Dillon maneuvered away from her touch. Her hands on his shoulders were poisonous. The only woman he wanted to touch him was with another man, doing God only knows what. “I have a lot on my mind,” he said walking out of the den and into the kitchen to get a drink of water.
Kelly sat at the kitchen table. “I know this is a stressful time for you. You have that big case going on, and I’m bugging you with stuff about the wedding. I can’t wait for our vacation to relax and get away from it all; even if it is only for seven days.”
He didn’t answer and tossed the warm tap water from the glass in the sink when it didn’t hit the spot. He took a beer from the fridge. Popping the tab, he took a long swig of the cold beer leaning against the sink looking at the woman he was betrothed to.
Kelly wasn’t an unattractive woman. In fact, she was quite attractive with hair the color of chestnuts that hung to her waist and warm amber colored-eyes. She was a little on the thick side but not overweight. Other men would do a double-take at her when they were out together.
There wasn’t anything wrong with Kelly physically. She was the perfect mate. She cooked exquisite meals and kept an immaculate home. If someone needed help, she was always first to offer her services. She’d won teacher of the year more than once, and her third-grade students loved her to death. He wished he loved her to death. He probably would if he weren’t in love with Taylor James.
Dillon finished the beer tossing the empty can in the recycle bin. “Kelly, maybe we should postpone the wedding until my case is over.”
Her eyes clouded over, and her voice weakened. “Dillon, are you serious? The planning is almost complete. If we postpone it, we will lose thousands of dollars.”
“I know but with the promotion and the new case load, I’m swamped with work. Anything can come up, and I might not be able to be away for two weeks on a honeymoon.”
Tears ran down Kelly’s cheeks streaking her face. “Mr. Cartwright guaranteed you the time off for the wedding. Why do you want to stop it now, Dillon? Don’t lie and say it is your job. Is there someone else?”
He took another beer from the fridge. “Don’t be silly. Where would I have time to see another woman? I barely have time for you.”
“Where were you tonight? It is almost one o’clock in the morning, and I don’t know where you’ve been and with whom.”
“I was at work. I told you where I was going.”
She pulled her silk robe together and nodded. “I called your office and no one answered. I called Taylor to see if she knew where you were.”
His brow narrowed causing the blue of his eyes to darken. “You called Taylor to check up on me!”
“Not to check on you, but to see if she knew where you were. You don’t talk to me anymore, Dillon. Taylor knows what is going in your life more than I do. She is the only one I can get answers from concerning you.”
He raised his voice to match hers. “She is my best friend so normally I tell her stuff. What is the big deal about that?”
“The big deal is I’m going to be your wife! Why don’t you let me know what is going on with you. Ever since I lost the baby, you seem to hate me. Do you think that was my fault, and I did it on purpose?”
“Don’t bring that to this argument,” he said crushing the can with his hands.
“Why don’t you ever want to talk about my miscarriage? That hurt me, Dillon; it still hurts. You seemed relieved when it happened.”
Avoiding her gaze, he said, “I’m going to bed.”
Her hand caught the edge of his arm preventing him from walking away. “No, you’re not. I want this settled tonight. I have given you nothing but love and devotion. You, on the other hand, have given me nothing but coldness. I want to know what the other woman is doing for you that I’m not. Give me a chance to make it right, Dillon. My God, I love you, and I want us to be together forever. Please, just tell me what I am doing wrong.”
He gently patted the soft hand clutching his arm. Lowering his voice, he did not look at her as he spoke. Holding back his emotions, he shook his head dreading what he was about to say. “You deserve to be loved by a perfect man, Kelly. I’m not him. I think I’m holding you back from true happiness.”
“Dillon, please don’t say it. I won’t allow myself to hear you say you want to leave me. We have been together since college. There is no walking away after all we’ve been through,” she cried.
He scrubbed his hands down his face and sat at the kitchen table across from her. He hated when she cried. The problem he had most with her was her dependency on him. Taylor was an independent woman who didn’t need a man to define her; that is how he wanted Kelly to be. He didn’t want her hanging over him every minute of the day or calling him with problems she could handle if she put her mind to it. “I’m going to bed. We’ll deal with this tomorrow.”
“When, tomorrow? Are you going to discuss it with Taylor over breakfast to get her advice and then discuss it with me?”
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. “How did you know about breakfast with Taylor in the morning?”
“I talked with her remember. She invited me to come along, but now I know you don’t want me anywhere near you so I won’t go.”
“That’s not true. If she extended the invitation, you should come. Taylor is your friend too.”
Kelly nodded. “Yes, she is a good friend. It’s too bad you want to call off the wedding. Mary Linda had to withdraw from the wedding. I was going to ask Taylor to be a bridesmaid since she is like family.”
“Those are your words, Kelly. I just asked you to think about postponing it for a year.”
“You want me to put the wedding off for another whole year! What will our parents have to say about that? They have invested a lot of money, Dillon!”
“We can pay them back,” he exploded. He got up from the table wishing he could get away from her.
