by Kylie Walker
I wasn't a cook, but this kitchen made me wish I was one.
He looked up when I came in and I saw he had a large pot of coffee out as well as a carton of cream, some milk, and brown and white sugar cubes. He shrugged. “I wasn't sure if you still took it the same way, so I figured I'd wait for you.”
That had me blinking at him. He remembered?
Almost like he heard my silent question, he murmured, “Two drops of cream and three brown sugars. You always had yours so sweet.” He pulled a face.
I couldn't help but smile. “Yours was always too bitter,” I countered. “One sugar, no milk or cream.”
“Funny how you remember those things, isn't it?” he told me with a sigh as he prepared my coffee the way I'd had it since my first ever cup.
“The little things are what make any relationship.”
“Ain't that the truth.”
I bit my lip when I took the coffee cup he pushed my way. Taking a sip, I savored the French roast and used it to build up my courage. “Why did you visit Joze today?”
“I had to know if you were dating anyone.”
“Why?”
“Masculine curiosity?”
I shook my head at the trite response. “Don't be ridiculous.”
“Why is it ridiculous? I wanted to know if you'd replaced me.”
“Replaced you?” I gawked at him a second then sputtered, “Replaced you?”
A single nod told me how serious he was.
“How fucking dare you?”
“Oh, I dare,” he gritted out. “Don't you feel it, Abby? Or are you being purposely blind? This, what we had between us, it's not going to go away. It never will. Can't you feel that?”
“I don't want to fucking feel it! I choose not to feel it.”
“Then you're being pigheaded.”
“I can be whatever I want to be with a guy who sold me out. The woman he loved, who he told he'd do anything for…”
“That wasn't a lie. I would have done anything for you. I expected it in return though.”
I shook my head. “What did you expect me to do? Run to you when I found out you'd taken my dad's money?” He tried to speak but I held up both hands. “I didn't come here to dig up the past. I came here to get to grips with the present and the future. You have no right to ask about my life. No right at all. So stay the fuck out if.”
“You're crazy if you think you can let this drop.”
“No, you're crazy for thinking I'd let something come from this. How could I ever trust you? Why would I? How could any woman trust you?” I sliced a hand through the air as the rage set in. “I read about what you did to that woman. How could she trust you with her safety like that? She obviously doesn't know the real you!”
For the first time, I felt like I'd hit him where it hurt because he seemed to stop being so goddamn placid. I watched as his stormy eyes grew more tempestuous and the pot rattled, sloshing coffee everywhere as he fixed his own cup.
“Don't talk about what you don't understand, Abby,” he snarled. “I'll forgive you this once, but don't do it again.”
“Or what, Will? What are you going to do?” I screamed, unimpressed by his warning. I could feel the tears start to pool and then slowly roll down my cheeks as the last few words spilled from my mouth. “Force me like those other girls?”
A gasp escaped me as I realized what I'd said. Fuck, I had crossed the line. I blinked at my stupidity when I saw a gleam appear in his eye. I raised my hand in the air at him and closed my eyes shut, whispering, “I can’t do this Will. I just can’t.” I felt broken even though everything had happened so long ago. I was just going to turn my back on him and walk away…which was my first mistake. I felt a strong arm pull me around. He slowly walked me back up against the wall, not ripping his eyes away from mine. His eyes were dark and full of fury and lust.
“Stop it! What the fuck are you doing?”
The tears pooled in my eyes and started streaming down my cheeks once again. I lifted my hand like I was going to hit him but Will didn’t flinch; he just grabbed my wrists and pulled me to his chest so I couldn’t hit him.
“Abby, I never meant to hurt. Never.”
