by Mia Kenney
I patter barefoot down the hall and into the nursery. My work from the last several days is finished, and the warm yellow on the ceiling and pale lavender on the walls has already transformed the room from dull to welcoming.
The Vegas sun slowly rises over the mountains, filling the room with beautiful beams of natural light. With my worn sketch book perched on my easel I begin pouring various colors of acrylic paints onto my palette.
The room is already warming up so I strip out of my yoga pants and long sleeved shirt. Painting in nothing but a tank top and fitted athletic shorts allows me room to maneuver and makes climbing up and down the ladder and step stool all that much easier. I pull my hair into a quick messy twist and fasten it with a clip on top of my head. Not exactly a fashion statement but I’m here to work and hopefully launch myself out of poverty.
Climbing up, I balance the palette in one hand while gripping the ladder rail with the other. A sharp intake of breath startles me and I slip from the rung, my color board and brushes dropping to the tarp below as strong broad hands dig into my hip bones.
“I got you sweetheart,” a thick baritone voice rasps into my ear.
“I didn’t know you were home,” I stammer as my body quivers under his touch. My back is flush against his front, the scorching heat of his lengthy erection firmly pressing into into the curve of my lower back. Moments pass as his warm breath rustles in my ear and the coarse stubble on his face scratches my neck. He makes my body tingle from the inside out. My heart feels like its about to leap from my throat.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He murmurs in a gravelly voice. His powerful hands turn me around and I swallow hard at the site of his bare chest. There’s a hesitation before his long fingers tip my chin forcing me to look up at him. I can’t help but notice his bronzed tattooed skin and his ripped abdominal muscles. He’s holding me so close I can feel the warmth radiating from his body.
“It’s ok,” I whisper. His bright blue eyes search my face, before he ducks his head and brushes his soft warm lips against mine. My lips part, inviting him to take my mouth. He’s watching me, his eyelids heavy with an intense gaze that burns directly through me and makes something deep inside of my body pulse, causing a swell of desire to rhythmically pump through my veins.
Unable to withstand the greedy look on his face as he devours me, I close my eyes and am immediately inundated with his earthy masculine scent. “You smell so good,” I mumble into his mouth as our lips slide together and our tongues dance to a song that isn’t there.
His tenacious broad hands pull me impossibly closer, pressing all of my soft parts into his hard parts, maneuvering my lithe body into his solid brawny muscles. A faint moan escapes my throat as my body burns under his touch.
The gentleness that was present only a brief second ago is now gone, replaced by a rough demand I’ve never experienced before. His powerful leg pushes my knees apart and finds a home nestled between my trembling thighs. He’s devouring me.
My arms reach up and wrap around his neck, and I bury my hands in his short damp hair and pull him closer. A rugged groan escapes his body, sending shock waves of strength and courage through me. It’s a subtle reminder of how long it’s been since I’ve been with a man, and I’ve never been wanted and desired by a man like Romeo. My insides ache and I rub the most private part of myself along his thigh like a feral cat in heat.
“Katalina. I need to be in you. Now.” The words are breathless and demanding. Romeo isn’t asking for my permission. He already knows he has it. His skilled hands race up and down my body, stopping only when they reach under my rear, searing my bare flesh with his calloused palms and fingers.
I’m lifted from the ground, his brute strength guiding my legs around his waist until my ankles are locked and the soles of my feet are grinding into the muscles of his lower back. Our kiss doesn’t break, it only becomes stronger and more urgent with savage need. I can feel my lips swell with desperate arousal as he consumes me and carries me down the hall.
Competent hands pull down my tight running shorts and toss them to the floor before placing my bottom on the cool granite island. A gasp of breath leaves me, and our foreheads touch. Flickers of desire fill his gaze and I feel so small and delicate by his size.
“I’ve been dreaming of eating your pussy since the moment we met,” his words come out between panted breaths as his hands wrap around my narrow ankles and my feet are planted firmly on the island. My lean legs are now folded at the knees, my naked excitement bared to him and I flush as he takes me in. His direct words unravel me.
