Love Me ~ Through the Storm

by Renee Kennedy

  “Yes,” I say and give him a big cheesy smile.

  “Yes? It’s that easy? You’re going to move in with me?”

  “I’m not saying we don’t have a lot to talk about, but there’s not any place I’d rather be.”

  “Oakley, you’ve just made me the happiest man alive. When we get back, go pack enough stuff for a couple of days. I’ll help you get the rest of your belongings as soon as we get a chance.”

  “Okay, it’s not like I have much, anyway. Being in the dorms, you only have so much space.”

  “Sweet.”

  “Sweet? You never say sweet.”

  “Nothing in my life has been sweet enough for me to say it before.” He laughs at me. “There is one thing, though. Please don’t get upset with me over this, but please, no more trying to manipulate me to get your way. You want to be an adult, Babe, then be one.”

  “Kane, I’m so sorry about that. I thought back on how I was acting, and I’m embarrassed by my actions. I promise to honor your feelings about Deb, too. She didn’t do right by you, and I shouldn’t have pushed.” Seriously, how can I expect him to respect me, if I don’t respect him?

  “We’ll work it all out. I know this because no one has ever meant anything to me but you.” Kane slips his arms around me and simply holds me.

  Back at the dorm, I gather all my textbooks, toiletries, and enough clothes for a week. I can’t believe Kane and I are going to be living together. I’m so glad Noelle isn’t in our room because I don’t want to waste any time explaining things to her. Kane must have been watching for me because as soon as I pull up to his condo, he’s out the front door, helping me with my bags.

  “Hey, you.” I peck him on the lips.

  “Hey, baby.”

  “I love that you call me baby.”

  “Baby,” he says and gives me a smile. “Let’s get your things inside. I want to devour you.” He takes my duffel bag and small suitcase from me.

  This’s going to be epic! Being with Kane all the time.

  As soon as we’re through the door, Kane drops everything, picks me up, and carries me to his room. Our room.

  We need to talk, but there’ll be time for that later. Right now, I want him to fuck me again.

  “I want to undress you,” he says with a hooded look. His lips are all over me, hungrily. He sets me on the bed.

  I raise my arms so he can slip my dress over my head. I wish I’d thought to change my underwear while I was packing; I have on plain old cotton panties. Kane doesn’t seem to mind, he unhooks my bra and bends his head to kiss my small breasts before moving on and removing my panties.

  “Have I told you how perfect you are?” He asks me.

  I shake my head.

  “Let me tell you now. See that little mole.” He stops to lick the spot where the mole is, right above my right breast. “It’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I feel weak.

  Kane picks me up and lays me on the bed then removes his clothes, his eyes only leaving mine when he pulls his shirt over his head.

  “You like my disgusting mole?” I sit up.

  “There’s nothing about you that’s disgusting, baby.”

  Kane crawls onto the bed.

  “Lay back, Oakley, I want to make you feel good.”

  There’s a need in his eyes and I love it. I lay back like I was told.

  Kane’s hovering over my body as he comes in for a deep kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck.

  His lips are searching mine.

  Our tongues do a dance of their own.

  So passionately, it causes me to let out a soft moan.

  Kane moves to my neck, licks it, then on to my collarbone, and gives me a little nip right there. I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly.

  “Mmmm,” I rake my fingers through his hair as he pulls at my puckered nipple.

  “Tell me, baby. Tell me when you like something. My job is to please you, to make you come.”

  “Ah, yes. I like when you bite me.” I tell him.

  Kane nibbles at my nipples, licking and blowing between every little tug.

  “I liked you between…uh, my legs, too.” I feel my face heat up. I don’t talk dirty—the dirtiest thing I’ve ever said was when I told Kane to fuck me.

  “Don’t be nervous with me, baby. I love that you want me back down there tonguing you.” He moves lower.

  “Right there, ooh.” I feel him swirl his fingertips around my clit. My thighs jerk in response when he places one finger inside me.

