Kaitlyn shivers against the wall, completely overwhelmed by the combined methods of his passion: his hands, his mouth, his tongue, his words.
Praise sings against her heated flesh.
“Your skin is so soft.”
“I can smell your sweet pussy.”
“Your legs are thick as shit.”
“Damn, you sexy.”
“I can’t wait to stroke inside you.”
Kaitlyn bites her bottom lip and looks down at him with sex-crazed eyes. She turns to face the wall, loving the feel of the coolness against the side of her face, and presses her nipples against the surface as she pops her hips to stick her full ass up.
Before she could even ask, Quint slaps her buttocks.
Whap!
And again. Twice.
Whap! Whap!
Kaitlyn releases a shaky breath, which is a release of pure pleasure.
The first feel of his tongue at the small curve of her back makes her pant. And when he uses his hands to spread her cheeks to kiss her intimately, before licking a trail down to lick her pussy, she flings her head back and cries out.
He presses into her and scoops her ass up higher as he sucks her pussy lips before sweetly biting each of her cheeks.
“Mmm. Good?” He moans out his question.
She turns and lifts one leg up on his shoulder as she circles her hips and brings her hands up to squeeze her own nipples.
“This is better,” she says, looking down into his face.
Quint keeps his eyes locked on hers as he shifts his head to kiss her plush inner thigh. And then the crease of her leg. And then her moist pink clit that is swollen and pulsating in arousal.
He smiles wolfishly before he flickers his tongue against it.
Kaitlyn uses one hand to cup the back of his smooth bald head as she makes tiny circles with her hips, which brings her clit against his tongue.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she admits hotly.
He sucks her clit into his mouth.
Her knees buckle and he grasps her hips to hold her upright as he sucks away.
Kaitlyn shivers and bites her bottom lip, closing her eyes.
When she opens them, they are in the middle of her bed with Quint stroking deep inside her from behind as his fingers dig into the flesh of her ass.
“Beg me for this dick,” he demands.
Kaitlyn looks over her shoulder at him. “Please. Harder. Harder,” she begs.
Her wish is his command, and his strokes deepen until she could feel the soft curls of his hairs brushing against her buttocks.
Kaitlyn blinks again.
She is riding him backward aboard the deck of a yacht.
She blinks again.
They are on a deserted island at the edge of the turquoise sea as Quint kneels in the wet sand, stroking away like a well-oiled piston inside her. She lays on her side, facing him, with her leg across his body and on his shoulder.
She blinks again.
Quint has her body pressed against the base of the Eiffel Tower. His buttocks clench as he makes tiny circles with his hips, sending the length of his dick up against the tightness of her walls as the thick base glides back and forth over her clit.
She blinks again.
They are back in her apartment. His body braces against her front door as Kaitlyn braces her knees on either side of him against the door as she rides him. Furious and fast. Quint’s mouth teases her nipples. His tongue circles her areola.
“I’m coming. Yes, I’m coming!” she shouts as a fine sheen of sweat coats both their bodies.
“Ssssh, you too loud,” Quint whispers up to her. His eyes stay fiercely locked on her as he enjoys the passion on her face, the feel of her entire body shivering against him, and the tight spasms of her walls against his dick as she comes and coats every inch of him with her juices.
Kaitlyn cries out again as she wraps her arms around his head and hotly licks his lips.
Knock, knock.
Quint pauses at the sound of the knock against the door.
Kaitlyn continues to ride away against the length of him, too caught up in her white-hot climax to stop for anything.
Knock, knock.
Quinton covers her mouth as her sex noises continue to fill the air.
“The neighbors, Kaitlyn. Somebody’s knocking. . . .”
Somebody’s knocking.
Somebody’s knocking.
Knock, knock.
Knock, knock.
Kaitlyn’s eyes opened and she jumped forward off the door as she was jerked from her sexual fantasy. Her wine goblet crashed to the floor from the sudden movement as she struggled for composure. Her face and neck felt flushed. Her clit throbbed. Her panties felt moist. Her nipples were hard.
