by Roxie Rivera
"Sweetheart, I have no doubt of that." He ran a loving hand down my back. "If this position doesn't work, we'll try something else. You let me know what feels good and what doesn't, okay?"
I nodded. "Okay."
Grasping my hips, Kelly lifted me higher on his lap. My knees fell on either side of his hips and I braced my hands on his chest. Remembering that I was in control, I lifted my bottom and reached between my thighs to grasp his cock. I guided him into place, pulling him through the slippery folds of my pussy, and seating him right at the entrance of my passage.
Paralyzed by the discomfort I knew awaited me, I pleadingly gazed at Kelly. He understood my silent plea and gripped my hips. Planting his feet on the bed and curling his knees behind my backside, Kelly gave me only a fraction of a second's warning before he thrust up inside me.
I gasped as the thick crown of his cock entered me. The quicksilver bite of pain knocked the air right out of my lungs. He didn't go any deeper than burying just the top of him inside my channel. Biting his lower lip, he held perfectly still, immobile like granite beneath me.
Inhaling a shuddery breath, I pressed down on his shaft. Aided by gravity and the slickness of my wet pussy, I managed to take him inch by deliciously slow inch. Yes, there was some continued discomfort, but it was nothing like I had been led to believe.
In fact, once I was fully seated and our bodies flush, I realized how fucking good it felt to have Kelly's huge cock buried inside me. My clitoris throbbed incessantly. Stretched and aware of every single nerve-ending in my pussy, I rocked against Kelly in an experimental manner.
We both moaned loudly.
Gripping my hands, Kelly entwined our fingers and let me test a few different rhythms until I found one that worked for both of us. "There," I gasped. "Oh God! Right there!"
Kelly thrust up into me and I cried out with sheer joy. Still holding one of my hands, he used the other to caress my front. He palmed my breast as I started to ride him and brushed his thumb across my nipple.
I had never felt so alive. A passionate fire engulfed me as I discovered all the wonders of womanhood. Rocking and swiveling my hips, I awakened that primal, sensual side of myself that had been waiting for this moment to be unleashed.
Kelly's thumb stopped stimulating my nipple and moved to another, even more tender, part of me. He rubbed my clitoris as I swayed back and forth atop him. My thighs started to shake as I grew wetter and wetter and that vibrating ball of bliss began to throb in my core.
Throwing back my head, I shrieked his name. His cock twitched inside me as my vaginal walls gripped his shaft. I lost myself in the throes of wild passion. The blazing streaks of ecstasy burned through me as I undulated atop Kelly, wringing every last ounce of joy from that orgasm.
When I sagged forward against him, Kelly gathered me in his brawny arms and gently flipped our position. Kneeling between my thighs, he slid home. Fingers interlaced with mine again, Kelly made love to me with wickedly deep and so very languid thrusts. There was no rush to completion. We had the whole night to enjoy and explore each other's bodies.
Kelly coaxed another orgasm from my body before finally succumbing to his own climax. He buried himself to the hilt before shuddering in my arms and jerking hard. Some primitive part of me was saddened to have that latex barrier between us. I wanted to feel all of him.
Forehead to forehead, we breathed each other's air and exchanged loving kisses. Kelly retreated from me with such gentleness. Reluctantly, he left my side to deal with the necessities but returned with a warm, damp cloth that he used to clean away the evidence of my lost virginity.
Climbing back into bed with me, Kelly hovered over me and peered down into my eyes. Staring up into his handsome face, I ran my fingertips along his strong jaw and chiseled nose. There was no stopping the hot tears that spilled onto my cheeks after sharing something so powerful with him.
"I need you to know this wasn’t just sex to me, Bee." He wiped the tears from my face.
"I know."
"Do you know why it wasn't just sex?" He waited for me to answer and when I didn't, he said the one thing I had always wanted to hear from him. "I love you, Bee."
"I love you," I murmured happily. "I have for so long."
"Probably not as long as I've loved you," he said with a teasing smile.
"I doubt that very much."
