RICHMOND STOOD ON THE OTHER side of the wall, eavesdropping on Kayla’s conversation as she spoke with her irresponsible ex-husband. Although he knew it was wrong, he just couldn’t help but listen in on her conversation. Fists balding, standing in the corner behind the wall, anger stomped at his bones. The nerve of him to take his time making his child support payments for that sweet little boy CJ. From what he could hear, he didn’t pay that much either. Probably had her struggling from month to month. Tell you what, from this day forward she’s not going to ever have to worry about money again. I’m going to make sure of it.
As Richmond continued listening to Kayla speak with Carson, rage pushed at his veins. It took everything in his power not to come from behind the corner, snatch the phone from her, and give low down, dirty Carson a piece of his damn mind.
Kayla said, “Okay, that’s enough talking, CJ. Give mommy the phone. Carson, why are you getting mad at me? I never told him you were dead. Maybe if you visited him sometimes.” Pause. Pause. “I’ve told you time and time again that I’d be more than happy to bring him to North Carolina to see you. Every time I offer, you always say you’re too busy. I’d love to bring him there. Just tell me when. How about tomorrow?” Silence.
She doesn’t have to explain crap to him. Richmond forced his anger to settle down.
Kayla spat, “I’m not acting brand new. Who I date is none of your business. Besides, Richmond and I are just friends. Goodbye!”
Richmond’s heart dunked. Friends! Hearing her address him as just a friend with another man, Richmond tinged with regret. The day they’d went shopping for Isabelle’s birthday present at the outlet mall, he’d insisted they not give their relationship a title. Now his own unrelenting determination had come back to haunt him. Right after they decorated this damn tree, he was going to let her know she better not ever address him as her damn friend again.
Annoyance flew through him as he shoved his hands inside his pockets. Friend, my ass! A friend wouldn’t spend ten thousand dollars on a diamond necklace for a woman. A friend wouldn’t name their gotdamn horse after a woman. And friends didn’t make love and fuck the way they did. Nah, Kay, we’re way more than just friends.
Richmond waited a few minutes before he reentered the living room to join Kayla, Isabelle, and CJ. He’d been standing at the corner for what seemed like forever, trying to tamper down his raging temper. Supposedly, this Carson character was coming to Hilton Head next Saturday to visit CJ, and he couldn’t wait to show him how a real man should treat a beautiful lady like his Kay.
“Let’s put on some music, guys.” Kayla hit a button on her cell phone, and the cheerful melody of “Jingle Bells” serenaded the room.
“Let’s turn on the fireplace.” Richmond flicked the button on the wall, and the fireplace burst into orange flames.
Isabelle grabbed CJ’s hand, and the two of them began skipping in circles. “Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!” the kids sang synchronously.
Richmond’s dog, Killer, ran around the children barking like an animal that’d finally been set free.
Draping the pearls around the tree, Kayla’s head bobbed to the joyful tunes. God, he loved having her here with him to decorate this tree. Decorating it without her would’ve been rather boring. In fact, he loved having her here every day, all day, to the point where he was thinking about asking her to move in with him and Isabelle. But then if he did that, she may get the wrong idea and think he wanted to marry her. Living together was one thing, but marriage was a whole different story. He didn’t ever plan on getting married again. And Kay deserved so much more than a man who couldn’t commit fully to her. While he wanted to be more than friends, he didn’t want to marry either.
Knowing he had a lot to think about, Richmond looped the hook of a sleigh ornament on the tree. Gazing at Kayla as she and the children hung candy canes on the tree, he hadn’t felt this jolly in years. Smiling, his heart swelled with glee.
In the Christmas spirit, he began singing, “Dashing through the snow, in a one-horse open sleigh.”
Kayla joined him in his singing. “O’er the fields we go, laughing all the way.”
Richmond continued, “Bells on bobtail ring, making spirits bright. What fun it is to ride and sing, a sleighing song tonight!”
All four of them joined in to sing the chorus. Music blared. The fireplace crackled. Joy and laughter filled the warm room, and Richmond had never been happier. Feeling like he could live like this for the rest of his life, he placed the star on top of the tree and Kayla clicked on the lights.
Bright white lights sparkled on the beautifully decorated tree. Isabelle and CJ cheered. Wagging his tail, Killer howled. Standing in front of the tree, he hefted Isabelle in one arm and CJ in the other. Leaning her head on his shoulder, Kayla put one hand over his heart and draped her other around his waist. If someone walked in on them right now, they’d think they were the perfect family. And they were.
