Kaleb

by Nicole Edwards

  “Privacy?” Zoey didn’t understand. “This is a resort. Wouldn’t you want to blast its existence to everyone so they can bring in the money?”

  “That’s where this resort differs.” Sawyer spoke up.

  “We have secured the investors needed to get this place off the ground, and along with their financial backing, they will be assisting us in understanding how to run an exclusive, invitation only resort.” Travis added. “We won’t be open to the public, Zoey. At least not to the general public.”

  Baffled, Zoey waited for him to continue.

  “The purpose of the resort is for entertainment purposes, of course. But our resort will be discreet as well as secured.” Sawyer tacked on.

  Zoey glanced back and forth between the three men. She didn’t know what to think about this, but the images of the clubs told her everything she needed to know about why they wanted to be discreet about it. “Those are sex clubs.” She stated the obvious.

  No one spoke, all three men just looked at her.

  “Do you even have approval to build that here?”

  “We do.” Kaleb assured her. “Everything is contingent upon securing your father’s land.”

  “My land.”

  “What?” Kaleb asked, looking confused.

  “It’s my land, Kaleb. My father signed it over to me. It’s no longer his decision. It’s mine.”

  Chapter Seventeen

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  Kaleb didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to think. And worst of all, he didn’t know what Zoey was thinking. She wasn’t animated like she normally was. In fact, she looked distraught. Ever since she had seen the images of the club their resort would include, she’d been different.

  And now she was telling him that they had been talking to Carl Stranford for the better part of six months only to find out the man wasn’t going to make a decision at all. Now it was up to Zoey?

  “What are you saying, Zoey?” Travis asked, and it didn’t escape Kaleb that he didn’t use the shortened version of her name that he had given her when she was younger.

  “I’m saying my father no longer has a say in this matter.” She said smartly, sitting the coffee cup on the desk.

  “Does that mean you’ve made a decision?” Travis was quickly losing his patience, Kaleb noticed.

  “No, it doesn’t mean I’ve made a decision.” She said, standing. “But I will. I’m going to request a little more information from you and you can expect my answer in one week.”

  “A fucking week?” Travis stood, shoving his chair into the wall behind him. “I’ve been waiting six fucking months for an answer, and now you’re putting me off the same way your father did?”

  Zoey stunned Kaleb as she went toe to toe with Travis. Although the man was significantly taller, she didn’t seem intimidated, even when Travis came closer. She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head back to look up at him.

  “That’s what I said. One week. You provide me with the information I request, and we’ll meet again. One week from now.”

  With that, Zoey walked out the door, and she didn’t look back. It took a second for Kaleb to realize she’d just walked out on him too. He stood abruptly and all but chased her down in the parking lot.

  “Zoey!” He called after her, but she seemed determined to ignore him. “Don’t fucking do it.” He warned her. This was the second time she’d walked away from him without looking back, and it pissed him the fuck off.

  By the time he reached her truck, she was backing out, purposely avoiding his gaze.

  Bullshit.

  Kaleb fished his truck keys from his pocket and walked to his truck. He was down the driveway and on the main road before her truck was out of his sight. Two minutes later he was parking in front of her house beside her, but she once again hurried out and ran inside.

  Ran.

  Kaleb couldn’t believe it. He took off and managed to stick his booted foot in the door seconds before it would’ve been slammed in his face.

  He used force to push against the door, opening it until Zoey was backing into the room; her eyes wide as saucers as she stared back at him. He slammed the door, then locked it.

  “What the hell are you doing?” Zoey screamed at him.

  “What am I doing?” Kaleb stalked her. “Me? What the hell are you doing? You storm out of my office and ignore me when I try to talk to you.”

  “I didn’t have anything to say to you.” She insisted, backing up until she met the ungiving wall behind her. Kaleb didn’t stop moving toward her.

  “No?”

  “No. I told you I’d get back to you in a week.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about that.” Kaleb couldn’t believe what she was saying. Did she think that the only reason he was there was for her father’s – no, change that... her – land?

