by Lexy Timms
Kallie was his.
And he wanted to protect her.
Ash was also nervous. The part of him that wasn’t dripping red with anger was truly nervous about her meeting up with this guy. They had a history, and Kallie wasn’t the type of girl to take marriage lightly. What if her ex tried to sweet talk her? What if he convinced her to forgive him? To give him a second chance?
Ash was overwhelmed with emotions, and before he could catch himself, he reached out for Kallie.
She squealed as he pulled her body into his. Jealousy ran through his veins as he brought his lips to hers. His chest was panting. His tongue pushed between her lips. His entire body was shaking as he clung to Kallie’s upper arms. He pressed his lips harder. Farther. Deeper. Raked his tongue along the roof of her mouth until his teeth clattered against hers.
He kissed Kallie until she responded, her body bending to his. He pressed his strong grip into her lower back, grinding her hips along his growing cock. Her tongue finally slid between his lips and he gripped her hair, tugging her head to the side. She whimpered. Moaned. Gasped for air as his teeth trailed down her neck.
He bit into her skin as her legs caved from underneath her. He could feel her trembling against him as her hands fisted his clothes. Kallie was his. His to protect. His to care for. His to spoil. No other man would take that from him. And he would make sure Kallie was sent off with a goodbye she wouldn't forget all throughout that damn dinner. His hands cloaked her back and he pulled her even closer, sinking his scent into her body.
He wanted her to go to that dinner with his cum drying on her thighs.
He barreled her into the wall of his living room and hoisted her off her feet. He pawed at her clothes. Listened as they ripped underneath his grip. He bit at her neck, leaving indentations behind filled with his saliva. He pulled her shirt down until her luscious tits popped out, then wrapped his lips around them. Felt them pucker against his tongue. His hands shoved her skirt up her legs, rolling the tight fabric against her skin so he could feel her bare thighs.
“Ash. What are you—?”
His mouth collided with hers again, and Kallie’s moan filled his throat. His hands fell to his pants, pinning her body between his chest and the wall. He shoved them down his legs until his cock sprang free, trembling with a need to be inside her. He fisted Kallie’s excess, gripping the meat of her thighs, and wrapped her legs around him. Her hands clung to his hair and he growled into her, raking his teeth along her lower lip.
Then he grabbed his cock and positioned himself at her pussy, readying himself for her warmth.
A warmth that was his, and no one else’s.
Chapter 15
Kallie
Kallie felt as if she’d been hit by a truck. The force overwhelmed her and left her breathless. Ash’s commanding movements and the desperation of his tongue. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Not even with him on the island. His hands clawed at her clothes. Ripped at the stitches of the fabric. It was as if he couldn't get close enough to her fast enough. Couldn't have her in his palms quick enough.
And with his cock pulsating at her entrance, Kallie found herself wanting more.
Ash shoved his cock into her body and set a relentless pace. His hips snapped against her, not giving her one ounce of a moment to adjust. To breathe. To catch herself. His lean chest pinned her into the wall and his hand fisted her hair again. Tugging her head to the side as his cock pressed against her walls. Her body gave into him. Her juices quickly slickened his skin. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer, her heels pressing into the crook of his back.
“Holy shit,” she said breathlessly. “Ash.”
His hand commanded her head and her gaze up to his. Kallie locked her eyes, washing herself away in the darkened hazel stare of the man fucking her senseless. Her body was his, and she wasn’t in control. She hadn’t been since she pulled up to the curb, and the more he controlled her, the more she loved it. Her hands raked at his shoulders as he collided their lips again. His hips slammed against hers as she jumped up the wall. She felt her juices sliding from between her thighs, coating his cock and running down his balls that slapped wildly against her ass.
But before she could come—just as she hit that precipice—Ash slipped from between her legs.
“No. No. No. Come back,” she said with a whisper.
Kallie felt herself being peeled from the wall, suspended in midair. Ash moved them around the room, his growls filling the caverns of her ears. She felt herself being planted onto her feet before Ash’s hands fell to her hips, turning her around in his grasp. His hand fisted her hair again, this time bending her over the back of the couch. His knee knocked her legs farther apart, and she could feel the cool air of his penthouse making her pussy twitch.
“So tight for me. And so eager for my cock,” Ash said.
His words burned as he slid into her, causing her to arch into his body.
Her hands gripped the back of the couch and she rocked into him. His hips pounded against hers, and she felt her ass jiggling for him. His balls smacked her clit and it left her speechless. She wanted to cry out. Wanted to chant his name. Wanted to tell him how much she loved this. Adored this. Wanted more of this with him.
But each smack of his balls jolted her legs and dimmed her vision. Each slap of his hips against her ass robbed her of her breath. Each crack of his hand against her ass cheeks made her jump. Made her pussy sopping wet. The sounds they created—that thick wetness that stroked along his skin—buried her. Dragged her under. Swept her away in his current as he marked her.
Branded her.
Sank himself deeper into her.
