Love Me ~ Through the Storm
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“You think you’re funny now?” He leans over, cupping the back of my head then gently pulls me to him.
“I know I’m funny.”
“And confident.”
I straddle his well-defined body, scraping my fingernails down his chest.
“Umm-huh.” I say as I scoot backward onto his thighs then bend down and give his cock a lick. I peer up at him and wink.
“And naughty.”
“Yes, very naughty.” I take him in my mouth, and I feel his cock twitch.
“Oh, and tingly! Me like, like a lot!”
I pull away and blow softly on the tip. “You do?”
“Umm- yeah.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “Very much so!”
I love watching his face while I’m giving him head. He’s so expressive; he even bites his lips. I lick around the top edge and flick my tongue like he does when he goes down on me.
“Oh yeah, umm,” Kane moans.
I continue my pursuit of the ultra-mint blowjob, and it doesn’t take long. I don’t know why some girls have a problem going down on their man, it’s pretty dang easy and gets me favors in return.
“Holy shit, Oakley. What did you have on your lips? Head enhancer?” he pants. “You’re going to get a good turn now. I didn’t think we would have time for all of this but oh, I’m going to take my time with you.”
Yes! Thank you, peppermint lip balm. “That’s my little secret, you just don’t worry about my tactics.”
“You wanna play around with secret sexual maneuvers and spice things up a little? Why didn’t you just say so? Close your eyes.”
I shut my eyes and then peek.
“I said shut your eyes.”
I close them as instructed. I hear him open a drawer. I slit one eye open just enough to see that he has a sleep mask.
“See, I knew that you wouldn’t be following directions.” He places the mask over my eyes.
I can hear him rummaging through the drawer again. Not being able to see is driving me crazy.
I feel a faint touch on my clit, nearly a tickle. The anticipation alone has heightened my sensitivity and that trace down the center of my girly parts nearly sends me bucking wild.
“Oh, did that hit a nerve?” Kane asks.
I swear I can hear a smirk in his voice. I feel it back on me, teasing me, what is that?
Stroke. Ah!
“Ah!” Whatever it is, it’s hitting every freaking nerve because I’m nearly jumping at every pass.
Is it a thread?
Oh my God, it tickles.
A feather? Sigh. “Oh my God! Kane!”
Now, Kane lightly strokes me back and forth with it. It’s a feather; it has to be.
My body heats up, and a frenzied need courses through each cell. He’s barely touching me and I’m on the edge of losing control of my body.
“Ohh,” I pant.
I can only manage short quick breaths.
This is delicious torture. Then he removes the feather and replaces it with his tongue. The pressure that has built up inside me is too much.
“Kane!”
“Babe, let go. You’re so tense.”
“Oh, oh, please!”
“Please what? What do you need, baby?” He snickers.
How can he laugh at a time like this?
“Get inside me, now!” I scream. “I need you.” I rip off the sleep mask.
He moves on top of me and slams into me. Kane’s banging into me harder than ever before and I’m meeting him thrust for thrust. I’m feeling that pressure, again, build, build, build.
Kane slides his hand down my thigh, lifting one of my legs up to his chest.
Then it happens. My insides clench up, wrapping around him. A sweet wave of satisfaction washes over me. That glorious euphoric release.
Kane pumps even faster, and I can feel him twitching inside me, finally he groans. I swear, I feel a warm sensation inside me.
Kane only pumps few more times and falls beside me, our legs in a languid tangle.
I don’t think I can even move, my body is in such a tranquil state.
“Is it hot in here?” I look over to see Kane’s chest covered in tiny droplets of sweat.
He laughs. “Did I warm you up?” He reaches over into the drawer then holds up pink furry handcuffs. “Next time, we’ll use these.”
“Why not now?” I lean up and give him little pecks all over his face.
“I wish, but I’ve got to work on a few things this morning.” He stares at the ceiling and his face falls a little.
“Okay, but tonight we’re doing that again.” I snuggle my face in the crook of his neck.
“You can count on that. Thanks for making my day start out great.” He gives me a peck on my forehead before he heads for the bathroom.
Laying here for a few more minutes in my blissful state, it dawns on me that we didn’t use a condom. Good thing I’m on birth control.
I hear the shower turn on and decide I need my back washed. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, I feel something running down my leg. What the hell? Stopping to take a look, I spread my legs apart. Just like I thought, a creamy liquid is running down my inner thigh. This is the first time we’ve had sex without a condom. It sure is messier, but oh my, him making love to me without a condom feels so flipping amazing.
After Kane leaves to go talk to a private investigator that CJ found for him, I get ready to leave myself. I’m making a journey this morning; I’m going to do my best to right a wrong.
At the rehab center, Deb’s door is open when I walk up, but I knock anyway. “Good morning.” I wait for her invite to enter her room.