  He stared down at her, invading her personal space when he put his palms flat against the wall on each side of her head. He bent at the waist in order to bring their faces level. “I consider myself a pretty tolerant man, Zoey,” he began, “but there are some things I don’t do.”

  She didn’t question him with words, but her eyebrow cocked with interest.

  “First of all, I don’t mix business with pleasure.” It would never end well if he did, and he knew it. “And two, I don’t tolerate being ignored.”

  “I didn’t ignore you.”

  “You walked away when I called your name. I know you heard me.”

  Zoey broke eye contact, looking down, but then back up at him. With an exasperated sigh, she melted against the wall. “I don’t have the energy for this, Kaleb.”

  What the fuck?

  “So, this is how it is?” He knew he should shut his mouth because he was beyond pissed, but he couldn’t. “Yesterday I had my cock buried in your pussy while my best friend was fucking your mouth until we all three came. And today, you’re treating me like the only interaction we have is related to business? That’s bullshit, Zoey, and you know it.”

  “What do you want from me, Kaleb?” Zoey lifted her arms, her hands slapping down on her thighs. “There is nothing I can do about this. Whatever this is that you and I have, it can’t last. I know that. Especially not after my father gave me the land. I know what you’re after, and I don’t have the energy to pretend with you that it’s anything else.”

  Kaleb stood up straight, plunged his hands into his hair, but he didn’t move. And Zoey didn’t either. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again. This time when he met her eyes, he made sure she saw everything he was feeling.

  “Honey, if you think I’m only after the land, you’ve got another thing coming.” And he would damn well prove it to her. Taking her hand, he reined in his temper and pulled her along behind him. She was reluctant, but she wasn’t trying to pull away.

  “Where are we going?” Zoey asked, sounding just as pissed as he felt.

  How they had gotten to this point, he had no clue. But, Kaleb was going to show her exactly what happened when she made assumptions about what it was that he wanted.

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  Zoey followed Kaleb into her bedroom because she didn’t know what else to do. He was livid, she could feel his anger radiating off of him. Well, that was good and fine. She was pissed too. She hadn’t been until it dawned on her that she was now the key to what the Walker’s wanted, which meant what she and Kaleb had would never be real. Not again at least.

  He had an end goal, and now she would be his means of getting what he wanted. She refused to do it.

  Once inside her room, Kaleb abruptly stopped, turning to face her. She nearly ran in to him, but she managed to stop herself just in time.

  “Take off your clothes.” Kaleb insisted, and there was a demand in his tone she hadn’t heard before. As angry as she was, she couldn’t deny the way her pussy flared to life, clenching in need at his tone.

  “What?” No, she wasn’t giving in that easily. No way.

  “You heard me.�
�� Kaleb said, sliding his hand into her hair and pulling her head back. Hard.

  There was a bite of pain that rippled through her scalp and like lightning, it flashed downward, making direct contact with her clit.

  “Take off your clothes, Zoey. Or I’ll do it for you.” There wasn’t an ounce of humor in his eyes, and his stern command made her pussy wet. Wetter than she thought possible. What the hell was wrong with her? She was supposed to be pissed at him, but she couldn’t seem to remember why.

  “No.” Maybe that was a mistake, but Zoey was going to push him the same way he felt he could push her.

  “No?”

  Zoey recognized the question in his eyes. She knew Kaleb. Knew him to his very core. When a woman said no, it meant no. And he was questioning her meaning. She decided to clarify, “I’m not taking off my clothes. If you think they need to come off, you do it yourself.”

  Her mind whirled with the events that happened next. Kaleb gripped the hem of her t-shirt and without anything resembling gentle, he proceeded to strip her totally naked. She was breathing hard, and her nipples were pebbled by the time he was through. Other than getting her clothes off of her, he didn’t touch her in any other way, but heaven help her, she wanted him to.

