by K. R. Haynes
As soon as she walked into the lounge room, both men stopped talking and turned toward her. “Well, at least I know who you were talking about then,” she said, shaking her head at them. She held the bag of crisps out to them. “Here, I thought you could make a start on these. Lunch won’t be much longer.”
Mick took the bag from her hand and delved into the crisps like a starved man. Randall on the other hand scowled at her. Resting her hands on her hips, Chloe raised an eyebrow up at him. “What? You’re not hungry anymore?”
“Oh, I’m hungry, precious. Don’t worry about that.”
She couldn’t help but shiver at his tone. “Well, then stop screwing up your face like that. It will only give you wrinkles.” Chloe turned on her heel and left the room then, leaving Mick to almost choke on the handful of crisps he had stuffed in his mouth. She heard Randall tell him to “shut the fuck up” when she left them.
She giggled to herself in the kitchen while she finished preparing all the sandwiches. Telling Randall he’d get wrinkles was funny. God, the man could be so damn serious at times. He needed to lighten up a bit. Sure, she was in danger and discussing it was probably hard as it brought it more into reality. But hell, he didn’t need to scowl at her all the damn time either. Her smart-mouth remark would probably cost her ass later on.
Shrugging her shoulders, she said, “Oh well, too bad. No harm, no foul, right?”
“Who are you talking to, lover?” His words whispered over her, causing a delicious thrill to race throughout her body at hearing his voice.
“No one in particular…” Glancing over her should at him, she said, “What are you doing in here anyway?”
“It’s my kitchen, isn’t it? And thought you might need a hand,” he offered to her.
Chloe narrowed her eyes briefly at him, as she mulled over his cryptic answer. “Oh, well I’m almost—ouch—done.” She spun around to face him, only to discover her was smirking at her. Rubbing at her now stinging ass cheek, she couldn’t believe it. Randall had spanked her ass in the kitchen! Of all the places to be spanked, the kitchen sure wasn’t one on her list. “What the hell was that for?”
He raised an eyebrow at her questioning him and pointed a finger toward the lounge room as he spoke to her. “Do you really think I would let you get away with that sassy remark back there? Or did you think you got away with that one, little girl?”
No, she damn well knew she hadn’t gotten away with it. However, she hadn’t expected him to follow her into the kitchen and spank her ass for it either. That’s for sure. Heaven help her, she could feel moisture dripping from her core. She was so aroused he could take her now if he wanted to. Her pussy was that wet, all because he what? Spanked her ass in the kitchen and spoke to her using that Dom voice of his. Did she not have any self-control when it came to this man? Obviously, she didn’t if her current state of arousal was anything to go by.
It didn’t help her case, either, knowing Randall wouldn’t take care of the ache between her legs because they had company in the next room. Chloe wished she could rub her thighs together for a bit, to release some of the tension building inside her core.
With Randall standing so close to her, her hormones and arousal were fighting against each other to see which one would come out on top. At the moment her arousal was winning the battle. Slowly she inched her thighs closer together, so she could rub them together. She hoped Randall would be oblivious to what she was doing.
She needed to come and she needed it now.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
He knew what she was doing. He knew as soon as he spanked her already tender ass that her pussy would be begging to be touched. So her rubbing her thighs together, oh so innocently, was not going to go unnoticed by him. When Randall had left the lounge room, he had told his old friend to stay put, and not to come looking for him if he didn’t return in five minutes.
So here he was standing in the kitchen with his sassy little lover who was begging to be touched by him. He wasn’t about to deny her or himself the pleasure of a release.
“Stop what you’re doing right now, little girl.” Randall waited for Chloe to respond to his command. When she didn’t, he crowded in on her, forcing her back toward the kitchen bench. “I said stop, Chloe, and I mean now.”
Staring at her, Randall counted quietly to ten. When she stopped he raised his voice a little higher but not loud enough for Mick to hear in the next room. “Spread your legs, little girl, and do it now.”
