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Kinetic Energy (Forbidden Love Book 2)

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by Hayley Faiman


  When it rings in my palm, I jump. I feel a wave of disappointment at the name that pops up. It’s my sister, Lola. I haven’t heard from her since I’ve moved so I decide to answer it.

  “Hey,” I greet.

  I hear her hum and then with her freaky older sister intuition she demands to know what’s wrong with me. If it wasn’t so damn freaky, I would laugh at her. “I met someone, we went out tonight, but he was acting weird,” I admit, being sure to omit the part where he’s forty-four and my professor. Lola would freak the fuck out if she knew that, in fact, she would probably come out here and slap me around with her flip-flops.

  “Maybe he really likes you and doesn’t know how he feels about that quite yet. Men aren’t like us, Ines. They freak out when they find someone they truly care for,” she states.

  I let out my own hum. “Who did you meet?” I demand.

  She laughs, her voice low and husky. “His name is Mark. He owns the construction company that is renovating the restaurant I work at. He asked me out five times before I said yes.”

  I know just by her voice that she’s blushing. I hope that this guy is nice, Lola doesn’t need any other assholes, one abusive ex-husband is enough.

  “He’s a good guy?” I ask, glancing over at Jessa’s empty bed with a frown. They’re so much alike, my sister and Jessa.

  “He seems to be wonderful. Kosmo knows of him, and he said he’s never heard a bad thing about him. We went out a few times, and he seems really great.”

  “Has he freaked out, yet?” I ask with a small laugh.

  Lola joins in my laughter. “Not yet, probably after date five, especially since I won’t give it up,” she admits.

  I cringe, not willing to tell my conservative sister that I gave a little up before I even went out on one date with Thomas. He brings something out of me, then I close my eyes, he brings the slut out of me. As much as I want to tell my sister that, I can’t, I don’t think that she would understand.

  There isn’t a moment that I’m in his presence that I don’t want him or crave his touch. She wouldn’t get it, Novia might understand, she’s more like me. She’s freer, more open, but not Lola.

  Lola tells me about her Mark, and that he’s divorced and has two children, which she’s met already. To me, that means they’re serious and I like that for her. I like that there’s this man who was persistent and has been open with her. Plus, Kosmo knows him, and that eases my mind a bit. When Lola’s ex became abusive and she finally left him, we all took to protecting her. I’m not sure that we’ll ever not worry about her safety.

  “Talk to him, Ines,” she says.

  I close my eyes, she’s right. I need to talk to him. “What if I don’t like what he has to say,” I admit.

  “Then he’s not the one for you,” she announces.

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  Lola tells me that she loves and misses me before she ends the call. I stare at the black screen of my phone for a few more minutes, then I do what Lola suggests, but in my own way.

  I miss you next to me.

  I send the text to Thomas, my heart racing, hammering quickly inside of my chest. The three bubbles appear almost immediately, telling me that he’s typing back to me. I chew on my bottom lip, waiting and trying not to hyperventilate as he slowly replies.

  Then my phone rings in my hand and I’m surprised to see his name. I swipe my finger to accept the call.

  “Hello,” I murmur.

  I hear him sigh on the other end. “I have a lot of shit going on this week, and weekend. I’m sorry I was distracted tonight,” he admits.

  I lay down on my pillow, rolling to my side and curling into a ball. “Is everything okay?”

  He grunts before he answers. “It will be, angel eyes.” The minute he calls me angel eyes my entire body relaxes. There’s something about the way he says it, about his voice, I know that everything will be okay, just like he claims.

  “So, do you not want to see me until next week?” I ask, my heart beginning to race again at the thought of not seeing him for at least five days, maybe six.

  Thomas clears his throat. “I have to leave right after classes on Friday, and I won’t be home until Sunday evening. I have to make sure I’m caught up on all of my work. Good news is you won’t have a paper due Friday, bad news is you have a pop quiz tomorrow,” he chuckles.

  “Is there extra credit?” I ask, my voice husky. I meant it as a joke, but it didn’t come out that way.

  “Ines.”