I pulled him away with such force I almost lost balance and the look on his face as I continued to cry was positively deadly…and more beautiful than ever. My heart was pounding inside of my chest like it was trying to hammer its way out. Will’s eyebrows were low and his eyes seemed to be focused intently on my lips. His own lips were held tightly in a straight line and his hard jaw was set tight. It was as if he was trying to keep himself from kissing me. I could feel my breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I offered absolutely no resistance as he planted his lips against mine with such force it almost took my breath away. Fireworks actually exploded inside of my head as he kissed me, pushing his tongue between my parted lips and seeking them out. I brought mine up and let it slide across his. As we kissed, he wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me as tightly into him as he could. God, how I could feel how hard he already was as his cock pressed hard into my side. It only served to fuel my desire that I had pushed so deep down inside of me. I pressed one hand into his hard bicep and curled the other one into his chest. He felt every bit as good as I knew he would and I couldn’t wait to feel more as we continued to kiss for several minutes. Our tongues tangled and danced across each other. When our lips finally parted so we could breathe, Will seemed unable to stop.
He planted kisses across my tear stained cheek towards my ear and I leaned my head to the side to give him access. He sucked my earlobe in between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. Then he kissed down my neck and when he reached the sensitive skin between my neck and shoulder, he bit down gently eliciting a whimper from my lips. I loved the feel of my breasts crushing into his hard chest and the feeling of him working his lips back up to my mouth and sucking my bottom lip in between his teeth before he began kissing me hard again, letting his tongue plunge in as deeply as it would go.
I was panting. My panties were already soaking wet and so far all he had done was kiss me. Fuck! But, it was the way that he was kissing me. It was a demanding, possessive kiss and right on the very edge between the ultimate pleasure…and the beginning of pain.
It turned me on like nothing ever had before. I felt like I was a drug addict that needed her next fix.
That was until he lifted the hand that was around my waist and laid it against the soft mound of the side of my breast. I sucked in a deep breath as I felt the heat of his palm radiating through my clothing and searing my skin. He slid his palm so that he was cupping the entire breast and he gave it a squeeze. I whimpered and that encouraged him. He squeezed it harder and let him thumb come up and find the swollen nipple that was pressing against the inside of my shirt. He ran his thumb in circles around the nipple while he squeezed my full breast and practically fucked my mouth with his tongue. I drove my own tongue back into his mouth like a starving woman. He let all of his fingers and his palm join in the fun, squeezing and pinching and pulling. I wanted to scream with pure pleasure. It was erotic and intoxicating and it was sending the most delicious exciting feelings through my body. I shivered as I felt his hand drop to my waist and began its ascent up underneath my shirt. The feel of his palm against my flesh was the sexiest thing that I’d ever felt and I had to have more. I let my own hand drop to the front of his pants and I cupped his erection in the palm of my hand. He groaned loudly and then pulling his mouth over to my ear he growled, “I want to fuck you so bad!”
I squeezed his crotch as his fingers worked their way underneath my lace bra. He suddenly had a nipple between his fingers. I cried out as he pinched it hard and when I got my control back I said, “Fuck! God please fuck me!”
My hand dug more furiously at his crotch, trying to wrap my fingers around the jean clad organ. Will pulled up on my shirt and I stopped what I was doing long enough to help him pull it and my bra up over my head. When he saw my tits he growled an
d said, “Jesus Abby…so fucking beautiful.”
I was pushing my dress pants down with one hand as he unfastened his own jeans. I got mine down past my knees about the time the head of his cock sprung out. Without hesitation I reached for it. My hand could barely wrap around the thickness, but I held onto it and stroked it a few times while Will’s hands explored my tits. My nipples were as hard as his cock and my pussy was sopping wet with need. Will let another deep rumble out of his chest before reaching down and scooping me up into his arms. My dress pants slipped off and stayed were they lay as he carried me down the hall against his chest. When we got to the master bedroom he dropped me down onto his king size bed and in a deep husky voice he said, “Take off your panties.”
He was busy stripping off the rest of his clothes as I did. Before I lay back down, he had a hand between my thighs letting his fingers glide against my skin, wet from my juices. “You’re so fucking wet. Fuck!”
