Crushing Misery

by Kinsey Taylor

  Licking lips for every last drop

  Fulfilled all my fantasies with your cock

  Tossing the book aside, he walks towards me and brings his hand to my cheek.

  “Every day, you surprise me with your many talents.”

  “I have many talents you’ve yet to experience there, Nash.”

  I tug on the band of his sweatpants, and he backs away.

  “I need to shower. Care to join me?” he asks and raises an eyebrow in tempting.

  “Sure, Playboy. Lead the way.”

  “Is Ashlynn already asleep?”

  “Yes, she had a busy day gardening. She crashed on the ride home.”

  Dropping his gym bag, he grabs me and pushes me up against the sink gripping my ass in the process. I push away and walk to the shower. I bend to turn on the faucet, and I know he can see I’m not wearing anything underneath his AC/DC shirt I tossed on for bed. I shake my ass in a teasing gesture and get a growl in response. I test the water, rip the shirt up and over my head, throwing it in his face and climb inside. I stand there, letting the water wash over me and give him the best seductive show I can.

  “You are the best, living, breathing, wet dream, and I have you right here in my grasp. I’m a fucking lucky bastard.”

  “Yes, you are, now get in!”

  I watch as he strips and climbs inside. He brings his hand down along my side, over to my waist, gripping me, and pulls me to his chest. I grab the soap, pour some in my hand, rub them together, and start to let my fingers glide along every defined and hard muscle on his hairless chest. I see his Adam’s apple bob up and down, his breath picks up, and I have all the power at my fingertips. I move lower to his abdomen and feel his cock spring up in response. I ever so gently swipe my fingers along his shaft and descend to his sack and fondle him. I watch how much I’m affecting him and see his head fall back against the tile.

  The water cascades down as I continue my assault, becoming more forceful with every stroke. I look up, and our eyes meet.

  “I’m done with this teasing shit. Turn around, my turn.”

  I turn, facing the wall and plant my hands firmly against the tiles glancing over my shoulder.

  “Spread your legs wider and stand on your tiptoes.”

  I do as he asks, and he grips my waist firmly, slamming his cock hard and fast inside me. I cry out in pleasure and push back against him trying to take even more of his length inside me. All I hear is the shower, our flesh hitting against each other, and our cries and moans. He thrusts harder inside me, and I match every stroke, bringing my ass back against him in response. He reaches around and rubs my clit, working me almost to orgasm. His grip tightens, his attack becomes brutal, and when he flicks my piercing I explode around him, milking him with my tight walls. He picks up his pace, picking me up off the ground and slamming harder inside me. He moans and bites down on my neck.

  “Oh, fuck!” he cries out. “Damn you, woman. You’re going to ruin me. Who needs any training when I have you to keep me in tip-top shape?”

  I laugh but can’t move. I’m afraid if I do; I’m going to fall.

  “Cat got your tongue? Or was it my cock?” he says.

  “I’m afraid if I move, I’ll fall. My legs are beyond jelly. You wore me out, Corbin.”

  “That makes two of us then. I’m wiped.” he jokes.

  He lifts and carries me out of the shower. Placing me on the ground, he grabs a towel and starts to dry me off. I do the same to him loving the feel of his muscles against my hands.

  “You don’t have an ounce of fat on you, do you? Every last inch of you is hard, bulging muscle. You look sculpted from the heaven.”

  “You complaining?” Corbin questions.

  “I like it alright, but damn, it’s like touching a soft plate of steel.” I laugh.

  “Why, thank you. What is the meaning of your tattoos?” he asks.

  “This one is a quote from my favorite author, L.B. Simmons, and this one is, Alis Volat Propriis, which means, ‘She flies with her own wings.’ The others, you can pretty much see what they are. The camera, for obvious reasons, and the angel is for Ashlynn; I haven’t gotten around to adding her name to it yet. Life’s been pretty busy.”

  “Why the cross with the wings?” I ask him.

  “The cross is showing I still hold onto my faith, and the wings are for a person I lost many moons ago.” he says.

  I watch the sadness fill his eyes and he looks away and then straight down to the floor.