Sliding down next to me, Kelly cradled me against his chest. "Did I hurt you badly?"
"No." I kissed his jaw. "It was perfect, Kelly."
"I'm glad you think so." Playfully tugging my hair, he said, "We'll get better with practice."
"Oh?"
"Yes. In fact," he reached over and killed the lamp, "you should get some rest. I intend to wake you up, bright and early, for another round of practice."
Snuggling close to Kelly, I decided that was one wake-up call I wouldn't mind. Of course, when the alarm went off just after three, I was less than thrilled. Apparently, I actually did mind that wake-up call.
Until Kelly's teasing fingers found their way between my thighs, that is.
Chapter Eleven
Later that afternoon, I stood in one of the firing stalls at the gun range that the LSG agents preferred and tried to hit the target downrange. After emptying the magazine, I performed the safety maneuvers Kelly had earlier drilled into my head and placed my unloaded pistol in the holding slot. The target slid toward me and I cringed at the sight of the nearly perfect slab of paper.
Stepping up next to me, Kelly tapped my shoulder before tugging the protective headphones off my head. "You're flinching before you fire, Bee."
"Well, it's really loud!" Immediately on the defensive, I puffed up and shot him an irritated look. Failing at new skills I attempted was not a feeling I enjoyed.
"Stop whining." Kelly gently censured me but made it clear he wasn't going to allow me to complain my way out of this one. "You can do this if you try harder."
"Why do I even have to learn this? Isn't this what I'm paying the three of you to do?"
Kelly's gorgeous green eyes narrowed. He invaded my personal space and lowered his face until our noses were close to touching. "What happens if the three of us get shot and you're left alone to defend yourself until the police arrive? What happens if you're kidnapped like Lena and all that stands between you and a crazy woman is your ability to defend yourself with a pistol? Or what if you're like Vivian and you get snatched out of a car and kidnapped because the man sworn to protect you gets beaten unconscious with a pipe?"
I gulped hard as Kelly described the very real attacks on two women he cared for deeply. He had a point that I couldn't argue. If the worst ever happened, I needed to know how to defend myself. Swallowing, I inhaled a steadying breath and reached for the unloaded weapon. "Will you show me again?"
Kelly relaxed and pecked my cheek. "Of course, I will."
When he sidled up to my back and waited for me to load my pistol, I couldn't help but remember the way it felt to have his hot body pressed against mine. Squeezing my thighs together to quell the needful throb starting to ache there, I concentrated on the task at hand.
Once my weapon was loaded and a new target had been sent downrange, Kelly slipped my headphones back into place. He crouched a little so he could brace my arms with his. The sight of his strong arms flexing in that deliciously sexy way made me feel a bit faint so I ignored them and focused only on the target. Though his voice was muffled by the headphones protecting my ears, Kelly gave clear instructions and coached me through another round of firing practice.
"Relax," he urged and gripped my hips. With a little pressure, he adjusted my stance. His hands moved to my arms and glided toward my elbows. "You're too stiff, sweetheart. Ease up on your grip."
Inhaling in a steady breath, I consciously relaxed my muscles and let the tension ease from my arms and legs. Kelly's huge hand spanned my belly, the searing heat of his touch penetrating the thin cotton of my tee to warm my skin. With his other hand, he pushed one sid
e of my headphones clear so he could speak softer and communicate with me more clearly.
"You're gulping in air right before you fire. If we were training you for competition shooting, I'd make you practice all those breathing patterns Sully talked about, but we're not. We're training you to survive. You've got to learn how to shoot when you've got adrenaline pumping through your veins." His fingertips bit into my belly. "You'll only have a few seconds to react in a close quarters shooting, Bee. You have to learn to control your breathing and the shakiness in your limbs."
"I'm not a soldier, Kelly. I'm just a tech geek."
"You're not just anything. Women even younger than you are going through boot camp right now. If they can do it, so can you."
I glanced back at him. "Is this where you make me run fifty yard dashes and fire at moving targets?"