  “You’re fucking drenched, baby. You make me want to skip right to tasting you.” He brings that finger to his mouth and sucks on it. “Umm, you taste like the sweetest nectar.” He puts his head between my legs.

  Oh, for the love of Jesus, that feels good. He sends shivers through me as he licks up my center, again and again. “Oh…” My breath rushes out. “Please don’t stop, that... oh, that feels…” I feel a pressure build up. “Goo… that feels good.”

  “Mmmm, so glad that my baby likes it when I eat her as much as I like to taste her.” He runs his finger around the rim of my opening then sucks.

  My hands grip the comforter as my insides clench around his finger.

  “That’s it, baby. Relax and let yourself go,” Kane whispers, letting his hot breath blow across my skin.

  He curls his finger inside me, hitting that spot that makes me tremble with increasing need. He puts in another finger, and I love the feeling as he stretches me, making my body ready to accept him. He pumps them in, curls them, and brings them out, all while he’s lapping at my core.

  I have the urge to buck my hips. I can’t lay here all still. I want more and more of that pressure. Oh, sweet agonizing pressure. I press up when he curls his fingers and keeps them there. Tickling that one spot, he replaces his mouth with his thumb and I’m gone. My release washes over me and I buck into his fingers with abandon.

  “There it is. My baby gushes for me,” Kane says. “Here, let me clean that up for you.” He once again sucks at my clit and runs his tongue all over my pussy.

  I want to suck him like that. I want to make him feel just as good as he did me. “My turn now,” I say after he comes up for air.

  “You don’t have to do that, Oakley.”

  “Why? I thought all men liked that. I want to please you like you did for me.” I look him straight in his eyes.

  “Oh, baby, I do love getting sucked off, but I don’t want you to think it’s something you have to do.”

  “It’s your turn to lay back, Kane. Just follow my orders.” I give him a devious smile.

  He lays back on the bed, smiling.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles a tiny bit.

  “I’ve never done this before so you may have to instruct me a little,” I say and with the tip of my tongue, I flick the head of his cock. I lick him with the flat of my tongue, short little laps, just like the ice cream cone then I whirl it around his shaft. I look up to see he’s watching me with a satisfied look on his face.

  Good, I must be doing something right.

  “That feels amazing, baby.” He puts his hand in my hair.

  I put my lips around just the crown while I flick my tongue on the tiny opening.

  “Ohhhh,” Kane moans.

  I twirl my tongue around and around, move my mouth down inch-by-inch, and his cock twitches.

  I’m not sure I’m going to be able to fit this whole thing in my mouth without gagging, but I’m going to do my best. I take him in until he hits the back of my throat.

  “Uhhhh,” he groans. His hand fists in my hair.

  I bob my head up and down, giving him pressure like he did with his fingers inside of me.

  “Baby, if you keep doing that, I’m going to explode, quick.”

  I stop just long enough to say, “Go ahead, that’s the point.”

  “No, not in your mouth. Not yet, this is enough,” he says.

  I keep sucking him.

  He gives the top
of my head a little tap.

  So, I speed up.

  “Baby, I’m about to…” he groans.

  I don’t stop because I want to taste him, too.

  He taps the top of my head again.

  I’m going as fast as I can.

  He lets out an agonizing groan just before his hot, salty tasting come shoots into my mouth. The amount makes me gag a little, but I manage to swallow it all.

  Kane pulls me up to him, “I tried to get you to stop, I’m sorry.”

  “Stop? Why are you sorry? That’s what I wanted.”

  He gives me a little smirk, “When I tap your head, that’s to let you know I’m about to come, so you can stop.”

  “I thought that meant you wanted more.” I smile at him.

  “Oh, believe me, I want more.”

  He flips me to my back and reaches down between my legs to stroke me.

  I open my legs wider to let him in.

  “What are you doing to me, baby? You make me feel fucking insane.”

  “You do me, too.” I tell him as he sheaths himself inside of me.