Later on that evening after Kayla gave the children their baths and put them to bed for the evening, she’d joined Richmond in the downstairs bedroom. At his request, she’d agreed to spend the night with him. More and more, he was wanting to spend all his free time with her. His every awakening second with her. Although he knew he’d been distant lately, his actions had nothing to do with her, but with Salina, Jason, and his father instead. Although he didn’t tell her, he’d hoped the diamond necklace he’d bought for her would comfort her whenever he was experiencing mood changes.
As soon as Kayla entered the room, he forced Salina, Jason, and Russell out of his mind. This cool December night belonged to Kayla, the children, and him. Like hell was he going to let thoughts of them spoil it.
Walking toward him, Kayla tied her hair in a bun on top of her head. When her arms had extended above her head, her boobs had rounded. Her nipples had pressed hard against the long sleeve shirt she wore.
Wanting to taste her, Richmond held out his hands. “Come here.” Kayla walked into his open arms, placing a kiss on his mouth. “Let’s take a shower together.” Holding her, his shaft hardened against her stomach. Carson was a fool to let something like this go. Apparently, the sorry, dumb man has trouble seeing.
“You want me, don’t you?” Kayla reached inside his pants and scraped her nails over his erection.
Richmond’s shaft tingled. He nipped her bottom lip with his sharp teeth, then released it. “Yes, I want you. And I’m going to have you.”
Naughty desire emblazoned her eyes. She snatched her hands from his hard rod, then took off running. “You’re not getting any tonight! I’m going to bed!”
Balls hurting, Richmond ran after her. “You don’t play with my dick like that, woman, and get away with it!”
Giggling, Kayla ran inside the bathroom, and just as she was about to slam the door in his face, he stuck his hard shoe between the door and frame and kicked it open. Kayla’s sensual laughter caressed him like the sweet autumn night it was.
Holding her hands up to her chest and snickering, she walked backwards toward the shower. “I’m serious, Richmond. As soon as I take my shower, I’m going to bed.”
Ignoring her, Richmond removed his jeans and underwear, and then he rolled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Backing her into a corner, his column pointed straight out at her. Fisting himself, he jerked his tool up and down.
Heat pooled inside her hooded pupils. Her gaze lowered to his thick member and her tongue protruded from her mouth. Such a pretty little liar. She knew she wanted him to spread her legs and fuck her good.
With her back pressed into the glass shower door, Richmond had her trapped. Looking around as if she didn’t know whether she wanted to run or escape, he lifted her shirt to her boobs and ran the head of his erection over her belly. A sharp breath whipped from the circle of her mouth.
“You know you want this. Admit it.” Kayla’s whole body tensed as she nodded her head. “Thought so.” He slid his free hand down
inside her panties and thrust two of his fingers inside her slick sex. “If you want it, you’re going to have to ask for it.”
Gasping, her lips trembled. She swallowed harshly. “Please.”
Richmond thrust his fingers in her heat, and she flinched. “Please what?”
Kayla’s hands came down hard on his shoulders as she bucked wildly on his fingers. “Please make love to me, Richmond.” Hot need spooned inside her eyes, her breathing intensified.
Spanking her belly with his shaft, he demanded. “Say it louder, Kay!”
“Please, Richmond!”
“What do you want, Kay?”
“I want you! Now!”
Richmond yanked her shirt over her head and pulled her jeans and panties down her thighs. He’d said he wanted her to join him in the shower, and he damn well meant it. Hardheaded woman. Pretending like she didn’t want him when she knew she did from jump.
He flung open the door, turned on the shower, then spun her around to face the counter. Waiting for the water to warm, standing behind her, he placed a hand on her spine and reached down between her hot thighs. Spreading her wet labia, he gripped his concrete length and inserted the hard knob to her entrance.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, her groan was deeper and huskier than he’d ever heard. She glanced back over her shoulder at him. “More, Richmond. I need more.”
Tenderly spreading her butt cheeks and circling his head at her entrance, he slid further inside her channel. “Is this want you want, Kay?” he asked, slowly sinking inside.
Steam from the hot shower rose above their heads, making white clouds form on the glass mirror.