He snorted and kissed my cheek. "Don't give Winn any ideas, honey. He's chomping at the bit back there to get you into combat-ready shape."
Sliding my headphones back into place, Kelly gave my shoulder a double-tap as a signal that I was clear to fire again. Under his watchful eye and with the occasional comment from Sully and Winn, I shot my way through boxes and boxes of rounds and dozens of targets. My aim improved but I hoped I never needed to use my new skills.
While Sully and Winn took turns firing off the last of the ammunition, I helped Kelly clean up our station. My cell phone started to ring in my backpack. Expecting a call from my lawyer to confirm Richard had withdrawn his lawsuit, I bent over to dig it out. Not one to pass up a chance to get his hands on me, Kelly swatted my bottom hard enough to make me yelp. When I glared at him, he rubbed the spot he'd smacked and gave my backside a squeeze.
Trying to figure out what it was about the gun range that got him so hot, I pressed back against him. He swept aside the long strands of hair from my ponytail to bare my neck to his ticklish kisses. Shivering, I answered the phone. "Hello?"
Heavy, deep breaths echoed in my ear. A chill crept down my spine. "Hello?"
The disgusting noises in my ear—the huffing and puffing and gross sounds—suddenly registered as a man masturbating. At almost the same moment I understood what was happening, Kelly ripped the phone from my hand. He had been close enough to me that he could hear everything.
Storming away from me, he snarled into the phone with a string of expletives. In all the many years I had known Kelly, I had never once seen him so furious. Rage turned his face red and made his jaw clench. I understood then how much control he exerted over himself to keep this feral beast locked away. The gentle tenderness he showed me stood in such extreme contrast to the fiercely protective warrior now growling into the phone.
"Enjoy yanking on your dick, you sick son of a bitch! You won't have fingers or a dick left once I'm done with you!"
Shaken by the gross call, I watched Kelly with a guarded eye as he spun back toward me. Winn and Sully had noticed the strange scene and were standing behind me now. As quickly as he had erupted with fury, Kelly grew shockingly calm. With a deep breath, he held out his hand, silently asking me to come to him.
There was no hesitation on my part. I needed Kelly to know I didn't fear him, not even after witnessing him threaten my stalker. I understood that fierceness had originated from a deep need to protect and cocoon me from everything ugly in the world.
He embraced me tightly and kissed my cheek. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine. It was gross and I never want to hear some freak doing that again, but I'll live."
He actually growled again. "You shouldn't have to deal with this bullshit. We'll have that number and the phone call tracked. Maybe we'll get lucky and Spike will find something this time."
"Maybe," I said quietly, "but my stalker has been very careful."
Kelly rubbed my back and dropped a loving kiss to the top of my head. "We need to get you back to the penthouse."
Sadness gripped me as our interesting afternoon was interrupted by such ugliness. The three men hustled me out to the SUV and back to the penthouse. I stopped in at the office and touched base with Amita who reassured me that the very last of the mop-up on the hack had been completed. Grateful for my small team's hard work, I made sure to thank each of them personally and started making plans to reward their tenacity and loyalty to the company.
Once upstairs in the penthouse, I kicked off my shoes, plopped down on the couch and tugged my laptop out of my backpack. I finished the post I had started earlier that morning for our users. Under Lena and Ty's advice, I had been posting apologies and live updates on all my social media accounts since the hacking occurred, but now I had the time do a true heartfelt explanation of what was happening and the changes we were making to prevent another hack and to protect their blogs.
I cringed at some of the ugly messages from frustrated users. I didn't blame them and took their virtual blows on the chin. We could have done better. Hell, we should have done better. I accepted the full responsibility of this clusterfuck.
While I replied to comments and tweets, I remained vaguely aware of Kelly and my two bodyguards talking in hushed voices in the kitchen. Not wanting to recall the disgusting phone call, I tried to ignore them and concentrate only on cleaning up this awful PR situation. I had so much on my plate already and I trusted Kelly to do what was necessary to keep me safe.
