I couldn’t settle on anything, and when Kaye walked into the room, I went to her immediately. I kissed her as though she could somehow soothe the fight going on inside of me, and the hell of it was, she did.
She was so calming. When I was with her, kissing her, and cupping the full weight of her beautiful breasts in my hands, it seemed somehow like it would all be okay. She stoked the fires of desire in me while soothing my emotional torment all at once.
How was any one human being so damn perfect?
“David!” she gasped, but I didn’t say anything. I didn’t trust myself to utter a single word. I just swept her up in my arms and brought her to the bed, kissing her frantically the whole time.
“Oh, God, David,” she whispered, lying there, her lips swollen from my eager kisses, her breathing fast, and her lips parted. “David, sometimes you seem to want me so much …”
Always.
I always wanted her. But seeing how loyal she’d been to me when she could have easily chosen to go out and have fun made me want her more than ever.
It took me a matter of only a few seconds to strip off, but with her, I took my time. As I removed each article of clothing and covered every inch of the revealed skin with kisses, claiming her with every movement.
By the time she was naked, completely bare for me, we were both breathing as hard as if we’d just run a marathon. She was so hot against me as I took her nipple into my mouth and started to suckle it, and when I slid my fingers down between her legs, I found her folds slick and wet, slippery with her desire.
“No, God, David, no, please.” Kaye was babbling in her urgent desire and damned if it wasn’t the hottest, most arousing thing I’d ever seen. “David, please, inside me. I can’t wait.” When she said that in the breathy tone she always used when she was the neediest and when she reached down and gripped my cock, stroking it a few times and playing with my rigid length, I realized I couldn’t wait either. Not for another second. I needed to be inside her.
I needed to feel the connection to her—the one I always felt while buried inside her tight, welcoming body. The one that had terrified me once, but that I craved now more than anything else in the world.
Love. Desire. Acceptance.
That intimate embrace gave me all of those things—all the things I had always wanted without telling myself or anyone else—and so much more on top, too.
“Now,” I finally growled, the first word I’d said to her since she’d entered the room. I kissed her once more, and as I did, I pushed deep inside of her, feeling her body grip me and her channel tighten around me, accepting me.
I loved this woman. I loved her so completely and totally, and when I was buried inside of her—when I felt her clenching and rocking rhythmically around me, when I pulled almost all the way out, so just the tip was buried inside of her, only to slam home once more—it felt somehow like it wasn’t all hopeless. Like somehow, the situation could all work out.
The bed rocked with the force of the fury with which we slaked our thirst for each other. She was just as eager as I was, wrapped around me, moaning, shaking, sweating, and straining to get closer.
Almost from the beginning, I saw the signs in her. She was close, and soon she was thrashing, moaning, and arching up against me as I took her over and over again. Her head was flung back, her hair spread out over the pillow as she rocked up onto me again and again.
“David!” she cried, her nails a slightly sharp sting against my shoulder. She clung to me as the shudders of her orgasm started to wrack her slender body, her legs tangled with mine as her pleasure wrung my own from my body.
The way her internal muscles contracted around me and the way she cried out, moaned, and rocked recklessly on me was all I needed. My own orgasm shook through my body, liquid fire rocketing through my veins, and I growled softly and kissed her again as I spilled inside of her.
Even once my orgasm had subsided, I couldn’t make myself pull out of her. I needed to be linked as closely to her as was possible for two human beings to be linked, though I did roll onto my back and pull her on top of me so I wasn’t smothering her.
“David,” Kaye moaned, and then she shot me a sassy little wink. “I don’t suppose you want to go out for karaoke?”
I laughed softly. Neither of us were in any state to go anywhere. I doubted I could even walk and I couldn’t think she was in a much better state—not from the way her body was trembling with little aftershocks from her orgasm.
“No. Let’s just stay here,” I whispered, and it was the perfect time. I knew it. If there could be a perfect time to tell someone you had only married them because you were after their money, but you’d fallen in love with them and just couldn’t do it anymore.
Well, there was no perfect time for something so terrible, but if there could be, it would be right after such an amazing time in bed together—after sharing such an intense orgasm.
So now. Now was the time. I would do it.
I couldn’t lie to her anymore. I didn’t even want the money. Not if it meant losing her. Besides, I was no longer at all convinced she would ever sleep with Brent. She wasn’t anything like the other women I’d met in my life.
“Kaye,” I whispered, and she raised her head from where it had been resting on my chest to look at me quizzically.
This was my chance. This was the moment and all I had to do was seize it. I just had to say a few words and the nightmare—the conflict deep in my soul—would be gone.
One way or another.
“What is it?” Kaye asked, and I should have known she would be perceptive enough to see when something was bugging me. She seemed to notice almost everything, which had only made this whole plan much more difficult.
I could free myself from all of this if I just told her. I parted my lips and wet them with my tongue, trying to fight past the terror of losing her enough so I could say those few words.
“I love you,” I whispered, hating myself even as I spoke. It was true. I did love her. But I had wanted to say something else—to tell her about everything. I found I didn’t have the nerve.