He was an animal. Grunting and growling as his hand tightened in her hair. He pulled her head back, arching her back so much she thought it would break. She cried out for mercy. Begged for her orgasm. Allowed filthy, lustful obscenities to drop from her lips. Her walls swelled. Her juices dribbled down the insides of her thighs. She bucked wildly into Ash and felt his cock growing thicker. Stronger. Steadier with each stroke.
“So beautiful,” Ash said. “So wonderful.”
Tears rose to Kallie’s eyes at his words as her nails dug into the couch. She felt beautiful. She felt wonderful. She felt wanted against Ash’s body. Her legs began to grow weak as her clit swelled with the assault. His hips snapped harder and her pussy swelled bigger. Pain and pleasure blurred the lines as electricity cascaded throughout her limbs. Fire rushed up the backs of her legs, tingling every atom of her body and setting her hair on edge.
It was all too much. The slapping. The dripping. The jostling and the tightening. Kallie’s pussy fluttered around his cock, and her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as she fell over the edge. She tugged him deeper. Allowed his cock to stroke parts of her no man had ever touched. Her legs gave out from underneath her, and Ash quickly wrapped his arm around her. Held her in his grasp as his hand untangled from her hair.
All of his lean musculature blanketed her body. Her back. Her legs. She panted as white-hot pleasure shot through every fiber of her being. She couldn't breathe. Couldn't comprehend. Had no idea where she was any longer. Her vision dulled and her eyes closed, and she knew she was on the brink of passing out. Ash’s lips fell between her shoulder blades as his cock pumped her full. Filled her with threads of cum that soon shot from between her legs with every pulse he delivered against her walls.
“Come back to me,” Ash said with a whisper.
Kallie’s head fell to the couch, her legs dangling helplessly from her body.
She felt Ash fall to her, pressing her deeper into the back of the couch. His legs were between hers as he slowly slid his cock from her confines. She wanted to reach around for him. To pull him back and make him slide inside her once again. Her body was Jell-O. Her bones evaporated with the heat of their connection.
And then, all fell silent.
Kallie finally found her strength and stood to her feet. She fixed her panties and rolled
her skirt down, checking her shirt for any serious rips or tears.
Her hands were shaking as Ash kissed her forehead, bringing the rest of her back to the present.
“Call me when you get home tonight, so I know you’re safe,” Ash said.
“Okay.”
“Promise me.”
Kallie looked up into Ash’s eyes and saw something she didn’t expect to see.
Hurt.
She had hurt Ash, and the thought made her sick.
“I promise,” Kallie said. “I’ll call when I’m home.”
She picked up her things as Ash stuffed himself back into his pants, then he ushered her to the door. Kallie looked back at him, yearning for his touch again. She didn’t want to go to this dinner. Maybe she should donate the necklace with the rest of the things that were being picked up.
No.
Kallie needed to face James.
To tell him once and for all that it was over.
Her stomach was in knots as she went home to clean up. She washed herself down and picked out a different outfit. One that didn’t smell like the man she wanted. She felt sick to her stomach. Weak in her knees. She had no idea what James had in store for her, but she knew it wouldn’t be good. With trembling hands, Kallie picked up her phone and risked a look at it.
She had a text message from James, telling her where to meet and what time.
Of course he would take her to the most exclusive restaurant in all of New York City.
Kallie walked into the restaurant feeling very out of place. James loved spots like this, and Kallie had always hated them. The bustling of people and the constant need to be seen. James always picked the tables in the middle of the room, so people could recognize him and clock his presence.
And that night was no different.
“Kal-Bear, you look beautiful,” James said.
“I’m not here to stay long,” she said as she sat down in her chair.
She set the velvet black box in front of him and his eyes fell to it. His nose crinkled, like Kallie had just offered him a dirty diaper. She was serious when she told him she wasn’t staying to eat. This wasn’t a date or a lifeline to get back together.
Kallie was done with this.
Done with James.
“Did the gems not sparkle enough?” James asked.
“It’s not about the necklace,” Kallie said.
“Then what is this about?”
“It’s about us, James.”
“I’m glad you bring that up, because I want to talk about that subject.”
“I’m sure you do but let me start. Why would you get me a gift like this now?”
“What?”
“That’s the question I keep asking myself,” she said. “Clearly you were paying attention. You knew I’d had my eye on this, even though I could never afford it. If you knew I wanted it all those months ago, why didn’t you buy it for me then? Why wait until now, after you’ve cheated on me?”
“That’s an interesting sentiment coming from the woman who never wanted me to spend money on her.”
“That isn’t the point of this.”
“Then what is the point?”
“You waited until you had royally screwed up to shower me with gifts. Because you think that’s how you’re going to get me back, and it’s not,” she said.
“Kallie, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else I can do to prove to you that I am. I meant what I said in all those notes I sent you. You are all I’ve ever wanted. I’ve never chased after a woman like this before.”
“And that's supposed to make me feel special?”