Still slogging through the comments, I heard my phone's text message alert. With my stomach in knots from the earlier harassing call, I prayed this wasn't another sick message. I hoped it was Coby or Hadley sharing something funny or silly to make me laugh.
But I wasn't that lucky.
My stomach lurched when I took in the photo filling my screen. It was another picture of Jeb at one of the S&M clubs he frequented. I followed the link in the message and was whisked away to a page with a countdown clock. The threat came through loud and clear so I quickly closed the window and the message.
Gripping my phone so hard my knuckles turned white, I refused to let my anger get the best of me. I wanted to throw my phone across the room and scream but that would only cause Kelly to come running in here—and then what? Could I tell him that his best friend since preschool had been lying to him for years?
"Bee?" Kelly strode into the living room.
Embracing my inner actress, I presented a calm face. "Yes?"
"I'm going to head out early for my training session. Is that all right?"
"Of course," I said with a smile. "I've got the Gruesome Twosome to watch my back."
Grinning, Kelly leaned across the back of the couch to kiss me. The spark of contact between our lips sent a delicious shiver through me. Thinking of the way he'd been teasing me with his touches all day, I gripped the front of his shirt and held him right there for a proper kiss. He groaned against my mouth but let me have the deep, soulful kiss I wanted.
"Don't stay out too late," I whispered.
"I want you naked and waiting for me when I get back." He spoke his order so quietly only I could hear him.
"I'll be here." My toes curled against the couch cushion as I imagined all the wicked ways he would keep me awake later. Now that I had gotten my first taste of lovemaking with Kelly, I craved it incessantly.
I waited until Kelly had been gone for a few minutes before picking up my phone and heading for the master bathroom. Locked inside, I paced the tiled floor and waited for Ty to answer my call. When he finally did, I rushed out my plea in one breath. "Ty, he sent me another message."
"Are you at the penthouse?"
"Yes."
"Lena has already left for the day but I'm still in my office. Would you like me to come up?"
"No, I'd rather come down to your office. It's more private."
"Have your minions escort you down."
Pocketing my phone, I combed my fingers through my hair and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Something Lena had mentioned during our meeting the day prior came to mind. She had gently suggested I consider changing up my wardrobe to include more conse
rvative business attire. At the time, I'd bristled at her recommendation but staring at myself now I had to wonder if I shouldn't heed that advice.
Jeans, tees, hoodies, flip-flops and sneakers had been my go-to uniform for so long I wasn't comfortable in anything else. I bought the occasional dress or skirt and nice heels for going out with friends but I'd never gone into my office wearing anything like that.
What had Lena said? It was all about projecting an image of confidence. Did I project that image? I fit the stereotype of the programmer genius but what about a businesswoman? I didn't think so.
Warring with my feelings of inadequacy, I left the master suite and sought out Sully. He had just cracked open a can of soda when I found him in the kitchen. "You need something?"
"Would you mind walking me down to see Ty Weston?"
"Not at all," he said.
Mouth agape, I watched him suck down the soda in four long tugs. "Dude, Sully, there was no rush. You could have asked me to wait."
He shrugged and tossed the can into the recycling bin. "I'm on your clock, Bee. The client's needs come first."
"This client isn't that demanding."
"Yeah, well, I don't want to get spoiled. Eventually this detail will end and I'll be dreaming of the days I watched over you." He gestured around us. "A penthouse suite and a beautiful, brilliant protectee who lets me wear jeans on the job? It doesn’t get much better than this."
At his mention of jeans, I asked, "Sully, do you think I look like I should be in charge of a business as big as JBJ TechWorks?"
He tilted his head. "Where is this question coming from, Bee? You own the company. You built the company. It doesn't really matter what you look like, does it?"
"I guess not."
Shaking his head, Sully walked toward me. He squeezed my shoulder. "You're different and that's okay. It takes all kinds, right? You need to learn how to filter the information that comes at you. Use what works for you and your company and discard the rest."
"What if I discard the wrong information?"
"You adjust your course and move forward," he said matter-of-factly. "Bee, you've built an empire on your instincts. Trust them."