“Oakley, hi, sweetie. Come in, where’s Luther Kane?”
“He’s not with me. I thought I would come to see you by myself.” I feel slightly awkward. I don’t know where to begin or if I should sit.
“Oh, okay.” Deb scans my face as if she is looking for something.
“Kane is very opposed to the two of you having any kind of relationship.” Well, that just spewed from my mouth like garbage.
“Are you here to let me know he’s not coming back to visit?” Deb shifts in her seat. “You seem like a nice girl, why are you with someone without a heart? He doesn’t even call me mom.”
“First off, don’t ever talk about Kane like that, he’s a good man.” I smile weakly at her. “I lost my mom about a year ago, and it hurts my heart for Kane to not have his mom in his life. Kane’s so much more than what people see on the surface. I honestly think deep down, he thinks he can’t trust you to not leave him. I don’t think I blame him either. You don’t have a very good track record.” I rub the palm of my hand down my jeans while walking over and sitting by her on the bed.
Deb’s eyes go teary. “Sometimes, you feel like you don’t have a choice in the matter.”
“Deb, he’s your son. You have to be willing to fight for what you want. I want to help you, I want to help both of you find a middle ground.” I look down and whisper, “I’d give anything to have my mom back.”
She looks at me doubtfully, “Well, sweetie, it’s definitely not because I don’t want to be in his life. I’ve made my mistakes in life, and those mistakes have consequences so I don’t want to push him too hard and rock the boat.”
“Maybe it’s time for you to step up for your son, maybe you need to rock the boat so he knows he’s loved. Kane has gone through most of his life thinking horribly of himself. He thinks no one loves him, but Ruby. That no one can love him.” I put my hand on her shoulder. We stare out the window for a few minutes.
“What should I do?” she asks.
Dr. Fowler walks up behind us. “Sorry for eavesdropping, but maybe I can help. I do have a degree saying I can help with this sort of thing, you know.”
We turn to look at her and she gives us a kind smile. “I happen to be damn good at it, too.”
For the next hour, the three of us come up with a solution to not only help Kane, but me, too.
“That all
sounds like a good plan. If it all works out Dr. Kris, we’ll name our first kid after you!” I laugh. “I’ve got to run, I need to get notes on my classes I missed today.”
“Bye, Oakley, I’ll keep my fingers crossed that it’s going to work.” Dr. Fowler holds up her right hand with fingers crossed.
29
Kane
Craig Wolz is one badass motherfucker and is built like a Sherman Tank. He’s not your run of the mill private investigator, no, he doesn’t have an office or business cards. If he doesn’t want to be found, you won’t ever see him. I’m lucky as fuck, that CJ’s aunt Connie is married to the dude.
At first, I was leery to trust CJ with something so important, but after meeting with Mr. Wolz last night, I quickly changed my mind. He may be only five foot ten or so but he’s solid muscle from his day of being Special Forces in the Army. I wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of one of his fists.
When Mr. Wolz said he’d take my case, I offered to meet him anywhere, I’d come to him, no matter the distance. So here I sit at the Waffle House out by Interstate 65. Screwing around with Oakley this morning made me run short on time so I skipped eating breakfast to make it here on time.
I watch him pull up in a new souped-up Dodge Charger. I like his style. He strides through the door like he owns the place; he commands attention. Taking off his sunglasses, he glances around, spotting me quickly.
I motion him over then stand and put out my hand, “I’m glad you’re taking my case, Mr. Wolz.”
He gives my hand a firm shake. “Call me Craig, please. Mr. Wolz is my father and makes me sound like an old man.” Craig takes the seat across from me. “CJ told me of your troubles, I think I’ll be able to help.”
I hand over Gretchen’s employee file, “This is the information we have on Gretchen Fortenberry. It appears that CJ has everything in order and was quite thorough. So, even if she was under eighteen, how would I have known?”
“Stupidity isn’t a defense. In Tennessee, even a reasonable mistake of age is not a defense to statutory rape.” He signals for the waitress.
“What if it was consensual? I have a tape that shows her coming on to me, hot and heavy.”
The lady refills my cup of coffee and sets a cup in front of Craig.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s illegal for an adult, someone over the age of eighteen, to have sex with someone younger than eighteen, even if the sex is consensual,” he says matter-of-factly.
“So, basically I’m screwed? If she really was seventeen at the time, I’m going to jail and I haven’t got a libel defense.” I cradle my cup in my hands.
“Look, Kane, I’m not here for your legal defense, I’m not a lawyer.” He opens up the file folder.
I let out a long sigh, “Sorry, man, so how can you help me?”
“First, I’m going to the District Attorney to see what evidence they have on you. Who’s your attorney on record?” He glances over the file asking, “What day was it that the two of you had intercourse?”