Nodding profusely, still looking at him, Kayla’s bangs fell from her ponytail to her arched brows. Sliding deeper inside her, Richmond held her penetrating gaze. Her heated stare infused his heart as she sucked him in deeper, all the way to his round, tingling balls.
Her heat wrapped around his stroking rod. Fire shot through the veins of his erection, making the head leak. Both of them fixated their gazes on the mirror, then looked at each other.
Pounding her gently, the feel of his scrotum slapping the slick lips of her entrance and curvy butt pushed him over the edge. She pushed back on him, threatening to make him spill his seed. Buried scrotum deep inside her channel, holding on to her delicious behind, he slid from her with a resounding pop.
Putting a hard hand to her shoulder, he spun her around. Kayla gripped him in her fist, mashed down on him. His jaws dropped. On the verge of exploding, he snatched his member from her wild, jerking fist.
“Oh, Richmond.” Cupping his shoulders, she dropped hot kisses over his pectorals. Down his abdomen. Over his hairy loins. His hard jewels.
Kay, don’t! Glowering down at her as she pressed her knees into the floor, he sucked in a deep breath. “Don’t do that. I’m warning you.” Hunched over, she pressed her fingers into his thighs, then parted her mouth to suck in his tool. As her slippery mouth slid down his length, his body went rigid. Not wanting to unleash inside her sweet mouth, he cupped the sides of her bobbing head and slid out of her hot mouth. Christ! That’d been hard as hell to do. “I’m not ready to come yet, baby.”
The musky scent of her arousal poured from the pores of her skin. Traveled up his nose. Enticed him. Determined to make love to her in the shower, he flung open the door. Tugging her hand, he escorted her inside. Eating up the desire twinkling inside her eyes, he gathered her in his arms and stood beneath the shooting warm water.
Water drenched them as he grinded softly against her pubic bone. Her tender eyes holding his, water streamed over her brown, beautiful breasts pressing into his chest. She reached up to cup his jaw. Turning his head, he kissed the inside of her palm.
He grabbed the elastic band holding her hair together, pulling it off.
Blinking her eyes against the sprouting water, her straight hair turned to elegant auburn waves. Where had this delicate woman been all his life? Rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, he stuck out his tongue and she caught it.
Her flesh flicked and curled with his. Pressing her back to the wall, he placed a knee between her legs and pried her thighs open. He jerked her off her feet. Wrapping her sultry legs around his waist, he entered her in one single thrust. “Seems like you got even wetter.” He gnawed her bottom lip with his teeth, then pulled on the tender flesh.
“I did.” Circling her hips, her eyes rolled closed. “Oh, Richmond. That feels, so, good. Good, baby.”
“I’m glad you like it, Kay. Glad I can satisfy your sexual need.” Her drenched canal felt like velvety silk on him. Wanting to make sure Kay came first, he stroked her soft and slow. He dropped his mouth to her swollen breast and clenched her nipple with his teeth. Bouncing up and down softly on him, she groaned. Curling his tongue over the hard substance, he sucked her entire dark circle into his mouth and feasted.
Flicking his tongue over her erected nipple while sucking her areola, Richmond’s member throbbed. An urgency to shoot pushed at his skin. Unable to withstand the hot need to come, his strokes quickened. Hardened. With every hard thrust he pushed inside her belly, she grunted.
Giving back as much as he gave, her pelvis rocked back and forth. Her hands sailed over the top of his wet hair. Nibbling on his lip, she twined her arms behind his neck and sucked his tongue to the back of her throat.
“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.” Her husky cries pounded in his ear. Curling her hips, her sex exploded on his shaft. Shaking it. Rattling it.
The force of her orgasm made his sperm boil inside his aching testicles, travel up his pulsating shaft, and bubble inside the tip of his engorged head. “Your pussy is so damn good, Kay. It’s mine, right?” Friend, my ass.
“Yes, Richmond. It’s yours.” Husky pleasure lingered in her tone.
You better not ever address me as your damn friend, woman. “This pussy is just mine, right Kay?”
Circling her hips, she moaned, “It’s all yours, and only yours.”
Thinking about how she’d referenced him as her friend, he’d needed to hear that. He rocked his hips back and paused, letting the head marinate at her still throbbing entrance. Need clawed his gut. Lust punched at his chest. Swallowing, he felt cum fizz inside his raw head.
Shit! She moved on him. Richmond slammed deep into her. Her body jerked on a grunt. A loud roar grumbled from his mouth as he shot his sperm inside her.
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