  23

  Kane

  “So, Gretchen worked for you?” Oakley continues to pepper me with questions.

  “Yes.”

  “What exactly were her duties?” She narrows her eyes at me.

  “She was an actress for my production company,” I say stiffly. I knew we would have to talk about this eventually but why now?

  “What did she mean by ‘fuck on film’? Were you two in a relationship?” she asks.

  “My uh, production company…” I guess I might as well come right out with it. “I make erotic films.” I suck in a breath through my teeth.

  “You make pornos?” she squeaks.

  “Erotic films. There’s a plot to them,” I say.

  “Have you ever been in one of them?”

  “Only in the very beginning, when I was trying to build up my talent and didn’t have enough guys.”

  “Oh, can I see it?”

  “You wouldn’t recognize me, I altered my appearance. I didn’t want any of my friends to know.”

  “Yeah, how did you keep that a secret from all of us?” Oakley gives me a puzzled look.

  “I told everyone that I worked for a consulting firm and no one ever questioned it.”

  “I want to see one of them,” she says. “I want to see you film one, see you in action.”

  “One day, I’ll take you to my studio and show you around,” I tell her.

  “Promise? Pinky swear?” She holds out her little finger.

  “Yeah, I promise,” I say, taking her finger.

  “How did you get into this porno film making stuff anyway?”

  “Well, Ruby is an author.”

  “So…” Oakley nods with big round eyes.

  “She writes, um…”

  “Kane, just tell me already,” she says and rolls her eyes.

  “Ruby writes erotica.” Oakley’s mouth drops open and her eyes get as big as saucers.

  “She does it under a pen name, so no one will know. I would sneak around when I was a teenager and read her books. Well, I more than read them, I jacked—”

  “Okay, enough about that,” Oakley holds up her hand. “Ruby encouraged you to film porn? That’s messed up.”

  “No! She whipped my ass when she caught me with one of her books.” I laugh. “But, I loved how she had a real plot to her books. I mean I was all about the screwing, don’t get me wrong, but she actually pulled me into the story. Can you imagine a fourteen-year-old guy wanting to read, actually reading a romance novel?”

  “Not hardly! That’s crazy.”

  “Anyway, when I graduated from high school, I didn’t know what I wanted to do other than play music in the band.” I move a strand of her hair that’s fallen in her face, “And, after watching the hundredth porno with horrible acting and no plot whatsoever, I thought, you know, I can make those better.”

  “Wow! That’s like, amazing.” She smiles. “What does Ruby think about all of that now?”

  “She’s my business partner and editor. She’s pretty awesome, but she’ll tear me a new asshole when she’s editing. But, I know she’s only making a better storyline.”

  The doorbell rings and startles us both. I jump up and slip on my gym shorts. “I’ll be right back, don’t you go anywhere.” I bend down and kiss the tip of her nose.

  Trotting to the door, I see a dark blue outline in the frosted glass pane. What the heck? I open the door a crack. It’s a couple of police officers.

  “Are you Luther Kane Treadway?” one of the uniformed officers asks.

  “Yes, I’m Kane Treadway.”

  “We have a warrant for your arrest, turn around and put your hands behind your back,” the stockier of the two says.

  “A warrant? What did I do?” I ask. What the fuck is going on here?

  “We got a tip that you committed statutory rape. You have the right to remain silent,” the first officer says.

  What the fuck?

  I turn and the handcuffs click on my wrists.

  “Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law,” the first officer continues. “You have the right to an attorney.”

  “I haven’t raped anyone.”

  Oakley comes padding out of my bedroom with a t-shirt on.

  “What’s going on?” she asks.

  “If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you,” the cop says, finishing up my rights.

  “What’s he being arrested for?” she screams, visibly shaken.

  “He had sex with a minor, ma’am. How old are you?”

  “I’m eighteen. I’m not a minor.”