  Deciding to let it all hang out, I admit to him. “I can’t stay away from you for six days, Thomas. There’s no way.”

  “Thursday night, stay with me before I need to leave.”

  The smile that appears on my face is ridiculous. “Absolutely,” I whisper.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  THOMAS

  I shouldn’t have told Ines to come over tonight, I shouldn’t have but I did. I can’t stop thinking about her, and when she said she couldn’t stay away from me for six days, something inside of me ached, because I know that I can’t stay away from her for six days either.

  I was relieved when she wanted to see me, especially after how I behaved Tuesday evening. Having to see Danielle tomorrow night, and all weekend is weighing heavily on my mind. Having to see her and continue lying to Ines is killing me.

  Wednesday, seeing Ines in class, I knew that I couldn’t not see her until Monday. I have to feel her against me, her body pressing against my own, at least once more before I fly to New York. I’ve decided to have a long conversation with my dad while I’m in town. I want to talk to him about divorcing Danielle and ask him if I should hire an attorney here in Nebraska, or in the city.

  I glance at my phone as I begin to pack my bag, I want to have it completed before Ines arrives. I don’t want to waste a minute with her. She should be arriving in the next thirty minutes. I offered to pick her up and drive her here, but she was insistent that she would get here on her own.

  I know that she has a car, but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her drive it. I don’t live within walking distance to campus, so I assume she’s going to take the bus, possibly, and I honestly don’t like that idea. I really don’t want to even think about it. She refused, to the point where I could tell it was going to turn into a fight. This will be the one and only time I allow her to take a bus alone. I don’t like the way it makes me feel, not knowing if she’s safe or not.

  Quickly, I look around my bedroom for any signs of Danielle. I told her to take all of her shit, and while there isn’t anything of hers left in the closets, drawers, or bathroom, I don’t know that she’s taken every single piece of herself out of the house. Honest to fuck, I haven’t paid much attention at all. My mind has been occupied by Ines.

  The front doorbell rings and my stomach flips in anticipation. I haven’t been inside of her or held her since Monday. I feel like a fucking addict, like a crackhead. I’m addicted to her pussy, to her smell, taste, and her goddamn smile. I don’t waste even a second, my feet carrying me swiftly toward the door.

  Yanking it open, my lips immediately turn up into a wide smile. Ines is standing on my front porch, a backpack slung over her shoulder and a smile on her face. Her long hair is down, and she’s dressed like it’s summer outside and not a chilly fall evening.

  “Aren’t you cold?” I ask, standing to the side to let her in.

  She wrinkles her nose, stepping into the living room, immediately dropping her bag at her feet and turning to face me. “I’m fucking freezing. I won’t make it through the winter. My brothers and sisters warned me, but I didn’t quite realize what I was getting into,” she announces as she shivers.

  Reaching out, I wrap my hand around her bicep and gently tug her against my chest. I run my hands up and down her arms to warm her up. “You need some warm clothes, angel eyes,” I say, looking down at her gorgeous face. Her teeth chatter a little and she gives me her giant smile.

  “Maybe you can just keep me
warm all winter?” she asks, lifting a brow and looking extremely mischievous.

  Leaning down slightly, I run my nose alongside hers. “I’ll do my damnedest,” I grunt.

  Ines wraps her arms around me, running her fingertips up my back and pressing her full tits against my chest. “I had plans to feed you,” I mumble, lowering my chin a bit more so that my lips touch hers.

  “Oh, I’m hungry,” she hums against my mouth.

  I moan, unbelieving that this woman is in my home—that she’s mine. That she wants me just as often, and just as badly, as I want her. I’ve never had this before, nor have I felt this way before and I feel like I’ve been dead the past forty-four years, and I’m finally alive.

  “Food, Ines. We need food,” I grunt, not wishing to eat anything but her pussy, but knowing we need sustenance.

  She shakes her head, her arms tightening around me, and she kisses my jawline, then moves her way down to my neck. It’s my turn to shiver, but not from a chill in the air, but instead from need. “I need you, Thomas. It’s been too long,” she whispers against my skin.