Kelly’s brain snapped. Her facial expression changed to reflect her anger. She shouted, banging her fists on the table. “No, we can’t! I don’t know what is going on in your brain, but we are getting married in eight months, and you will be happy on that day come hell or high water.” She got up from the table to stand in front of him. Her lips curled in a ferocious snarl and her eyes blazed, darkening the amber to a hot flaming color. “Whoever this bitch is you are fucking around with, end it tomorrow!”
Stunned, he rocked backwards on the heels of his shoes. Kelly never used foul language or took a forceful stance. He was seeing a side of her he didn’t know existed. Tumbling down from his high horse he mumbled, “There is no other woman.”
“Then get over yourself and start acting like we are a happy couple devoted to each other and deeply in love.”
“I won’t pretend to be something I’m not, Kelly. You have no control over my emotions.”
Putting her hands in the pockets of her robe, she leaned forward aligning her head next to his ear. “I have more control than you think. Don’t push me, Dillon, or I will be forced to reveal the secret you have been hiding from everyone.”
Her hot breath seared his ear. He kept his head straight and stiff. With his breathing uneven, he said, “You’re crazy; I have no secrets.”
Kelly’s garbled laugh was devious and hateful. “I may be a touch crazy. But I know things, Dillon; don’t push me too far or I how I really fell down those stairs might come out.”
He threw up his hands in defeat and unwilling to argue with her. It was obvious an evil influx had taken over causing her to lose sight with reality. Walking away from her would be in his best interest. “That was an honest accident and you know it, but screw it! Forget I said a damn thing about postponing your precious wedding. Just keep making your fucking plans and maybe I’ll show up. My sanity isn’t important to anyone anyhow,” he said storming out of the kitchen.
She tossed her hair over her shoulder and folded her arms tightly across her chest. Hearing the back door slam, she said under her breath. “I figured you would
see it my way.”
*****
Cracking open her eyelids, Taylor adjusted her head on the pillow to stop the strands of her plush hair from tickling him under his nose as he attempted to sleep. The irritation came from her head resting partially on his shoulder. She tried to roll over to her side of the bed, but the move was futile. Seconds later, he pulled her back to resume the cuddling position. She brushed down the curls of her hair with her hand hoping to solve the problem. He batted her hand away draping her arm across his bare waist.
She lifted her head to check the clock that sat on the nightstand on his side of the bed. It was 4:25am. She closed her eyes sighing. She was exhausted and having trouble sleeping in a strange bed. They left Uncle Vernon’s house around 1:00am and arrived at Mario’s house around 1:45am, then pleasured one another until the wee hours of the night. Taylor longed to sleep in her bed, but stuck with plans to spend the night with him.
She recalled the baby shower and was happy he’d joined her after all. Her family had given him an accepting welcome, which allowed him to relax and be himself. The men in her family behaved and keep him entertained in her absence and the women were on their best behavior also. In all, the night was a success.
Mario’s head shifted filling his face with her soft springy curls once again. Deciding she wanted him to wake up, her hand wandered beneath the loose sheet to grab a bountiful handful of him. Her fingers trace his impressive flaccid length. Mario stirred indicating he was awakening from her touch.
“Umm,” she murmured as he responded positively to the gentle caressing of her hand. “You are awake.”
A low gravelly moan escaped his throat. Sweeping fine wisps of hair away from his face, he said, “I can’t sleep with your hand doing that.”
She turned over to lie atop him. “Am I too heavy?”
“You’re crushing the life from me,” he said grinning. She started to roll off him, but he swiftly grabbed her by the hips stopping her. “I was only kidding. You’re light as a feather.”
Taylor folded her hands across his chest propping her chin up to give him a side-eyed glance. “Don’t play like that. Women are sensitive when it comes to weight issues.”
“Forgive me for teasing you. You are in no way overweight; you’re light as a feather.”
She brushed her lips against his cheeks before kissing each of them. “I love the way you duck hot water when thrown under the faucet.”
Folding his arms around her body pressing her tightly against him, he nibbled her neck. “Taylor, are you ready for a serious relationship?”
“What do you want us to be, Mario? Are you ready to be exclusive with only me?”
“The minute I made love to you, I was ready for that commitment. I don’t know what it is about you, but I have to be with you day and night.”
“I’ve been told I have that effect on people,” she said tracing the tip of her tongue along his strong chin.
She tipped the box of condoms over on the nightstand plucking a foil packet from the box. Tearing the foil open with her teeth, she reached between their bodies to sheath him without moving from her position.
“Are you sure you’re ready for more?”
The pulsation of his penis beat against the flesh of her thigh. He was warm and hard as steel. She moved her legs to straddle his thighs and raised her hips to allow him access to the gates of her heat.
Kissing his rock hard chest, she licked the flat of his nipple. “What do you think?”
He flipped her over, changing their positions, so he was on top of her. With a firm hand pressed against her belly, holding her down, he slid lower on the bed until nestled between her lithe thighs. He caught her gaze when he looked up at her. She knew what was to come and bowed her back when his mouth covered her womanhood.
Left helpless of everything including breathing, she moaned. His mouth was so hot, so delicious, and so skilled, as he pleasured her orally. A soft release of his name flowed from her lips as his fingers moved inside of her. Pressing, exploring, moving in and out of her all the while his tongue flickered against her engorged clit. She couldn’t get enough breath in her lungs to release the scream caused by the crashing waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.