  “Clay had to do this, Oakley. He’s mad about us being together. We’ll get this straightened out. Come to the police station with your identification,” I call out while the two policemen take me by the elbows and drag me with them.

  “Okay, okay…” Oakley cries. “I’ll be right there, I’m coming, Kane.” She wipes her face.

  Fuck my life.

  24

  Oakley

  “Clay, pick up the phone! I swear, I’ll murder you if you had anything to do with this.” I leave another message on my brother’s cell phone. He’s more pissed at me than I thought to not be answering my calls. I’m pacing the bedroom floor. I’m lost. I have no idea what I need to do to get Kane out of jail. I’ve never dealt with this before in my life.

  I dial Lizzie, straight to voicemail, dammit! “Hey, Lizzie, where are you guys? Don’t tell me you’re in on this thing, it’s not right what y’all did!” Shit!

  Maybe I’ll have luck with Bailey, “Bailey, what’s going on? Why aren’t any of you answering your phones?” Urgh! What the hell? Should I call Cash? Is he just going to ignore me, too? Why am I even bothering with them?

  Think Oakley, think. What about Margie? Will she freak out? It’s worth a try, I pick up my cell again, “Margie? Hey, it’s Oakley.”

  “Hey, hun, how are you? Everything okay?” she asks.

  “No, not really, Margie. Do you know where Clay and Lizzie are?”

  “Oh, they’re taking the horses out through the woods this afternoon. Can I help you with something?”

  “Uh, Kane’s been arrested.”

  “Arrested?” Margie’s voice goes up three octaves.

  “Yeah, do you think Clay had anything to do with this? Do you know how to get someone out of jail?” I ask, putting on my jeans.

  “My heavens, what happened? Why would Clay have anything to do with it?” she asks.

  “Because he’s pis—mad about us dating, and Kane got arrested for statutory rape. I’m eighteen, I’m legal. Clay needs to back off.” I can feel the tears running down my face.

  Margie’s voice softens. “Oh, honey, I don’t think Clay would have anything to do with this. Like you said, you’re eighteen. Wouldn’t the police need some kind of proof?”

  “Okay, whatever, but how do I get h
im out of jail?” I ask her, pounding my hand on the desk, I don’t want him to spend one extra minute locked up.

  “Calm down, you getting all flustered isn’t going to help anything. Well, everything I watch on TV makes me think he’ll go in and they will take his fingerprints. Then they are in a holding cell until they go in front of a judge the next day.”

  “Margie, that doesn’t tell me how to get him out of jail.”

  “That’s what I was getting to. They go before the judge for a bail hearing.”

  “So, how do I get bail for him?”

  “Well, that’ll depend on if the judge grants him bail. A bail hearing is when a judge decides if a defendant can be released from custody. Bail is the amount of money or property that a defendant must pay to secure their release from jail before trial.”

  “So, I just need to come up with money?” Maybe I need to call GG, I wish I had Ruby’s phone number. I’m sure she would know exactly what to do.

  “Or he could use his personal residence, if he owns his home. The judge may decide that he doesn’t have to pay bail at all. It's still called a bail hearing even if no money is required for release. They could release him on his own recognizance. In any event, a hearing is held to determine if release is appropriate.”

  I’ve never been so freaking glad that someone watches as much TV as much as Margie has. She’s watched one too many C.S.I.’s. “So what do I need to do now, like right now? They just left with him. He said for me to call Clay.” I know I’m whining now.

  “I’ll go out to y’all’s place and see if I can find him and Lizzie then I’ll call you back, hun.” Margie hangs up and I still don’t know what to do.

  I grab my purse and head out the door. I’m going down to the jail and see if I can find answers there. Someone has to know what I need to do to help him.

  I walk into the jailhouse and I’m a nervous wreck. The place is nothing like I thought it would be. Inside, there’s a tiny room with a window. It has one of those small round holes cut out of the center to talk through. I see a policewoman sitting behind the glass and she’s typing away at a keyboard.