“Yes,” he said. “It is. I know so many couples who have come back from things like these. And I have the numbers of all their therapists they used.”
“Therapists?”
“Marriage counselors.”
“We aren’t married.”
“Then relationship counselors, Kallie. But I have those numbers, and I’m fully prepared to do whatever it takes to prove to you that I want you back. That I still love you. That I’m committed to the idea of us.”
“Just not the physical form of us,” she said flatly.
“Kallie, come on. How long am I going to have to apologize?”
“It isn’t just the fact that you cheated, James”
The restaurant fell silent around them, and he started looking around. Trying to see who was witnessing the spectacle.
“Then keep your voice down and tell me what this is all about,” he said.
Kallie snickered and shook her head as she leaned back into her chair.
“It’s about trust. I don’t trust you anymore, James. And I don’t know if I ever will.”
“I’ll give you access to anything. My phone. My emails. My laptop. You name it.”
“And what if I don’t want that?” I asked. “What if I don’t want to be with a man who I have to constantly check after just to feel good about us for another day?”
“Where is all of this coming from?”
“When did you get the notion that it ever went anywhere?” she asked.
“Kallie, give me another shot at this. Please. Look, there were many times where I could’ve left you because of things you did—”
“Really? That's what you’re doing right now?”
“Well it’s true. Remember that time you went behind my back and talked to my mother when I was in the hospital?”
“You refused treatment, James. And I wasn’t married to you, so I couldn’t make health-based decisions while you were unconscious.”
“Doesn’t make it any better, Kallie. You swayed my mother’s opinion knowing damn good and well I wanted a different outcome.”
“Well sorry for saving your fucking life.”
Kallie sighed and closed her eyes as James cleared his throat.
“A little heavy on the language, aren’t we?” he asked.
Enough.
Kallie had had enough of this man.
“I don’t feel the way you do about me anymore, James.”
“That isn’t true. You wouldn’t be here if you thought that,” he said.
“I’m here to return a necklace. That’s it,” I said.
“And you’ve returned it. But you’re still sitting here.”
“It’s over between us. I wanted to say that to your face.”
Kallie’s eyes connected with James and she saw a flash of anger run behind them.
“This about your new friend?” he asked.
“None of that is your concern.”
“You know I know who he is, right? Ashly Worthington.”
Kallie swallowed hard as James began to chuckle.
“What are you doing with him anyway, Kallie? Where did you pick a Worthington up?”
“That’s none of your business,” she said.
“He was on the island, wasn’t he?”
“It doesn’t matter. What matters here is that I don’t want you anymore, James.”
“Fine. I hear you. But now I deserve answers.”
“You deserve nothing from me,” she said.
“Did you take that honeymoon on my dime and bag yourself another rich man?”
“I’m done here,” Kallie said as she got up out of her seat.
“You really are the gold digger my friends thought you to be.”
She froze, her body filling with an anger she’d never experienced before. She slowly turned her head around to look at the man seated in front of her. A man she’d loved. A man she’d wanted. A man she’d almost married.
A man she now hated.
“What?” Kallie asked.
“My mother was right. All you did was fly out on my dime and snag yourself another man. A richer man than me. And you prance around with your innocent eyes and your holier-than-thou demeanor, pretending to feel uncomfortable in these kinds of scenarios when really, you love the attention.”
“No, I don’t,” she said.
“You love the money. The elegance.
You turn your nose up at it, yet you’re with a Worthington, Kallie. You set your sights on bigger prey, and now you’re trying to convince me you’re leaving because you don’t love me anymore?”
“That’s exactly the reason why I’m leaving,” she said.
“No it’s not. You’ve won the lottery with a Worthington and you’re running while you can. You have everyone else around you fooled, but not me, Kal-Bear.”
“Don’t you dare call me that again.”
“Why? Is that what he calls you?”
Kallie was livid. Seething with anger. Her fists were balled up at her sides and she could feel people staring at her. At them. Wondering what was going on. And she knew James would spin it into his favor. Convince them of what he thought he knew. The thought made her sick. Kallie didn’t want money or fame or fortune.
All she wanted was to be loved. Happy. Wanted.
All she wanted was a man to fucking stay faithful.
Kallie didn’t want to make any more of a scene. But she did need to get out of there. So many things were tumbling around in her mind, and none of them were good. Smacking James. Tossing her water in his face. Picking up her knife and stabbing him in his beady little eyeball.
No, she needed to get out of there before things got worse.
And just as she turned on her heel and got out of the restaurant, she felt a hand come down onto her wrist.
Chapter 16
Kallie
Before she could catch herself, James ripped her around on her feet. His lips came crashing down onto hers, his nasty tongue thrusting between her lips. His tongue that had been on other women. Kissed other women. Tasted other women. She worked her wrist from his grip and got her hands between them, then pushed him away. She wiped at her lips and grimaced before whistling fell on her ears.
She turned her head and saw a few guys with their phones out as their fists pumped in the air.