Slowly Chloe spread her stance for him. She peeked up at him through lowered lashes. Randall could see the heat in her eyes. Oh yeah, she wanted him right here, right now. There was no doubt in his mind that pussy of hers would be aching and soaking wet for him. Just the way he liked it to be.
Crossing his arm over his chest, he stared at her and waited to hear his sub beg him to touch her. Randall knew he wouldn’t have to wait long before the words fell from her pouty, soft lips. Words he wanted to hear. “Please, Jon, please touch me, Sir. Please, I need you,” she pleaded to him.
Hearing her beg him to touch her was so damn sweet and sexy, Randall couldn’t refuse her. Reaching forward, he clamped his hands on the front of her sweatpants and dragged them down her legs to the floor. The fact that she wore no underwear underneath her sweatpants ramped up his own arousal. Chloe stepped out of them without a command needed from him. Running his fingertips up the outside of her bare legs to her waist, her breathing increased under his light touch. Slipping his hands between her thighs he ran his fingertips in a light caress up and down her inner thighs. His fingers stayed clear of her weeping pussy, much to Chloe’s utter disappointment if her whimpering was anything to go by.
“Tell me, precious, do you deserve to come after making such a sassy comment to me in front of company?”
“I–I’m sorry, Sir. I never meant to…oh god…embarrass you.” Her voice wavered slightly from his teasing fingers hovering near her dripping cunt.
Pinching her nipple hard with his forefinger and thumb through the shirt she had on, he growled at her. “That wasn’t answering my question, little girl.” Releasing her tight little bud from his unyielding grip, Randall travelled his fingertips back down her inner thighs as he repeated his question to her. “Do you deserve to come, Chloe?”
“No, Sir, I don’t deserve to come, not after embarrassing you so poorly.”
“Good answer, little girl.” Sliding a hand back up her thigh, Randall slipped a fingertip through the damp folds of her pussy. Gripping her hip with the other hand, he tugged her closer to him and leaned in. “Since you apologised so sweetly, little girl, I will reward you with permission to come on my fingers. After you’ve come, you’re going to get on your knees and suck my cock until I feed you my cum. Nod your head so I know you understand me.” Chloe eagerly nodded her head at him. Her whole body shook against his as it demanded for a release.
Spreading the damp folds of her pussy lips open with one hand, Randall slid two fingers from his other hand deep inside her tight, wet core. “Fuck, you’re so damn wet for me, Chloe.” He kissed her lips hard and plunged his tongue into her hot, moist cavern of a mouth. She moaned against him. When she lifted her fingers to lace them into his hair, he grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and held them down on the bench behind her. Pulling back slightly from his dominating kiss, he nibbled lightly on her bottom lip. “You’re so fucking ready for me, precious,” he murmured hungrily to her.
Her moist, hot core was begging to be filled by him. He needed his achingly hard cock in her hot little cunt, not his goddamn fingers. Shit, his woman was making him crazy with lust.
“Unzip me, little girl. Do it now,” Randall demanded to her.
Chloe reached for the zipper of his jeans with shaky fingers. After she unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his thighs, Randall reached for her. Lifting her up onto the bench, he tilted her hips up and spread her thighs wide. He gripped the base of his cock and lined up the tip to her weeping entrance
. Clasping his lips over hers to silence any moans from escaping, he drove his cock deep into her tight little cunt.
The pleasure that enveloped him was exquisite. Every time he fucked her the pleasure astounded him. He would never and could never get enough of her. Pounding into her again and again, his tongue plundered into her mouth at the same pace he set with his hips. They both moaned at the ecstasy of their embrace as it brought them closer to the edge of release they both been seeking.
Not wanting Mick to hear her scream his name when she came. Randall stilled himself deep inside her core. Releasing his swollen lips from hers, he whispered to her. “You have my permission to come, little girl, on one condition.” Randall smirked at the face Chloe pulled at him when he mentioned there was a condition. He slapped her outer thigh hard with an open hand when she started wiggling against him, trying to get him to move.