  “Turn around.” He ordered, his tone clipped, his eyes hard.

  Zoey turned away from him, unsure of what he was going to do next. Kaleb took her hands hanging down at her sides and lifted them while pressing his chest against her back. Although his chest wasn’t the only thing pressing into her. His erection nudged her bottom and Zoey squeezed her thighs together. This was too much, and she had no idea what was going on to even know what to expect.

  First she walked out. Then he was pissed. Then she was pissed. Then she was wet and so damn horny she was shaking with it. Something was off in the chain of events, at least in her opinion.

  “Put your hands flat against the wall and don’t move.”

  Zoey started to take a step closer, because from where she stood, if she had to touch the wall she would be bending over.

  “Uh uh. Don’t move your feet. Just put your hands on the wall.”

  She did as Kaleb told her, feeling incredibly foolish as she bent over at the waist, her butt sticking out. It was an odd position, but if he were naked, it could be a position that might just get her what she very much needed.

  Still leaning over, she got a glimpse of Kaleb’s t-shirt as he pulled it off, tossing it to the floor behind him. From between her legs, behind her, she could see him taking off his jeans. Biting her lip, she kept her hands on the wall feeling a sudden rush of embarrassment. What happened to her rage? How did she end up standing naked before him with her hands on the wall like she was being punished?

  Her eyes widened as realization dawned. She went to stand, but Kaleb’s firm hand landed on her back, holding her in place.

  “Kaleb, wait.” She whispered, not understanding the strange desire that had set forth in her belly.

  “No waiting.” He replied. “And don’t you dare move.”

  She whimpered because her body instinctively knew that whatever was to come would result in a mind blowing orgasm. If he would just line up behind her, she could spread her legs farther apart, and he could thrust into her hard and fast, exactly like she... Oh God!!

  Her ass burned, and she nearly face planted into the wall when she went to move her hands to her now stinging ass. “What the fuck was that for?” She screamed as she stood, covering her bottom where she figured there was an imprint of his hand.

  “Turn around. Put your hands on the wall, Zoey.” Kaleb growled the instruction. “Now.”

  She turned, not saying another word because honestly, her ass might’ve been burning, but her pussy was throbbing and she figured she could endure whatever it was he wanted to do to her as long as he would fuck her.

  This time when she faced the wall, Kaleb’s hands braced her hips and she felt the head of his cock sliding down the crack of her ass. Then the warmth of his body disappeared, and another stinging slap came down on her bottom, the opposite side as the last one.

  “How many, Zoey?” He asked, and she had no idea what he was talking about.

  “What?”

  “How many spankings do you get?” He chuckled, his warm hand caressing the sting he’d just left. “How many until you understand how much I cannot tolerate you walking away from me?”

  How many? Shit, two was plenty. She had no idea how many he expected her to say. “I don’t know.”

  “I do.” Kaleb said, pressing one hand on her back, pushing her down farther until she couldn’t keep her hands on the wall any longer. “Put your hands on her ankles.”

  This was humiliating. Zoey was now bent over at the waist, her hands clasping her ankles and the backs of her thighs screaming from the burning stretch. She wasn’t all that flexible, but she couldn’t seem to argue with him.

  Another slap landed, and she nearly tumbled over, but Kaleb put his hand on her back, holding her still.

  “Count them.” He instructed.

  Did that mean the three that he’d already given her? She didn’t know, but decided to start with four.

  Several additional slaps landed, and Zoey tried to keep up with the count, but the tears were running down her face, the burning sensation almost too much. However, she was so turned on, she couldn’t move, praying that, after the next slap, Kaleb would bury his cock in her pussy and put her out of her misery.

  But he didn’t.

  Another two slaps landed before Kaleb’s warm, moist tongue was on her ass, licking the heated flesh before dipping into the crack of her ass. She spread her legs apart, keeping her hands on her ankles and although the blood was rushing to her brain, she didn’t want him to stop.