Swallowing hard, she stepped away and then rose up on her toes to look out the peephole.
Quint.
Kaitlyn dropped back down on her feet and looked down at her nipples, hard and thrusting against the thin material of her T-shirt, which she was wearing to bed. She opened the door and instantly crossed her arms over her chest as she looked up at him.
“Yes?” she said, clearing her throat as she pictured him naked and hard.
“There’s broken glass on the floor,” he said, stepping inside to begin picking up the pieces.
“Thanks, I have it,” she said, reaching down to pull at his strong arm.
Kaitlyn paused at the feel of the dips and grooves of his muscles under her touch. Everything about him was hard. Everything.
“Get the broom for me to get the little pieces before you miss and cut your foot,” he told her, looking up briefly.
Kaitlyn released him and stepped over the mess to dash to the kitchen. She took a moment to grab the kitchen counter and breathe, deeply and slowly, as she pressed her thumbs to her revealing nipples.
“You got it?” he called down the hall to her.
She grabbed her broom and dustpan from the pantry. “Coming,” she called back before retracing her steps down the hall.
Kaitlyn outstretched her arm to hand him the items.
Quint’s eyes shifted from them to her breasts, and then traveled up to her eyes. “You a little cold, huh?” he asked, smiling.
Kaitlyn said nothing as she continued to hold out the broom.
Quint brushed past the broom. “Uhm, I’m not Geoffrey,” he quipped.
“Who?” she asked, completely lost.
“This isn’t the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and I’m not your butler. Don’t give it to me. Use it,” he stressed, his hands filled with the larger shards of glass as he carried them into the kitchen to throw away.
Kaitlyn made a face as she quickly swept the entire area and brushed the tiny remnants into the dustpan.
“Oh, you do know how to use it,” he teased from behind her.
“Ha-ha,” she said dryly before easing past him to dump the glass into the garbage can outside her back door.
“Can I help you with something?” she asked, coming back into the kitchen.
Quint bit back another smile.
“Another late-night repair?”
They both turned and looked out the door at Mrs. Hanson, smiling at them as she shook her head.
“Y’all have a good night,” she teased before she continued on to her apartment, two doors down.
Kaitlyn and Quint eyed each other.
“She swears we’re dealing,” Kaitlyn said.
“I know.”
“She is so nice,” Kaitlyn added.
“I know that too.”
Kaitlyn moved to the door to close it. “Her husband tried to holler at me,” she said as soon as the door was closed. “Did you know that?”
Quinton frowned deeply. “What?” he snapped.
Kaitlyn nodded. “The same day I was minding my own in my car in the parking lot,” she said. “Talking ’bout, can he come sit in the car with me—”
“Like he don’t have enough on his plate,” Quinton muttered under his br
eath.
“Exactly,” Kaitlyn stressed.
“I don’t respect cheating,” Quint said, turning to look up at the picture of Kaitlyn hanging on the wall beside him. “Just end the relationship and save everyone the heartache.”
Kaitlyn walked over to stand beside him and peer up at the homage to herself as well.
“True,” she agreed.
“Is that a weave?” he asked.
“No,” Kaitlyn stressed.
Quint glanced at her face. “The shorter hair brings out your eyes more, but why’d you cut it?”
Kaitlyn shifted her eyes to him and then playfully posed. “It’s just hair. It’ll grow back, if I let it,” she said. “Just like it would all be silver, if I let it.”
That obviously surprised him.
“My whole family is prematurely gray. We get it from our dad,” she told him, moving over to pick up one of the picture frames on her nightstand to show him . “On men? Sexy. On a twenty-something young lady? Witchlike.”
Quint looked at the photo and then up at Kaitlyn as she smiled sadly.