“You’re so beautiful Katalina. I can’t wait to taste you.” My head tilts back and I moan with anticipation. My hands grip his head for balance and instinctually push him down my body. A deep chuckle escapes him, and we both know he’s in control of the situation.
“Please,” I beg, my words barely above a whisper, “Please, I need you.”
His hands are like heavy anchors on my feet, firmly keeping me in place. I watch excitedly horrified as he skillfully runs his nose down my seam, inhaling my essence.
“Christ you smell delicious,” he breathes into my wet quivering folds. I scream when he finally touches me, his flat warm tongue licking from top to bottom and back up again.
He takes his time, slowly narrowing his tongue as he comes up from the crack of my rear to my swollen clit. He circles my pleasure button with his tongue, before sucking it between his teeth and making me plead for more.
The ripples of desire swelling through me moments ago have now formed into a deluge of waves crashing down on me. My first ever orgasm rips through me, the muscles between my quaking thighs clenching and releasing with a lightning speed tempo that leaves me insatiable and gasping for air.
My body feels like its floating somewhere between a dream and reality. Every nerve ending humming with pleasure. The sound of foil tearing grabs my attention. I watch with eager anticipation as he tears the packet open with his teeth and sheaths himself with one hand.
I’m turned around and bent over, my naked rear high and exposed. My breasts pressed into the granite island. “This won’t be gentle,” he grunts and wraps my hair around his hand.
“Wider.” He demands as his long leg nudges my feet apart. His other hand pushes down on my lower back and his thick cock pushes into my slick channel.
“Holy fuck! You're tight.” His far-reaching cock splits through my sensitive tissue, hitting nerves I never knew existed. My white knuckled grasp is holding the granite counter for dear life. “Please tell me it’s all the way in,” I anxiously pant.
“Sweetheart you’re too good for my ego. And no, but here’s the rest of me,” he grunts, pushing the rest of his length into me.
Intense pressure forces me onto my tip toes. His wide hands now grip my hips and raise my ass higher in the air. He has me completely suspended, holding me in place exactly how he wants me as he squeezes his unrelenting cock into my tightness. My inner walls hug him like the peel of a forbidden fruit.
“You’re pussy’s skintight around my cock,” he moans and pulls back. My insides already contract with anticipation of his return. He. Doesn’t. Disappoint.
He pounds himself into me, each thrust expelling the small amount of oxygen left in my body. I feel him from my brightly painted toes to every strand of hair on my head. Every cell in my body winds tighter and higher as he takes what he wants.
My building orgasm is now tipping on a precipice. The moment of exhilaration finally explodes, my hot wetness bathing his cock and running down my trembling thighs as I spiral down into a fog of thrilling contentment.
“Fuck. Why didn’t you tell me?” Romeo is carrying me wedding day style to his bedroom. My head is resting against his chest and his pounding heart feels like its about to explode. I’m too exhausted to even consider lying, so I just go with the truth.
“I was embarrassed. And afraid you wouldn’t want me if you knew I was still a virgin.”
“Never feel
embarrassed to tell me the truth, Kat. I hate liars. And you’re right. I never would have touched you. Someone like me doesn’t deserve a woman like you. I never would have taken you the way I did. Fuck, Katalina. I could’ve hurt you. Your first time should have been something special, like candles and flowers. The kind of shit girls dream about. Not on my kitchen island.”
He hates liars. Soon he will hate me too.
6
Romeo
“What happened?”
“I fucked you.” My cock is already getting hard again seeing Kat in my bed, stretched out and naked, her skin still flush and damp. Her tossled hair intensifies her sexual allure. It’s longer than I realized and I wonder why she always wears it pulled back, wound tightly in a bun like an old school teacher.
“I know that, but why am I here?” Her eyes take in my bedroom, glance to the floor to ceiling windows and land on my nude body standing over her.