“The condition, little girl, is you are not permitted to speak or scream when you come. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand.” Chloe all but whimpered her answer to him.
Once again, he set a blinding pace with his cock into her slick, tight cunt. He could feel himself swelling and hardening even more. His balls tightened up and his spine tingled, a sure sign he was about to blow his load inside of her. Finding her hard little clit with his thumb, he rubbed the little nub, causing Chloe to squirm against him. Brushing back her caramel locks from her shoulder to bare her slender neck to him, Randall sucked and kissed his way up the column of her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin below her ear, knowing it would push her closer to the edge of release.
With his fingers digging into her hips, he pulled her closer to him to meet his demanding thrusts. He gave the order for her to “come and come now.”
She held his gaze with hers. Her lips were tightly closed as her skin flushed as her orgasm exploded inside of her. Capturing her lips, his tongue plunged into her mouth on her gasp. As he thrust one last time into her core, her inner muscles squeezed his cock, almost choking it, and Randall held still inside her, spilling his load into her hidden, moist depths. Slipping his softening cock from her still quivering pussy moments later, resting his forehead against hers, Randall offered up his praise to her. “That was seriously hot, precious. Thank you.” Chloe smiled up at him. Her hazel eyes sparkling, she was a vision of perfection in her sated state. Before Randall could think, the words fell freely from his lips. “I love you, Chloe.”
She didn’t say anything back to him. Randall knew Chloe loved him. He could see it in her eyes. Feel it in the way she loved him with her body. He could also see it in the way she submitted to him so completely. Chloe might not say the words. For whatever reason, she held them back. Maybe it was because she thought the words were lost on him due to the stalker threatening to take her away from him. Maybe it was for some other reason. Whatever her reasons for not saying those three words, Randall wasn’t about to hold back his feelings for her.
It’s what had gotten him into trouble last time.
Back when they were teenagers, Chloe had uttered those three words to him so freely and easily. At the time it scared him half to death that she could feel that way toward him. A boy from the wrong side of town, a boy labelled trouble by everyone in that snobby town. Except for Chloe. Not once did she believe the hurtful words they labelled him with. Not once did she not believe in him. Chloe had made it her mission in life to make sure everyone around them knew she believed in him.
Her mission had humbled him at the time. Hell, it still humbled him now. It also warmed his heart and soul that Chloe had been so determined to show the world she believed in him and loved him.
Clearing his throat, he said to her, “Well, I guess lunch is served then?” They both laughed at his observation. Helping Chloe hop down from the bench, Randall stuffed his soft cock back inside his jeans, fastening them back up. He then turned and helped Chloe finish getting cleaned up and redressed. Leaning in, he captured her swollen lips when she least expected it. Kissing her gasp of surprise from her lips, he kissed her softly and unhurriedly this time. Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down, trying to deepen the kiss. Slapping her ass hard, Randall growled down at her.
Biting her lower lip lightly before releasing his lips from hers, he warned her. “You don’t dictate how deep or soft the kiss is, little girl, I do. Remember that the next time you try that, you may not like the consequences your actions bring you.” He slapped her ass again when Chloe muttered, “Yes, Sir,” under her breath. “Now we better get these sandwiches out to Mick before he comes in and finds us.”
Chloe blushed at that thought. She obviously had forgotten his old mate was still here. He swallowed the laugh, wanting out at the face she pulled at him then.
God, this woman, she was his everything. She was his heart, his soul, hell, his whole goddamn life. Chloe was his everything. Randall knew he would do whatever it took to keep her alive and in his life, in his heart and in his soul forever.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
As they strolled back into the lounge room, looking sated and relaxed, Mick took one look at them both and cracked up laughing. “Good to see the kitchen still has its many uses,” Mick said, winking at Chloe and causing her to blush as she placed the plate of sandwiches down on the coffee table.