Kaitlyn missed her family. She spoke to her brothers and went to their homes, when she knew her parents weren’t there. She missed the entire family getting together for Sunday dinner after church, birthdays, and holidays.
“What are you doing here, Kaitlyn Strong, youngest daughter of the wealthy ranching Strong family?” he asked.
Kaitlyn chuckled as she looked down at the group photo taken at Zaria and Kaleb’s wedding. Everyone was smiling and huddled close together to make sure they all fit. It wasn’t a good feeling to think she didn’t fit in the family picture anymore. She swallowed over an emotional lump in her throat. She didn’t miss Quint’s eyes dipping to her throat to take in the innocent move.
“Honestly?” she asked.
“Yes,” Quint said with enthusiasm as he smiled at her. “Curiosity is killing me.”
“My parents were pissed I spent, like, thirty grand at one store when I was in Paris this summer, and they lowered my monthly budget to ‘teach me a lesson.’” Kaitlyn did the air quotes with her fingers, her sarcasm clear.
Quint eyed her incredulously. “Kaitlyn, you do understand some people don’t make thirty grand in a year?” he said slowly.
“Yes, I understand that . . . but not my parents,” she countered.
Quint wiped his mouth with one of his large hands. “Okay, maybe your parents make that in a month and you blew it in an hour?”
Kaitlyn widened her eyes. “You know nothing about what my parents make,” she told him, turning to set the picture frame back in its spot.
“Okay, but do you?”
Kaitlyn didn’t answer him. She didn’t mean to. Of course she knew nothing about her family business matters. Why would she?
“Listen, all I know is I’ve lived where I wanted, bought what I wanted, vacationed wherever I wanted, and it was fine—”
“On their expense?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes,” she answered with emphasis.
“And how old are you?”
Kaitlyn didn’t answer, and she didn’t mean to . . . again.
“My point is, all of a sudden they pull the rug from under me and I had to move from James Island to here—”
“James Island, huh?” Quint said with a steep whistle.
Kaitlyn’s eyes lit up and she reached for his wrist. “And it was right off the water, with real hardwood floors and a gourmet kitchen and ten-foot-high ceilings with crown molding.”
Quint chuckled.
Kaitlyn eyed him. “Did I tell a joke? What’s funny?
You see Kevin Hart somewhere?” she asked, pretending to look around her.
“You know, the answer to getting everything you want is real simple,” he said.
“Oh yeah? What, Mr. Know-It-All?” she asked.
“Get a job, Kaitlyn,” Quint said. “Get a J-O-B and pay to play.”
Kaitlyn frowned at him. “Good night,” she said, dismissing him.
“So what are you going to do?”
“Not speak to my parents until they understand the injustice they have put upon me,” she answered, pressing her slender hand to her chest.
“Kaitlyn,” Quint said gently. “You’re willing to turn your back on family for money. Because that is what you’re doing.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“A’ight,” he said, holding up his hands as he briefly held up his square shoulders. “Look, I originally wanted you to let me know what-all you need for the sleepover. I can pick it up when I go to town in the morning.”
Kaitlyn was happy for the change of subject. “I can do a list. I’ll have it for you in the morning. I can tell you, lots and lots of snacks. A few movies. Maybe a karaoke machine. I have plenty of makeup and nail polish for them to play with.”
“She’s twelve.”
Kaitlyn eyed him. “Quinton, I’m not taking Lei and her friends out for a ho stroll and putting them out to work. They’ll be right here in my apartment.”
“That’s my baby girl,” he explained.
“And she’s beautiful and becoming a young lady,”
Kaitlyn said, gently guiding Quint toward the door. “Boys are gonna sniff around her, regardless if you keep her in sneakers and jeans or not. Thing is to teach her not to fall for their shit, and I can help with that . . . as you know.”
Quinton paused to look at her. “Ha-ha, funny.”
Kaitlyn smiled. “You know, you really should just unass a card and let me take Lei to the store.”