  My hands automatically grab her waist and I grip her tightly, pulling her against my hard length. She moans, her fingers abandoning my back in search of the front buttons of my shirt. “Ines, that’s not what this is about, I just missed you,” I groan.

  It sounds like a lie, even as I say the words. Why else would I ask her to spend the night, especially right before I leave for New York? I’m such a goddamn dick. I want inside of her, I crave to be inside of her, every fucking part of her. I can lie to myself all day long, but that’s exactly what it would be, a fucking lie. I need this girl like I need to breathe.

  Reaching down, I grip my hands around the backs of her thighs and I lift her up. Ines opens her legs and wraps them around my waist. Her eyes bore into mine, but neither of us speaks. Apparently, we’ve both missed each other’s bodies equally, and we can think of nothing else until we’ve at least had a taste.

  I plan on tasting tonight, too. Monday didn’t leave me nearly satisfied enough, it wasn’t enough of her, of being inside of her. I’ve quickly come to the conclusion that I don’t like quick fucks, at least not with Ines.

  Walking her toward my bedroom, I gently set her down on her feet. I watch as she takes a step back and looks around, her brows furrowing before her gaze settles on me. “This room is different,” she announces.

  It hits me, she was in my guest room last time she spent the night, now she’s in the master. Lifting my arm, I run my hand through my hair, trying to come up with some kind of explanation for not allowing her in my actual bedroom before.

  “My sheets weren’t clean in here, last time, I knew the guest ones were,” I lie. It comes out far smoother, and easier, than it should.

  Ines’ eyes narrow slightly, but then she shakes her head once as if to shake the thoughts away. I don’t want to question her, or her thoughts. I don’t know if, or how, I could answer her. I don’t want to think about it. What I want is this divorce to be done, so that I never have to think about the fact that I’m not free to give all of me to Ines.

  “Take everything off,” I grunt in an attempt to take my mind off of the thoughts that were beginning to swirl around.

  Ines smiles, her face lighting up just like it always does when she’s happy. I watch as she pulls her flimsy t-shirt over her head, throwing it somewhere to the side, then she quickly unsnaps her bra and tosses it to join her shirt. I almost whimper at the sight of her full tits, I haven’t seen them since last weekend in Kansas. Her jeans are next, then her panties.

  “Hands and knees, spread for me,” I practically growl.

  She doesn’t walk directly to the bed. Instead, she slowly makes her way to me. Reaching her hand up, she traces her finger along my lips before she turns and walks toward the bed. I watch her hips sway, her ass begging to be grabbed, and spanked. Goddamn, I need her, so fucking badly.

  My eyes take her in, her legs spread widely, her ass tipped toward me, and her chest on the bed. I lick my lips at the sight of her pink pussy, slick and waiting for me on the edge of the bed. Slowly, I make my way toward her, sinking to my knees when I arrive at my destination.

  I blow cool air against her center, Ines moans and pushes her hips closer to me. Running both of my hands up each side of her thighs, I stop when I’ve reached her ass and I spread her cheeks apart. “Thomas,” she rasps.

  I lick her from clit to her tight asshole. “Fuck,” she gasps.

  Moving back down to her slit, I slide my tongue inside of her and fuck her. I bury my face in her sweet pussy, and I enjoy her flavor as it floods my taste buds. Flicking her clit with my tongue, I move my hand down her side until I find her heavy tit.

  Squeezing the flesh, I enjoy the way she pushes back against my face when I do. Letting her search for her climax. I continue to alternate between flicking her clit and fucking her with my tongue over and over. My fingers find her nipple, pinching it and tugging on it as she pushes back searching for her release.

  The little noises she makes above me causes my cock to practically bust my zipper wide open. Her hips start to move erratically, shaking, and her pussy grows even wetter. We groan simultaneously and then she lets out a scream. It’s like nothing I’ve heard before. Her body attempts to shoot forward, but my grip on her hip keeps her still and I continue to flick her clit, then swirl my tongue around it, gently biting it—never letting up.