I reached for his cock again. I wanted it inside of me, but for now I contended myself by stroking and squeezing it. I jumped and nearly screamed as I felt one of Will’s thick fingers slid in between my pussy lips. He dragged it across my engorged clit before dragging it back down to my opening and shoving it inside of me. He slid a second finger in, this time eliciting a loud gasp from me. Then he changed the position of his hand and used his thumb to rub circles across my clit while he moved his fingers in and out of me. I was still stroking him, but it was hard to concentrate while he finger fucked me.
“Jesus Christ Will…”
He put his fingers in deeper crooking one in half way and rubbing it against my G-spot.
“Oh God! Oh fuck!” I was jerking my hips up off the bed. “I need you inside of me Will. Now.”
“Not yet,” he said, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. I arched my back now as his tongue swirled and licked and his teeth bit down gently. I wanted to scream, I needed him to fuck me. I was going to come already.
“Fuuuuuuck! You’re killing me!”
I felt him grin against my flesh and his fingers worked harder and faster up inside of my wet walls. I was trying to reach for his cock again, but he kept it out of my reach as he tortured me with his lips, teeth, tongue and fingers.
Oh God! Those fingers.
He was fucking me with his whole hand now. He had three fingers plunged deep inside of me and his palm was pressed hard against my clit, rubbing and pressing against it. As he sucked and nibbled on one breast, he used his free hand to knead and massage the other. He pulled his head back slightly and said, “I love these tits. So fucking gorgeous…” Then he dove back into them, taking a bite of the tip of one and causing me to scream.
“Come for me.” He whispered.
“I can’t take it Will…I need you inside of me…” I breathed. I was right on the edge and I could barely speak.
“Come for me Abby. Come in my hand and then I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Come for me!” He growled and slammed his fingers in and out of me harder. I brought my hips up off the bed as high as I could hold them. I felt the orgasm taking hold and I could tell that it was going to be like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“Fuck! Oh Fuck! Oh God Will!” I panted out obscenities as the orgasm tore through my body. I came hard while Will worked me through it, slowing his strokes but not pulling out his fingers until my body relaxed and I was left in a shaking heap underneath him.
A second later I felt his hard cock thrust into me. “Oh jesus! Oh fuck!”
I could see the raw need in his eyes and it sent a gush of fluid rushing out from between my legs. When he reached down and grabbed my ass, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me like that, pumping his massive cock in and out of me. It took me less than a minute to come again. I let out a little scream and then my body began to shake like I was having a seizure. I’d never felt anything that intense. He lifted one of my legs up and held it with his hand as he slid back into me hard and fast. He was panting and growling at the same time. He was at a strange angle…almost diagonal to my pussy and the feeling of his big hard cock hitting the wall of my pussy sent waves of shock straight to my brain. Every nerve ending in my body was alive and raw and every part of my body was feeling something…it was all so good. He was driving himself into me with a speed and intensity that I’d never experienced and I bucked my hips up to meet him with every thrust. I reached up and grabbed at his shoulders, digging my nails into him and pulling him down into a kiss. It wasn’t so much a kiss as it was an act of once again devouring each other’s mouths like wild animals.
I grabbed at his hair and he pulled out of the kiss and looked at my face again with this penetrating stare that went right through me. God he was so fucking hot and the fact that I dangled somewhere between disgust and admiration for him only intensified the feelings that were ripping through me. I didn’t know what he was looking for as he stared into my eyes but he must have seen it because before long he was panting and growling from his chest again. He let go of me leg and leaned in to kiss and suck and bite his way across my neck. I loved the feeling of his teeth sinking into me flesh and I felt the spasms of another orgasm beginning to build. Before it came to a head, he pulled out of me and dropped down to his knees. He put his arms underneath my thighs and pulled me towards him, burying his face in my pussy. He used his tongue and his teeth and it was more like an assault than anything else…but I fucking loved it. The orgasm I’d almost had crashed into me again like a giant wave and as he sucked my clit into his mouth and bit down on it, I screamed and gave into it.