Most things, I could face down. Fear didn’t have a hold over me most of the time. This one small woman, though, made me afraid—to afraid to lose her to take the chance.
“I love you too, David,” she said, smiling, and I nodded. This was the right choice. I could talk to Brent. Tell him the whole plan was off. Kaye didn’t need to be broken. She didn’t have to know I had ever had any intentions toward her other than loving her.
Let her keep her innocence.
It was probably the thing I had valued about her the most, at least from the time I had been convinced that her innocence was actually genuine. She really thought the best about everyone and everything, and I didn’t have it in me to take any of it away from her.
Smiling, I finally rolled her off me, though I wrapped an arm around her shoulders to hold her close. This was perfect. The perfect solution. I would promise myself to give this relationship a good, solid year, and if it was still as amazing as it was now, I would let myself give in completely.
Either way, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to let Brent put his hands on her. No matter what happened, Kaye was mine.
Chapter 21
Kaye
Karaoke had nothing on my husband. I was glad I had ended up staying, given how things had worked out.
Nestled in close against David, I closed my eyes and let myself bask in the moment, floating on a wave of satisfied arousal and love. I had been right. Staying home had been the right choice and I didn’t regret it at all.
I felt so close to my husband right then and I could swear he felt the same. There was a look in his eyes, one that was loving and affectionate. Maybe it was the time to bring up something that had been bothering me for quite awhile now.
“David …” I steeled myself for his reaction. He hadn’t been particularly open to this idea before, but things had changed, right? Surely the experience we had bot
h just had would have drawn us closer together than ever.
“What is it?” he murmured, his voice sleepy. He seemed satisfied, and I smiled to myself. There were definitely worse times to bring things up than right after some incredible sex.
If he would ever be receptive to this idea, it would be while the sweat from our joining was still on us, slicking our skin.
“I want to talk about the baby.” There. It was out there. It came out a lot easier than I had expected it to. After our huge fight over it before, I was a little hesitant about saying anything about wanting a baby again. God knew I did not want to mar the perfection of the moment.
The silence that fell between us then made my heart clench and my stomach churn. I didn’t even dare look at him, despite the firm tone of my voice. I took in a big breath, gulping it down, then shook my head.
No. If I was going to champion this, I needed to be willing to stand firm for what I wanted. I had to be able to look him right in the eyes and tell him. Otherwise, how could I expect him to take me seriously?
So I raised my gaze and looked right at him. What I was expecting to see, I didn’t quite know, but not the torment I saw there.
“Kaye,” he whispered, and I thought maybe I had won him over. Perhaps he was finally willing to consider this seriously. Maybe he had finally realized there was no point in waiting. Waiting for what? We were already married, we had the money, and we were deeply in love.
We would make an amazing home for a child. It seemed like he might finally see what I did.
“Kaye, stop it.” His voice was so dismissive suddenly, despite the conflicted look in his eyes. “I told you. It’s too soon.”
“David, it isn’t. Why is it too soon? When won’t it be?” I asked, hating the desperation in my voice. I sounded like I was begging him, and in a way, I was. Not for the baby—not really—but just for some sort of reasonable explanation for why it couldn’t happen now.
“Not one more word about the baby for a year. For at least a year.” David froze me with his words, which stabbed into my heart like icicles—bitterly sharp and cold—freezing me to my very core, then he rolled over.
Rolled away from me.
Shut me out.
I was dismissed. The intimacy between us was utterly destroyed, and I still didn’t have my answer. He wouldn’t tell me why we had to wait, and worse, he wanted the baby. I don’t know how I knew, but I did. I could see it in his eyes, maybe—his eyes, which contradicted the words that spilled from his lips.
Tears came to my eyes and I didn’t try to shut them down. I needed the release of crying if I were to somehow remain sane through all of this. So I let myself cry, but in utter silence.
David was facing away from me. I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing how thoroughly he was breaking me.
What was with him, anyway? He was so loving, affectionate, and cuddly sometimes, and the sex, of course, was amazing. Then there was this whole other side to him, cruel and irrational, holding things I wanted back from me, seemingly as nothing more than an act of spite.
What was wrong with him? Or with me? Maybe it was me.
Soon enough, David’s breathing changed, and it made me sob harder to realize he could sleep at a time like this. But why shouldn’t he? It obviously wasn’t his dream to have a baby.
I had to stop this. I had to pull myself together.
Dashing the tears from my cheeks, I slipped out of bed and found a robe to slip on. I needed to calm down and lying beside David’s unresponsive back wasn’t going to be the best way to do it.
It was late, I realized. I might have gone out to the karaoke bar, but it was probably closed by now, which was actually too bad. I could use some distraction, but it seemed it was just me, alone in the kitchen, wondering what kind of marriage I really had.
David was kind most of the time, but he did have awful bouts of moodiness and even a bit of meanness to him. But, still, I loved him. I was wondering if we’d ever be able to have fun with our friends or if that was something we’d never do, since he was always so busy. But, still, I loved him. And then there was the big thing between us about me wanting a baby now and him wanting to wait a year before we even considered it. Would I feel this lonely and alone forever?