  “Who? Who did you lose, Corbin?”

  He makes an awful sound, rips open the door and stalks out without a single word.

  What just happened?

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Corbin

  “Kennedy, where are you?”

  “I’m in here,” she calls out..

  “Where’s Ashlynn?” I question in anger, and she knows something is wrong.

  “What’s wrong, Corbin?”

  “What did you do, Kennedy? Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Why did you get Samuel to drop the charges and Troy to take a plea deal?”

  “It was my doing, Corbin. I set this all up in our favor, and that bastard for once did something decent.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean? Did you forget what he did to you? Not to mention what he did to Ashlynn?”

  “Of course I didn’t, you asshole. I was the one who lived it day in, day out for three years. You think I would do more to put her in danger? He signed his damn rights away to her. That’s my guarantee he can’t hurt her again. Also, if you must know, I got your father involved.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about? Tell me all of it. NOW!”

  “Calm down and stop yelling at me. While we were with your family on Christmas Eve, I saw your dad’s paperwork lying out. I recognized the law firm; Troy has done work for them. You were outside with the girls playing, and I had a talk with your dad and got his information to continue what I set in motion. I never planned to tell you, but damn you have all these magical ways of finding shit out. How did you find out?”

  “I’ve been keeping tabs on him, and I wanted to know how the trial was going. I asked my security guy Maven to investigate what was going on. When he said Troy had taken a plea bargain and you had settled your divorce in court, I knew you had to have dropped the charges. Only you didn’t, but Samuel did, so I went and paid Samuel’s ass a visit. He spilled everything.”

  “Damn him, he promised.”

  “Kennedy, why didn’t you tell me? I’m so pissed at you right now. I need to get out of here.”

  “Wait, Corbin, can I at least explain? Please?

  “What’s there to explain, Kennedy? You let him off scot-free.”

  “No, I didn’t. He was charged for what he did to us, just not Samuel, and I got Ashlynn. I had to. You don’t understand, he’ll never be able to hurt her again or have any rights to her. She’ll be safe with us.”

  I watch as the tears start falling down her face, and I’m still fuming, but the sight of her like this is one I can’t stand to see.

  “Come here,” I demand.

  “No! You don’t understand, Corbin. I won. He cowed down to me… to me! Can you believe it? I went and saw him, got him to sign the papers, and I will never have to deal with him again. I need this to be behind me, so I can move forward and maybe, just maybe, we can have a future together. Don’t you understand? I didn’t just do this for me. I did this for all of us. You included.”

  I walk the short distance to her and pull her into my arms. Looking down, I push my fingers under her chin and force her to look up at me.

  “No more secrets, Kennedy. You have to talk to me and let me know this stuff. I don’t like being left in the dark. Next time, let me know, that way we can avoid the madness.”

  “You mean Caveman Corbin, who turns into a raging asshole? I’ll try not to keep secrets from you anymore. I’m sorry. I thought it was the only way, and honestly, didn’t believe it would work. I didn’t
want you to talk me out of it, and I know you, you would have. You are our fierce protector, my warrior beast. I understand why, but I was left with no choice. Your dad got him transferred, you know, out of state to another firm. He knew who I was when he saw me on Christmas Eve.”

  “I’ll deal with him later. I’m glad he transferred him, but I can’t believe you two were talking behind my back and under my roof, and I had no clue. You little sneak. I’m still mad as hell, but I do understand.”

  I reach down and kiss her, and before I know it, we are having the best damn make up sex, pouring all our anger into one another.

  ***

  Spring is upon us, and I’m lying here, listening to Kennedy and Ashlynn play outside on the patio as I think about the events that have me right where I am. The smile spreads wide across my face as I think on it. The last couple of months have been anything but what I expected or thought I wanted in my life.