Flopping down on the sofa with a sandwich in hand, Chloe ate silently as the two men started up the conversation regarding the stalker. Randall paced and ate while Mick tried to reason with him about hiring a private investigator, saying it made sense to have someone on the outside who could investigate the situation on behalf of the police force. Mick stated he knew a couple of guys that could do the job, and do it well enough to get close to the one threatening her. Something Randall and Mick hadn’t been able to do so far. That their own combined efforts seemed more like a failure on their behalf only seemed to piss Randall off even more.
There were still no clues on who was behind the threats made. Or why someone had decided to fixate on her.
The tension in the room was high though. Chloe could feel it. She knew by the way Randall spoke and paced that he felt he wasn’t doing enough to stop the threats. She also picked up on his tone, his fear of failing her if they couldn’t stop the fucker in time. Chloe hadn’t dared to mention that she knew her time upon this earth was going to end shortly. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that her life would end soon.
She didn’t want it to be true. God help her, she wished none of it was true. No matter how they planned on capturing the one targeting her, Chloe didn’t want to be taken from this world. She didn’t want to be taken from Jon either. She sighed loudly, rubbing at the ache building in her chest. Randall stopped talking and turned toward her.
“Chloe, are you all right?” he asked her. Not wanting to see his eyes, see the concern held there for her, Chloe lowered her gaze from his and nodded her head, her throat too constricted to try and formulate an answer to his question. There were too many words she wanted to say. Too many words she found herself wanting to scream at the two men who were currently staring at her. Too many choice phrases she wanted to yell at the world. None of them would help though.
Chloe leaned her head against the back of the sofa and closed her eyes. She needed to find a way to block out all the bad stuff in her head. Block out all the threats made and the ones yet to come. She wanted to silence the inner voice of dread in her mind that kept on telling her this sick fuck after her would never stop until he had what he wanted, her dead, however that came. She shivered at the thought of what that creep could do to her once he captured her.
Oh god, don’t go there. She couldn’t allow herself to think that way.
Her stomach heaved though. Bile rose in her throat at the mere thought of having the creep’s hands on her body, on her flesh. Touching her in places she only ever wanted Randall to touch her. She screamed when she felt heavy hands grip her shoulders. Her eyes flew open, only to find Randall’s piercing sky-blue e
yes staring down at her. He growled at her then. He sensed her distress. Her body shivered violently beneath his hold.
“Chloe?”
She shook her head at him. “I–I can’t,” she said achingly to him.
“What, precious? What can’t you do?”
“Him. The bastard.” Staring him in the eyes, she told Randall some of the horrible thoughts running through her mind. “I can’t let him touch me, Jon. I don’t want his hands touching me.”
Gently Randall brushed some fallen strands of hair back over her shoulder, causing her to shudder. He crouched down in front of her, cradling her face in one hand while grasping both her hands in the other. “I promise you, precious, the bastard won’t touch you. He won’t ever get close enough to do so. I won’t allow it to happen.”
Chloe knew what she was about to say to him would hurt him. The truth of her words also hurt her. “You can’t promise me that, Jon. You know you can’t. You can’t always be here to protect me.” She shifted her gaze away from Randall’s concerned one. “The bastard’s going to get me, I can feel it.”
“Damn it, Chloe, you can’t say shit like that. And you damn well don’t give up either, do you hear me? Not now, not ever.” Randall’s voice rose with fear from hearing the words Chloe believed to be so true.
“I’m not giving up, Jon. I just know my fate.”
“Damn you, Chloe. You cannot and will not give up on me or on us so easily. You’re stronger than this and together we can beat this fucker. You have to find it within yourself to trust me to keep you safe.”
“I do trust you, Jon. My trust in you is not the issue here.”
Chloe could feel her heart breaking. She could barely get a breath out of her lungs they were so constricted with emotion. She needed space. Needed some distance, too. Rising from the sofa, she shook off the hands holding her to him and ran out of the lounge room.