Quint laughed out loud. “No offense, but I am not turning you loose with my card,” he said dryly.
Kaitlyn opened her front door. “Good night to you and your wack joke. I’ll have the list for you in the morning.”
Quint turned suddenly and their bodies slightly touched. “Thanks again, and good night, Kaitlyn.”
Her heart beat erratically as she closed the door on him and his overwhelming presence.
In the days that followed, Quinton couldn’t deny that his daughter was excited and happy about her pajama party. Now, instead of talking about Kaitlyn all the time, she filled his brain with every one of her friends who promised they were coming. Quint was happy to see her happy. Lei meant everything to him.
And that was why he kept peeling off the cash to give Kaitlyn as she put her all into making sure Lei’s party was “the perfect sleepover jammy jam”—whatever that meant.
That morning, as soon as Lei left for school, he used a dolly and a lot of sweat and muscle to take her armoire into her bedroom. He positioned it in the empty corner where her dollhouse once sat. He stood back to watch his handiwork.
It was large enough with plenty of shelves to hold whatever she wanted, but not too big to overpower the room. He even relented and followed his initial idea to install a lock and skeleton key. Just a little privacy for a new teenager.
My little girl is growing up, Quinton thought, remembering the day she was born and how proud he felt as he held her for the first time. How much he wanted to be a better father for her than his had been for him.
Her first steps.
The first time she called him “Dada.”
Her first day of school.
Even the appearance of her menstrual cycle last year.
He shook his head at how much that shook him, but they got through it together—and a trip to her pediatrician’s office for a nice chat with the nurse about her new feminine responsibilities helped a lot.
Quint picked up the brightly wrapped gifts from where he set them on her bed earlier and slid them inside the armoire and locked it, leaving the key in the lock. Her birthday wasn’t until that Sunday; but with her sleepover that Friday night, he decided to give her most of her gifts early.
Glancing at the time on his cell phone, Quint left her room and then their apartment. He climbed into his Ford pickup and reversed out of his parking spo
t. He hit his brakes at the sight of Kaitlyn already up and tying dozens of pink and silver Happy Birthday balloons to the railings.
He fixed his eyes on her face and found it squinted in intense concentration to be cute as hell. The friends Lei invited were catching the school bus to the complex with her; and Kaitlyn obviously wanted everything ready for them. He couldn’t deny that she really seemed to like Lei and that earned her his respect.
He put his truck in park and climbed out of the vehicle. “You need any help right now?” he called up to her.
Kaitlyn looked up and then down at him. She smiled brightly.
The sight of it warmed him more than the summer sun could.
“I might move my sofa into the guest bedroom to make more room for the sleeping bags,” she said.
“I gotta make a quick run and I’ll come right up,” he told her.
“Going to see a friend?” she asked, winking.
Quint just smiled and climbed back into the pickup. Even though both agreed that they couldn’t act on their chemistry, nothing about the way they excited each other had weakened. In fact, it had seemed to intensify. Something about wanting someone so close, but not being able to have that person, made the desire crazy intense.
And it didn’t help that they often found themselves flirting a little or sharing long looks, or they caught the other enjoying certain body parts too tempting to ignore.
There had been many a night he would wake up from a dream that she had dominated, or it was even worse when he would lose focus on a project and realize he had been thinking about Kaitlyn.
Something she said that was funny.
Something she did that baffled the hell out of him.
With each passing day it could be either of the two or both. There were many, many moments he swung between wanting to swat her bottom, like she was a misbehaving child, or kiss her like the woman she very clearly was.
Turning off the main road, he decided to take the back roads or side streets to Walterboro. As he passed Joni’s house, he shook his head at the sight of the car pulled up close behind hers. She had texted him a few times, inviting him to come and give “it” to her, but he never responded.
Something about her nonchalance at him not going through with the sex threw him off. It made him think maybe she wasn’t all there. He hadn’t wanted the drama of an argument, but for a woman not to even question why was odd to him.
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