  She reaches behind me and wraps her fingers in my hair, trying to pull my head from between her legs but I don’t let her, she tastes too fucking good. When her body goes completely slack, I gently lap up her climax before I release her and stand to my feet.

  “Holy shit,” she sighs.

  I glance at her face and there’s an unmovable smile tipping her lips, her eyes are closed, and she looks like she’s in fucking bliss. Quickly, I remove my clothing and I grab ahold of her hips again, pulling her to her knees.

  “Thomas?” she asks, opening her eyes and twisting her neck around to look at me. “It’s my turn to taste,” she says breathlessly. She’s in no shape to take my cock down her throat. I shake my head and align my dick with her wet as fuck slit.

  “Later, angel eyes,” I wink.

  Slowly, I dive into her tight heat, my eyes never leaving hers with every centimeter I sink farther inside of her. Once I’m completely seated, she lets out a long sigh as her eyes flutter closed. Gliding my hand up her spine, I wrap my fingers around the back of her neck. “You good?” I ask softly.

  “When you’re inside of me, it feels so good. I never want you to leave,” she murmurs huskily, her voice gentle and sweet.

  I don’t make a move, staying completely inside of her warmth. Shifting my hand to her tits, I wrap my arm beneath them and guide her upper body vertical. I pepper the back of her neck, and her shoulder with kisses, my cock begging to move, but my angel eyes needs some tenderness. I’m leaving her for three days, and I haven’t been that great this past week to her.

  “I’ve missed you, sweetheart,” I hum against her neck.

  She turns her head, her mouth touching the underside of my jaw, whispering against my skin. “Make me come again, Papi, like only you can.” A shiver runs through me, at her words. Fuck yes, I’ll make her come again, and again—as many times as she wants me to.

  My tongue snakes out and licks the skin where her shoulder and neck meet. Shifting my hold on her, I drape my arm around her tits, grabbing ahold of one with my hand. My other hand moves across her hip and I press my fingertips against her clit. It’s still swollen, assuredly sensitive to the touch, but Ines doesn’t push my hand away, instead, she lets out a long moan.

  I pull out of her body as far as I can without losing my grip on both her tits and clit, then I pump into her. I can feel her ass against my pelvis and I groan, wishing I could be buried inside of her there, one day I will be, too.

  One day I will own all of her.

  I continue to kiss, lick, and suck on her
neck, enjoying the taste of her skin as I fuck her tight warmth. She reaches behind me and shifts her fingers into my hair, gripping on tightly to the back of my neck. I groan against her skin, my hips moving faster, along with my fingers.

  “Thomas, oh baby, I’m going to come,” she moans breathlessly, followed by a whimper.

  Her little noises set me off. I thrust a little harder, and faster, my fingers circling her clit much the same way. She pushes against me, her body moving to find her release, her pussy beginning to pulse around me and I know that she’s as close as she claims.

  Her entire body goes rock solid, freezing, with nothing but a gasp and her pussy squeezes me so tightly that it almost hurts my dick. I don’t stop fucking her though, I continue to take her until I feel my balls ache and then I thrust inside of her one last time. I come with a loud grunt, my dick twitching and filling her body with cum.

  Without losing our connection, I gently lay her forward on the bed, pressing my chest against her back. Her hand stays gripped in the back of my hair and I find that the bite of pain is something I enjoy when it’s from her. I squeeze her breast, and she turns her head to face me.

  “Can we stay like this, always?” she asks.

  “We would die. We need to eat, and at least one of us has to work to pay bills,” I chuckle.

  I give her a wink, thrusting into her with my softening cock. I don’t want to lose our connection yet, no matter how uncomfortable I am with my legs straight out behind me. “Yeah, eventually food and money would be good. But for now, I could live off of this,” she sighs.

  “I have to get up early, and I won’t be home after classes, let’s get some food, angel eyes,” I say.

  Her mouth turns into a slight frown. “Where do you have to go?” she asks.

  I gently remove myself from her body, mourning the loss of her heat as I stand up straight. “I have to see my dad for the weekend,” I state, omitting the entirety of my trip, just as I’ve omitted a fuck of a lot over the past few weeks with her.

 

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