’t have any unnecessary bumps.”

  “What’s an unnecessary bump?”

  She’s still eyeing me suspiciously but not running for the door so that’s progress.

  “Assholes.” I salt and pepper the pork and turn the burner on under my cast iron pan.

  “What’s the definition of an asshole?”

  She slides her pert ass onto a kitchen stool and I finally relax.

  “Anyone who has a dick that’s not your dad...or, I guess your brother.”

  “Being related to someone doesn’t stop them from being a dick,” she replies and her tone is so uncharacteristically bitter that I stop what I’m doing to stare at her. I know she’s got a story to tell but she hasn’t spilled yet. I half-seriously debate getting her drunk and then tugging the details out of her, but I cast that notion aside since the end goal is to make sure she’s happily by my side.

  “Sounds like someone disappointed you.” I toss the pork chops into the sizzling skillet.

  “No more than anyone else,” she replies. “Need any help?”

  “Nope. I got it all under control. We’re going to have stuffing from the box cuz that shit is good. I don’t care what anyone else has to say. These thick loins and some green beans. The green beans are fresh to offset the stuffing.”

  The sides of her lips curve up in one of the first real smiles I’ve seen out of her.

  “Is it the green beans that make you happy or the pork chops?” I ask.

  “I think it’s cute that you’re eating Thanksgiving food in the summer.”

  “Cute?” I wince. “I don’t think anyone’s ever used that word to describe me.” Hot. Irritating. Stubborn. But never cute. I glance down to check to see if my dick is still there and am relieved that I’m still all in one piece.

  “It’s not a bad thing. Guys can be cute.”

  “Guys?” Oh, hell no. I point at my chest with the spatula. “There’s only one cute guy here. That’s me.”

  “So you are telling other men to stay away.”

  “Of course I am.” I flip the chops over since they’ve gotten a good sear on one side and then nudge open the oven door to let the loins bake.

  “Ah ha! You got the cut on your chin fighting over me, didn’t you?”

  I shut the oven door and lean against the counter, folding my arms across my chest. “Someone said something not worth repeating and I told him to reflect on his actions.”

  “With your fist.”

  “Yup. And he was sort of resistant at first and I got distracted.” I tap my chin where the small scratch is healing fine. “Then I paid attention and it’s all good.” Rick got the message and so did everyone else on the training grounds. “Want to tell me what’s really bothering you? And don’t say nothing because it’s clearly something. I’m not just in this to fuck you, honey. I know that there’s more to relationships than the sex. Obviously, sex with you is something I’m looking forward to—a little too much,” I add ruefully, tapping my scratch again. “That’s how I lost my concentration. I was thinking about how next time I would be sliding my cock inside that hot pussy instead of my fingers. But, putting that aside, relationships are about trust. If you trust me enough to allow my dick inside of you, trust me enough to see inside your heart. I think it’s been bruised a bit. Not broken, just a little worn around the edges.”

  Chapter 12

  Amie

  I finish off my last bite of pork chop with applesauce and moan for the tenth time. Any man that can cook this good has to be trustworthy. Right? Even though Grey has addressed a lot of my issues before and during our dinner conversa
tions, I am still leery due to my past. There is no denying that I want him physically and my heart doesn’t seem too far behind.

  “Are you lost in that head of yours again?” I look up to see Grey staring at me. “Let me clean up the dishes and I’ll get you some dessert.” He begins to take my plate, but I reach out, placing my hand on top of his.

  “Maybe we can skip dessert and you can give me that tour you’ve been so set on first.” The smile he flashes me would curl any woman’s toes. I’m not sure how he’s still single. I’m also not sure how much longer I’ll be able to resist him. I listen to him as he tells me about the house, showing me around. Everything about it really is beautiful. He’s taken care of this place. There are a few things that need updating but I think that will always be the case with a home like this. It doesn’t seem like a chore, though, to get any of it done. It feels like something you would do with pride. It’s the perfect house to raise a family in. Because at the end of the day that is what this house screams. It is meant to house one. To have little feet pitter-pattering across the original floors. It deserves to have the sound of laughter echoing off its walls.

  We had a beautiful house growing up but this one holds so much history and looks as though it’s ready for more. This home is where you make memories that will last a lifetime. These are things I haven’t thought about in a long time. Actually I never considered them before I met Grey. I feel a sense of comfort when I’m around him.

  I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I don’t realize Grey has stopped in front of me until I collide with his hard body. His hand reaches out to both steady me and hold me tighter to him.

  “My mother was fucking my fiancé,” I blurt out.

  “Motherfuck,” he mumbles, then winces at his choice of words. I die. I burst into laughter so hard my whole body shakes. I would fall over with laughter but of course Grey catches me. Tears stream down my face because I’m laughing so hard. It takes me a minute to get it together. Once again when I get myself together I realize I’m in Grey’s lap.