“Don’t worry. They’re tinted. I would never allow another man to see you like this. You’re for my eyes only.”
“I think I’m going to get sick,” she pulls herself from my bed and gives me a quizzical look. One hand over her flat belly and the other over her mouth.
“Well this is certainly a first for me.” Carrying her in my arms I race to the bathroom and sit her down on the edge of the tub. “Do you really feel sick?”
“I can’t believe I let you fuck me.” She says with her head between her knees.
I lift her chin with the tips of my fingers. “Look at me.”
Her brown eyes are rimmed with tears. My chest aches. My jaw tightens from her insinuations.
“Let me? You wanted it just as much as me, sweetheart.”
“I don’t have sex with men who already have a girlfriend. Where are my clothes? I need to get out of here.”
“Aah, that’s the problem.” I reach for a fresh towel from the vanity and wrap it around her, tucking the corners into her cleavage. Electricity zaps through me when my fingers brush against her soft skin. The goose bumps spreading on her arms tell me she feels it too.
“Look at me,” I demand, lifting her chin with my finger. “I’m not married. I don’t have a girlfriend and I’m not a cheater.”
Her big chocolate eyes take me in, undoubtedly searching my face for any sign of a tell. “I don’t lie.” I pause, not sure of how much I should tell her. I’ve never had to explain myself to a woman.
“I’ve always been up front with women. They know what they’re getting. One night of hot dirty sex with a Navy SEAL. I walk away in the morning and never look back. And they get bragging rights.”
“You’re a SEAL?”
I nod my head and sit beside her.
“But you have a baby daughter. Coming home from the hospital any day now. If not a wife than you have a girlfriend.”
I can’t help but chuckle. “Sweetheart, are you jealous?” I raise my eyebrow and trail kisses across her forehead and down her temple. She scowls. I nip her ear between my teeth.
“Harper is my niece, my sister Amelia's daughter.” I whisper into her ear. “When they’re finally discharged from the hospital they'll be coming to live with me.” It’s not all the whole story but she doesn’t need to know the ugly details. The only people who know what happened to Amelia’s boyfriend are the men on my team. Any man who beats a pregnant woman because he doesn’t want the responsibility doesn’t deserve to live.
“Come lay with me.” She asks. Her small hand is warm in mine and I swear I can feel her pulse pounding in her narrow wrist. She wants me as much as I want her. The air between us is thick with tension.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say.
“Done what?” She asks in a voice smoother than silk.
“Bring a woman to bed, in my own home.” I pull back the duvet and watch her slide across the sheets. Her long dark hair trails behind her and I can’t wait to find out how she reacts when I pull it while fucking her from behind. I cover us both with the sheet.
She sighs and leans into me. My body curls around her and I grip her hip with my hand. My fingers skim her soft skin right above her bikini line. I can feel my growing cock pressing against her lower back. Her body pushes back. She’s ready to go again. “Kat, how old are you?”
“Twenty one.” She hesitates before saying more. “I know it’s kind of unbelievable that this morning I was still a virgin. There’s lots of girls who already have children by this age.” The tension in her body is rolling from her in waves, and I know there’s something she’s not telling me. I’m not going to push her though, at least not yet. She makes it too difficult for me to think clearly, especially with my long fingers inches from her wet folds. Knowing I took her innocence makes me feel even more alpha male than I usually am. Briefly I consider pounding on my chest to show her how masculine I am but decide another good fucking would be even better. Except just as I’m about to flip her over she jumps out of bed.
She prances in front of me, does some type of girly twirly thing then lifts her arms over her head. Her beauty makes my heart skip a beat. “You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.”
In the blink of an eye she’s on her knees, looking up at me with dark pleading eyes the size of saucers. My heart skips another beat.
“I’ve never sucked cock. EVER.” My heart just stopped. Fuck. I’m so screwed by this girl.
The blush spreading across her cheeks makes me harder. Knowing I’ll be the first one she does this with makes me want to come all over her face and tits, right now.