Slowly she opened her eyes to Mario hovering over her, watching her recover from the body-splitting orgasm. With a glimmer in his eye and a smile on those amazing talented lips, her body shuddered from the ripples of aftershocks hitting her. “I honestly don’t know if I can handle more of you tonight,” she said swallowing to coat the dryness creeping in her throat from the heavy panting.
His hand caressed her inner thigh, parting her legs as he positioned himself to enter her womanhood. “You have to have something left for me.”
She complied with his demand by dropping her knees apart to allow the first push of him to stretch her opening. “Yes, I’m sure I do have a little something left for you,” she said filled with arousal and pulling his hips to place him so he could placate the building ache growing in her loins.
She buried her head in the crook of his forearm as he drove inside her sore cavity. Although she was not a virgin, it had been a while since she’d had sexual intercourse and was tight. “Are you okay?” He asked holding still. Her warm, wet heat wrapped around him like a tight glove. Unlike the first time, he wanted to give her a second to get used to him and ease the tenderness she had from the first go-around.
His arms strained holding his body in position above her. Every muscle inside of him wanted to move, feel the friction of her body against him, but he needed her to be comfortable and ready to accept him without pain. She arched her back and tightened her legs around his waist. “Don’t stop moving,” she said grinding her hips and squeezing her inner muscles teasing him.
“Then stop doing that before I have an accident.”
She did, and he began moving his hips using short, easy thrusts. She kissed his forearms, tasting the moisture building on his body. He lowered his head to take a nipple in his mouth. Taylor’s body trembled half from pain and half from pleasure as his lips closed over her breast.
Her hips were now moving in unison with his. No sounds outside of the soft moans and the meshing of their bodies causing the bedsprings to sing; came from the dark bedroom.
Taylor winced out in pain when Mario’s teeth scraped across her swollen and sore nipple. The long erotic hours from earlier had her body sore, but not to the point she wanted him to stop. He mumbled an apology and switched to her other breast to feast. The embers of an orgasm brewed in her body with each of his thrusts in and out of her body. He sustained the short thrusting, but his arms were weakening from the strain of supporting his own weight.
To relieve the stress from his arms, she took hold of each of his wrists, pulling his arms over her head. The move forced his full-weight to rest on her. He mumbled in her ear. “I will smother you.”
“No, you won’t. Besides, I like the way you feel.”
His grunting and growling vibrated in her ear as he dropped his head on her shoulder. She loved the manly sounds he made, knowing it was her bringing him such uncontainable pleasure. And the mere sight of his hips pumping rhythmically was enough to make the fire between her legs unbearable.
Immediately she concentrated on their bodies melding together. She unlocked her legs from around his waist, arching her hips upward to meet each of his powerful downward thrusts against her pelvis. Her ravenous hands roamed his backside. Her fingernails raked across the damp, slippery skin of his muscular back then lower to caress the firm mounds of his buttocks as he clenched and unclenched.
He moved his arms so his hands could take a hold of her butt cheeks to spread her further apart to accommodate him. His length penetrated her enough to brush her cervix. She jerked as the sharp pain pinched her, and he adjusted the vigor of his thrusting.
The slapping of sweaty bodies and the aroma of pure hot sex filled his bedroom. Taylor gripped the fitted sheet, sucking in long drags of air. Her he
ad was light from the lack of oxygen filling her lungs.
Suddenly her body lost control and bucked wildly under him. The orgasm came from nowhere, splintering her body in different directions as she clutched onto his shoulders. He didn’t hold back his demanding raid on her as she shattered from a massive orgasm to collapse under him. He didn’t have time to revel as his own powerful orgasm drew from the base of his manhood to skyrocket him to orbit.
A low grating growl rose from the depths of his belly as he released his seed, filling the condom and wishing it wasn’t working as a barrier between them. He wanted the natural juices of their lovemaking to mix. And if the unmentionable happened, then so what, he was ready to settle down and start a family. He would not have a problem marrying Taylor James if he got her pregnant.
Holding his position for several minutes, he rolled off her and onto his side of the bed. Taylor was too outdone to move. Her heart pounded the walls of her chest at a tempo that scared her. If she didn’t get it under control, she would have a freaking stroke.
Mario got out of bed disappearing into the bathroom connected to the master bedroom. He returned with a glass of water handing it to her. “Drink this. It will help you get your senses together.”
She pulled her achy body up to rest on her elbows. “Baby, you are killing me. I exercise and still don’t have the stamina to keep up with you,” she said taking the glass and tipping it to her parched lips.
As he sat next to her rubbing her damp thighs Mario’s lips quirked. “You’re in shape physically but don’t worry, I will eventually get you to match me stroke for stroke.”
She drained the last of the water handing him the glass. “You are challenging me….I like that.” She yawned stretching her arms over her head.
Mario’s pupils dilated with the rise and fall of her ample breasts. He shook his head not believing he was becoming aroused yet again. Even he realized he did not have the energy to go another round without having a few hours of sleep to recover. “Baby, why don’t we take a quick shower and get some shut-eye?”
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