Just as I was thinking about how alone I was, a knock came at the door. I was pouring myself some milk, getting ready to heat it up with some vanilla—there was really nothing better when sleep was elusive—when I heard the sound. Frowning, completely confused about who could be coming by at three in the morning, I went to answer it.
I left the chain on. I liked to think the best of people, but I wasn’t an idiot. It was awfully late, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. It could be a robber, or worse. Not that many robbers or murderers knocked on a door before they come in.
I chuckled to myself as I pulled the door open a crack. “Brent?” I asked as I saw his face on the other side of the door and quickly fumbled the chain off. Brent didn’t look so good. His cheeks were very flushed, his eyes were dull, and he couldn’t quite seem to hold himself upright. He had to hold on to the frame of the door to even keep himself from falling over.
“I can’t drive home,” he slurred the words out, and I realized what was going on pretty easily. I’d done a brief stint as a nurse in the ER, so this wasn’t the first time I had seen someone completely drunk out of their mind. “I almost crashed just getting here. Can I stay the night?”
Well, there was really no question about what my answer would be. Of course he could stay. I wasn’t going to send him off to risk his life in a car accident. It wouldn’t be fair or right, not only for him, but for anyone he might run into. Literally. “Of course.” I opened the door and let him in, and when he staggered, I even propped him up with an arm around his waist. He was big and strong, yes, but again, this wasn’t my first rodeo. I knew how to help a drunk man walk.
“Why are you still up?” he asked as I deposited him carefully onto the bigger of the living room couches. I made sure he was settled, then went to sit on the other couch.
I didn’t think he would get any ideas, but I’d been groped by drunk men before, and besides, I couldn’t help but remember what Angela had said to me. The words she spoke echoed in my head, a clear warning.
If Brent was in love with me, or even if he just thought he was, I didn’t want to encourage it at all.
As I got myself settled, Brent looked at me. His eyes were dim with the alcohol, but it didn’t seem to cut down on his powers of perception very much. Either that, or I just looked much more terrible than I would have thought.
With him being as drunk as he was, it was probably the latter. I touched my face discreetly, finding it hot and my eyes swollen. I must be a complete mess.
“Why are your eyes all red? Are you okay?” Brent sounded genuinely concerned, and the tears I’d so valiantly fought back were right back again. I tried to blink them away, annoyed with myself, but they wouldn’t stay back.
Just a tiny bit of kindness from Brent and I was sobbing again. It was pathetic, but I couldn’t help it. I was so confused, so utterly filled with misery, that it came out, regardless of my desires on the subject.
“It’s David,” I whispered. Maybe I was being disloyal by talking about this at all, and of course, this man was my husband’s best friend. David might not want Brent knowing all his personal business.
I could no more hold back the words than I could my tears. “I want a baby,” I kept going, and even just saying the words out loud felt healing to me. I had been trying to hide the desire, even from myself, but I just couldn’t do it. “I want a baby so badly, but David …”
“David doesn’t want a baby?” Brent asked, and I sighed softly and shook my head in denial.
“No. If he just didn’t want a baby, it would be much easier,” I murmured. “He looks at me and I see he wants it. But then he tells me we have to wait for a year. Why? We’re married, right? Forever and ever? I don’t know why we have to wait.
I wish I knew …”
“Okay, fuck this shit,” Brent swore, and I jumped, stunned by the crudity. He was drunk, I reminded myself, and focused on the content of what he was saying instead. “I’ve had just about enough of this.”
Enough of what?
“Look, I’ve had too much to drink and I know it, but …maybe I’ll hate myself for this in the morning when I sober up.” He wasn’t making any sense. I looked at him, trying to figure out what all his rambling was about. Something told me not to speak, though. Brent knew something, and I wanted to know what it was.
If it pissed David off, I’d just have to deal with it. “Hate yourself for telling me what, exactly, Brent?”
“He only married you to get your money,” Brent slurred, looking right into my eyes. I saw the sincerity in his. Drunk or not, he wasn’t lying, and it was then that my world started to fall apart around me.
He told me everything—the plan he and David had made and how he was supposed to seduce me. How I was supposed to fall into his arms, sleep with him, and get caught by David.
David had made a plan to destroy me.
The hell of it was, the plan had worked. Oh, maybe the money was safe, if I cared about that at all, but my heart had shattered into little pieces in my chest, with a pain as sharp as if I’d actually been shot there.
Brent may as well have reached into my chest and ripped my heart right out, and from the look of remorse and pain on his face, he knew it.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have told you. You look like you’re about to lose your mind, Kaye. Don’t. Don’t go crazy over this. Don’t let it break you.” His words came fast as he stared into my eyes. “You’re too good to let this destroy you.”
“You’re right. I am too good to let this destroy me. But you were right to tell me. Things make so much more sense now, don’t they?” I tapped my foot anxiously as I looked at Brent. “So it was all an act on your part as well, wasn’t it?”
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