“Sweetheart, we’ve got all night for that. Right now I’ve gotta get back in you.” It only takes me two strides before I reach her and lift her from the floor.
“Put me down you maniac,” she giggles and I sling her over my shoulder military way, with her ass high in the air and her little hands smacking my back. Strands of her hair are brushing against the backs of my thighs. She’s a spitfire and she’s driving me crazy.
I climb into bed with her, her small body curving perfectly into mine. My hard cock immediately finds comfort being nestled against her ass. I pull her closer and suck on the shell of her ear. She smells like sex and I plan to taste every inch of her.
The sound of my phone buzzing wakes me. Kat’s arm is slung across my chest. I slide out, careful not to wake her. Cadence’s name flashes across the screen.
“What?” I bark into the phone, gently closing the bedroom door behind myself.
“Our buddy Alvarez received a big ass shipment of assault rifles tonight. Rocco says it’s eight hundred AK 47’s, individually wrapped. Four to a box. And get this, they’re heading to Vegas in beer trucks.”
That crazy motherfucker.
“Where did he get that kind of money?”
“That’s the thing. There was no cash involved. That fucker traded girls for guns. They’re being shipped to Mexico right now, on a fishing boat. All twenty of them,” says Cadence.
“What the fuck?” I bellow, raking my hand through my hair. “How’s he getting the girls? I’m gonna personally tear off his balls.”
“Finn and Rocco have him on surveillance video. Alvarez and his men are slipping drugs into unsuspecting tourists’ drinks. You know the drill man, walk out the door and one of his cronies pulls around with a van. Shove the girl inside and spin wheels out of there. Looks like they’re holding them someplace in San Diego until they have enough to make the trade.”
I’m already dressed, the deep pockets of my black cargo pants loaded with extra ammo. My Sig Sauer slung around my thigh and a Glock 19 tucked into the small of my back.
“Call everyone. And I don’t care if they’re neck deep in pussy. We’re wheels up in thirty.”
7
Kat
I’ve heard of the walk of shame, but I never thought I’d be the one doing it. The elevator doors ping open and I feel like Bambi taking his first steps. The clicking of Cadence’s fingers flying across the keyboard fills the foyer. I patter across the marble floo
r, hoping a sinkhole swallows me.
My shoulder throbs under the weight of my art bag. The wide canvas strap feels like it’s biting my skin with every step. It’s packed to the hilt, I can’t afford to leave any supplies behind. This is the most humiliating thing I’ve ever experienced. Less than a week ago I felt on top of the world, had my first paying client who is filthy rich and just happens to be a Navy SEAL. Now I’m out of a job, broke, and my aching muscles serve as a reminder of how he played my body last night. Then left without even leaving a note.
With my chin tucked into my chest I make a bee line toward the revolving door while dodging giant potted plants and Cadence’s glare. Our eyes make contact and he nods once before looking back down at his computer monitor. Even he’s a prick.
I’m almost to my freedom when the strap to my bag breaks, sending colorful paintbrushes rolling in all directions. “Shit,” I mumble under my breath. I lean my bag against one of the potted plants and bend down on my hands and knees.
“Katalina, let me help.”
I look up at the towering figure hovering over me. “Thank you,” I say, taking his offered hand and allowing him to pull me back up.
“No problem. Anything for Cruz’s girl.”
“Sorry, but I’m not anyone’s girl.” My face burns as the waterfall of tears I’m holding in builds in my eyes. I hate feeling this way over a man.
“Oh Katalina, I very much think you are Cruz’s girl,” he states with such certainty it makes my head spin. He walks around, picking up my brushes and pencils strewn all over the place. My stained supplies and worn art bag look like dumpster specials against the shiny marble floor.
“Sorry Cadence. You’re wrong. I don’t fit in here. And I don’t belong. Your buddy got what he wanted and left before I woke up. I’m sure he’ll fill in the missing details when you’re knocking back a few beers and sharing war stories.”
“Cruz told you he was in the military?”