  I wasn’t a kid person until the hot blonde and her beautiful three-year-old daughter plowed their way through, snatching up my heart, the very thing I have had hidden away from the world. It’s the only thing I have lost control over since they entered my life. Protecting them is all I think about, and I will go to any lengths in doing so. The problem is, there’s a question still lingering in the air, dangling between us, still unanswered. I’m not ready to share my story yet, even if I already know part of hers. I do what I’m good at, deviate and keep moving like everything is fine, but I know Kennedy has caught on and knows nothing is fine at all. I can, however, say I’m happy for the first time in my life, and I will hold onto that as long as I can. I finish cleaning up the dishes from dinner, and the girls decided to lie outside since the weather is amazing.

  “Corbee!”

  The little blonde beauty pokes me in my side, bringing me out of my daydream.

  “You want to come play with me?”

  Sitting up, I reach over and bring her close to my face. I tickle her, and she squeals and giggles. It’s the best fucking sound my ears have ever heard.

  “Sure, Ash. Just let me go grab a shirt, and I will come play outside with you and your mom.”

  “Yay!!” She squeals jumping up and down next to me. “Huwwy up, Corbee, let go!!”

  I grab a shirt off my bed and throw it on over my head. I grab the bubbles I bought just the other day, but the weather hasn’t been nice enough for it until today. I walk outside and watch the girls lying in the grass just outside the sliding glass door. I open the bubbles as I walk, spilling some on the way, trying to be quiet, so I can blow bubbles over them as they lie there looking up into the sky.

  “That one looks like a kitty cat, Mommy,”

  Ashlynn says while pointing at the clouds in the sky.

  “It sure does, baby,” Kennedy says.

  I take the little wand, pull it out and blow. Bubbles fly everywhere over them. Ashlynn starts giggling with excitement. Kennedy looks over her head in my direction and smiles.

  “Good touch there, playboy!” Kennedy says.

  I laugh. “Thanks, I thought she’d like bubbles,” I say.

  “You thought right,” Kennedy says.

  Ashlynn gets up and runs over to me. Picking her up, I help her blow the bubbles. Kennedy turns herself where she can lie watching us. The smile that graces her face is one I hope I can always put there. I look down at her as Ashlynn blows bubbles her way.

  “You are something beautiful. Such timeless beauty.” Her smile fades and tears well up in her eyes. She closes them, and I can see her tears drop down the sides of her face. Placing Ashlynn down while I hand the bubbles to her, I walk over and sit next to Kennedy.

  “What’s wrong, Boss?” I question. “Was it something I said?”

  Shaking her head, she bursts into a wail bringing her hands up over her face. I reach down picking her up and crushing her to my chest.

  “I’m sorry whatever it was I said.”

  I think back to what I said.

  She looks up but lets me keep holding her tightly to me. “Troy used to say my beauty was timeless, and then – then the stick turned pink, and life as I knew it, all changed.”

  Bringing her closer, I kiss her forehead.

  “I’m so sorry, Kennedy. What did the stick turning pink have to do with anything?” I question her.

  “That means I found out I was pregnant with Ashlynn.”

  “Oh!” I say, holding my tongue.

  Ashlynn comes running over as Kennedy wipes tears away.

  “Mommy, what wrong? Why you cwying?” She looks up at me. “You huwt Mommy, Corbee?”

  “No, baby. Corbee didn’t hurt me, sweetheart. I’m okay, Ashlynn.”

  “Corbee?” Ashlynn asks me.

  “Yeah, Ashlynn?”

  “You be my new daddy? You make me and Mommy happy.”

  I’m holding Kennedy’s legs with my hands, so I let go and reach for Ashlynn bringing her to us, and I hold my girls tight. My heart swells with so much joy from her words, but how can I be her daddy if I’m so screwed up?

  “Let’s go inside and get ready for bed,” I say.

  Moving Ashlynn closer to Kennedy, I get up, pulling them tighter into me, making sure not to drop either of them. Together, they still don’t weigh very much. I walk into the house and place the girls on their bed. I give them one last hug before I walk outside the room and close the door behind me. I walk into the kitchen and pull open the cabinet in search of alcohol.