“Oh fuck! Oh my God!”
I came like I’d never come before. Wave after wave of it rocked through my entire body and I was shaking so hard that I wasn’t sure I’d ever recover. Will didn’t wait for me either as he shoved his cock back into me. As my pussy clamped around his hard shaft I felt him go rigid underneath me. He had himself buried as deep inside of me as he could go when I felt him come. He held that position for several seconds before giving me a few final pumps and then collapsing back down on the bed. I collapsed against his hard chest and lay there trying to catch my breath.
Thinking. A little too hard. I couldn’t help but ask myself, “What have I done?”
All lines were crossed and I had no idea how I would look at him again. I rolled off the bed and reached down and picked up my panties.
“Abby…”
“I’m sorry Will. This was so wrong.” How could I have done that?
“Please don’t feel bad about what we just did. I loved it and I think you did too.”
“I did. I actually fucking loved it!” I admitted it. There was no denying it. “But it shouldn’t have happened and it won’t happen again.”
“Why not?”
I let out a sigh that was almost a growl. “Do you really want to have that conversation again?”
“Actually I do. There’s something you don’t know about that day.”
“I know enough.”
“Please, just give me five minutes.”
My phone began to ring. It was my mother’s ring tone. I scowled at him then shook my head. “That’s my mother. I have to answer it.”
“Okay, but then we talk…okay?” I didn’t answer him. I grabbed my purse and fished out my phone. Putting it to my ear I said, “Hey Mom.”
“Abby, your father’s had a heart attack.”
“What?” I was sure I’d heard her wrong. My father was too damn arrogant to get sick.
“He was playing golf with his friend, Dr. Martin. Dr. Martin says he grabbed his chest as he was about to putt and fell over. He wasn’t breathing. Dr. Martin revived him, thank God. He’s in the ER at Mercy. I’m on my way now.”
I felt like I was in shock. This was surreal and the second time I'd been to Mercy this week. “Okay, Mom, I’ll be right there.”
I disconnected the call and I must have looked as in shock as I felt because Will said, “Abby, are you okay? What’s w
rong?”
I shook my head, more to dispel the cobwebs gathering between my ears “I have to go. My father just had a heart attack.” I left him standing there and went to get washed up. He tried to drive me but Will was the last person my father would ever want to see. I finally convinced him it was a bad idea. He tried to kiss me good-bye and I wouldn’t let him.
He looked hurt, but I didn’t care. I can’t get over years of pain with one good fuck. I slipped out the door and heard him close it as soon as I stepped down the stairs. Once the door closed, I leaned back into the wall separating his front yard from the street and closed my eyes. What the hell have I done? How could I have lost all control like that?
Chapter 9
WILL
Monday morning I was in Chase’s office as soon as he got there. I did need to talk to him about the case, but mostly I needed to talk to Abby. I hadn’t been able to think about anything but her all weekend. I was supposed to go to a “Red” party on Saturday night and I passed on that. Abby satisfied me more than anyone had in a very long time. Now if I can only get her to do it again... I had a feeling if she’d just listen to what I had to say she’d be willing to give us a shot. She obviously wanted me as badly as I did, and you don’t hang onto that kind of anger for so many years unless your feelings for that person were still strong.
“What have you found out so far?” I asked Chase.
“Abby discovered an article about Councilman Bradbury’s suicide a few years back. Do you remember that?”
I felt like I was holding something sour in my mouth. I remembered it, mostly because he had belonged to Sapphire as well and I saw him there often. I simply told Chase, “Yes, I remember.”
“Well, it wasn’t highly publicized but apparently there was a video of him partaking in the pleasures of BDSM at Sapphire Club. He was accused of stealing city funds and appropriating them but Abby has a friend who can hack into any system on the planet… our blackmailer certainly gets about. All the monies Bradbury transferred went to her account.”