  When he started reaming her anus with his tongue, she knew what he was preparing for, and Zoey wasn’t above begging. Then he stood again, two more slaps landed on her ass before he thrust one finger inside her ass, slowly, gently pushing in and pulling out repeatedly until she was moaning and pushing her bottom against his hand.

  This went on for several long minutes, two or three slaps on her behind alternated with his fingers thrusting into her ass. She was on the brink of an explosive orgasm when he stopped altogether and told her to stand up.

  “Move over to the bed and bend over.”

  Oh, she certainly liked that idea. Her ass and the backs of her thighs were on fire from where he had spanked her – she still didn’t understand why she liked it so much – and her back was tight from bending over. At least laying on the bed would allow her to relax a little.

  “Please, Kaleb.” She begged when her upper body was laying on the bed, her ass still sticking out, begging for his touch.

  “Please what?” He asked, and Zoey heard the rusty, gravelly sound of his arousal. Their little spanking session had apparently affected him as much as it had her.

  “Fuck me.”

  “How? Where do you want my cock, Zoey?”

  “In me.” Kaleb chuckled again, but he didn’t give her what she wanted and she groaned. “Please, Kaleb.”

  “Tell me. Where do you want my cock? In your pussy? Or in your ass?”

  God, why was he leaving it up to her? She was so fucking turned on, she didn’t give a damn where he fucked her as long as he did it soon. But she knew what he wanted, and quite frankly, what he wanted was what she wanted. “In my ass. Fuck my ass, Kaleb.”

  “I’m going to fuck you hard. I can’t hold back.” His words sounded like a warning, but Zoey wouldn’t tell him that they were more of a promise to her ears.

  “Please.” She begged again slipping her hand beneath her body, finding her clit with her fingers.

  “That’s it, baby.” His sexy voice boomed through the room as he moved around behind her. “Play with your clit. Then I want you to bury two fingers in your pussy when I fuck your ass.”

  Oh yes!

  Zoey worked her fingers furiously over her clit as Kaleb moved behind
her. She expected him to separate her ass cheeks and press inside of her, but once again, another slap landed on her ass, and she screamed, her fingers stilled.

  “Now, Zoey.” Kaleb exclaimed, pushing his cock into her faster than she expected, stealing her breath, but the pain disappeared as fast as it had come on.

  “Fuck your pussy with your fingers, baby.”

  She tried, she honestly did, but the only thing Zoey wanted was for him to move faster. She needed to come, and it didn’t matter how he made that happen, her body was pulled tighter than a bow, begging, pleading for release.

  Kaleb gripped her hips and began ramming into her ass, harder, faster, over and over until she was moaning and having a hard time focusing on what her hands were supposed to be doing.

  “Come for me, Zoey. Come for me, baby.” Kaleb’s voice sounded strained, as though he were fighting to hang on.

  Zoey cried out, “Please, Kaleb. Make me come.”

  She didn’t know what was stopping her, didn’t know why she couldn’t reach that pinnacle that would rocket her into ecstasy, but she couldn’t. It was then that Kaleb’s fingers replaced hers, burying deep in her pussy, curving until he hit that perfect spot that had fireworks detonating behind her eyes and her body tightening painfully.

  “Come for me!” Kaleb’s sexy voice boomed louder than before, a command, not a request and Zoey’s orgasm tore through her as Kaleb roared his release.

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  Kaleb couldn’t close his eyes, although Zoey didn’t seem to be having any problem with it. What had just happened between the two of them had been the most intense situation Kaleb had ever found himself in. Did he go around spanking his partners? Ummm... That would be a no. Until Zoey, Kaleb had never spanked another soul. Ever.

  Yet when she had walked away from him for the second time, trying to shut him out, he’d been so pissed off; his only thought was of making sure she remembered not to do it again. He didn’t want her to shut him out. He didn’t want her to walk away from him. What did that mean? Hell he didn’t know, but he knew he couldn’t take it if she turned away from him now.