  The way I’m feeling makes me want to rip this place apart. I find a bottle of Hennessey and take a swig straight from the bottle. I have no clue how long I stand there in my kitchen drinking and melting some of the tension away. All I can think about is giving Troy the beating of his life. Murderous thoughts run through my mind. He had the very things I’m missing in my life, all in his grasp, and yet he failed to see what he had right within his reach. I feel her presence behind me when she steps into the room. Snaking an arm around me, she squeezes me, bringing her front firmly into my back. I place my hands around hers and squeeze back.

  “Can I have a drink of that, please?” she breathes into the back of my neck. Smiling, as the tiny little hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention, I bring her hand up to my lips and give them a tender kiss. Walking away, she holds me tighter as I shuffle to the counter while holding the bottle and shot glass. I pour her a drink and slip it into her hand. She slowly loosens her grip on me, sliding her body against and along mine, moving underneath my arm and coming to a standstill in front of me. She knocks back her drink and slips two fingers into the front of my pants, pulling me to her.

  As she smashes her lips to mine, I groan into her mouth as the sweet, juicy mixture of Hennessey and Kennedy, intoxicates me. Pulling back, we stand there and take in one another with lust-filled eyes. She turns, still holding onto the front of my jeans and guides me over to the couch. She releases me and sits, patting her lap. “Lie down, Corbin, and put your head in my lap.”

  I look down at her with questioning eyes while she looks up with sweet seduction lurking within hers. What’s she up to? I lie down, placing my head on her lap, and she gazes down, gently shaking her head from side to side and says,

  “No looking, turn away from me and just relax with me.”

  I turn on my side concern hitting me tenfold. What’s she doing? I think. She starts running her fingers along my soft stubble of hair. Oh, gosh that feels so good.

  “Why do you keep your hair so short? I loved your hair in high school. It was silky soft.”

  “You remember how my hair was way back then?”

  “Yes Corbin, I sure do and I bet every teenage girl ever to come in contact remembers as well.”

  Kennedy

  “I don’t know if Jagger has ever mentioned my past to you, Corbin, but I want to share it with you. I need you to know, so you can understand what you are getting yourself into when you get involved with me. I come damaged - so damaged that I have episodes of anxiety so bad, at times I seem crazy
. I know you’ve witnessed a couple of my attacks. I was diagnosed with a mild case of PTSD along with anxiety when I was only seventeen. The Finley’s got me into counseling right away when they witnessed the episodes I was having. How badly damaged I am runs deep within me from the years of abuse I’ve suffered. Growing up in my house was anything but easy; I was never accepted, never good enough by their standards, and never what they wanted. From what I can remember, it all started when I was about four years old.”

  “My dad had come home early from work one evening. I was playing with my toys in the living room while my mom was upstairs doing whatever it was she was doing, probably chores. He never bothered to acknowledge me until that very day. He stood over me, and I looked up smiling at him.”

  “Hi, daddy! I said in a nervous voice. He had this scowl on his face that would move the dead. He reached down gripping me by my hair and pulled me along with it.

  ”Please Daddy, I’m being a good girl. I promise.”

  “Shut up you little fucking brat. Maggie, where are you?” My dad called. Running around the corner, she looked scared.

  “I’m right here. What do you need, honey?” she questioned. Finally, she looked down and gasped. A horrified look came across her face.

  “Why did you leave this trash downstairs? I can barely stand the sight of her as it is.” My dad boomed.

  “He brought me up off the floor by my ponytail. I remember crying out and tears slid along my tiny cheeks, soaking the front of my dress.

  “Get her out of my sight. I don’t want this to be the first thing I see when I get home, got it?”

  Corbin’s nails dig into my leg as I sit there still as a rod and keep on with my story.

  “Fast forward about thirteen years. It was Justeen’s sweet sixteenth birthday party, and you know how the Finley’s always had such big, lavish parties. I remember how excited we were. Janice had taken us to pick out party dresses for this special occasion. Justeen and I were over the moon. We picked out the same style dress but in different colors. We’ve always felt more like sisters than friends. I was so into the party I lost track of time. I rushed home thinking I would slip in unnoticed. Boy, what a joke that was, as I look back on it now. I had just stepped inside my front door when my dad flicked the lights on inside. I never had a chance.”