“Marshall White is my attorney. Uh, hell if I know when I slept with her. Do you remember every date that you fucked someone? Why the fuck do you want to know that?” I say, clenching my fist. Looking down to compose myself, I notice my knuckles have turned white.
“Because your innocence could depend on it. I verified she turned eighteen earlier this year.” He pulls out the copy of her driver’s license and slides it across the table to me. “So why don’t you see if you can jog your memory somehow.”
“All my videos are time stamped! I’ll get the footage from the studio and check the date.” I motion for my check.
“I’ll get together with White, and we’ll give you a call after we talk with the DA. Until then, stay out of trouble,” Craig tells me.
All I want to do right now is rush to the studio and get that stupid tape. I intended to destroy it a few weeks back but now it could be my saving grace. Finally, me being so meticulously organized is paying off because I don’t have to think about where to look, I can put my hand right on it. This may turn out to be a really good day.
CJ is already at the studio when I arrive, “Hey, man, I thought you had a meeting with Craig this morning?”
“Yeah, over and done. I’m here to get exhibit one. To prove she was eighteen when I fucked her.” I say, walking into my office.
“See, I told you he was good,” he says, following me.
“I’m the one who remembered this,” I pull the video out of the locked filing cabinet then sit at my desk and pop the video in my computer.
“There it is, date stamped for May 17th,” I say.
“From memorizing her file over the past twenty-four hours, I know that she was born in March,” CJ says and gives me a high five.
I pop in a blank CD and copy the file. “I’m keeping a copy of this—the worst mistake of my life—as a backup until this shit is finished. Then I’m torching every motherfucking one of them.” I’m almost giddy as a teenager going out on his first date and as relieved as the quarterback at his girlfriend’s negative pregnancy test.
“We’ll have a party. I’ll bring the keg,” CJ says.
“Man, that’s one party that will be all on me! I’ll gladly invite the whole freaking town.”
“The video was on for the whole shebang so it shows her coming on to you. Awesome!” CJ says, watching over my shoulder.
“What are you two watching?” Oakley asks.
Oh, Shit! I minimize the screen, “Baby, I didn’t know you were coming by. How did you even know where this place was located?”
“Oh, I have my ways,” she laughs, “CJ, right?” she asks, walking behind my desk to stand next to me.
“Yeah, Baby—Little Sister?” CJ asks, drawing his eyebrows together. “Kane, you didn’t say that you guys were dating yesterday when I was at the police station.”
“You didn’t tell your best friend we were dating?” Oakley slaps my arm.
“CJ, I’m dating Oakley.” I shrug. "There, now he knows.”
“I thought you two were like family. Does it feel like incest?” CJ asks, trying to be funny.
“Gross!” Oakley crinkles her nose.
“You can leave now, CJ.” I point at the door.
“What? Is it too soon to joke about stuff?” He holds up his hands and shrugs.
“Incest isn’t anything to joke about, it’s a seriously disgusting crime, you pervert. Don’t ever joke about something like that around me again. I know someone who’ll cut off your balls.” Oakley crosses her arms and snarls her lips.
“Leave, CJ,” I say, cutting my gaze over to him.
“I’m going, geez.”
“And shut the door on your way out,” I tell him. I pull Oakley down in my lap and kiss her lips.
“What were you watching? Was it one of your pornos? I want to watch it with you. I’ve never watched one.”
“Well, you’re not watching this one, but you can watch any of my others.” I set her up on my desk.
“Why not this one?” she asks while she unbuttons my shirt.
“Because this one is my get out of jail free card. Promise me, no matter what happens you won’t watch this. I don’t want you to watch me with someone else because that can’t be good for a relationship.” I lean to kiss her neck.
“Why were you watching it?” She reaches for my belt.
“I was only looking for the date of the video, that’s all, baby. What brings you by?”
Oakley pulls my belt from the loops.
“I think I like what’s going on here,” I say.
“You do?” She unbuttons my jeans. “I have a small favor to ask of you.”
“I’ll be glad to do you any favors you want.” My zipper goes down.
“So sweet of you to offer. I have an appointment this afternoon with Dr. Fowler and I want you to go with me.” Oakley pulls down my jeans after I stand.
By all means, she needs easy access.
“I told you that I’d take you to
every appointment, baby, but why did you pick Dr. Fowler?” I toe off my shoes and step out of my jeans.
Oakley puts her fingers in the waistband of my underwear. “But I need for you to go in with me, please.”
My boxers fall to the floor, “I don’t think you need me to go in with you.”
“Please.” She takes my chubby in her hands and starts stroking.
“Oakley…”
She releases me and removes her shirt. “Kane…” She unhooks her bra.
I slip it off her shoulders.
“You promised you’d be with me every step of the way.”
Her hands are back on my fully erect cock.
“I’ll go with you, whatever you want.”
“I knew you wouldn’t let me down.” She puts her arms around my neck.
“Never.” I tell her and I mean every word.
30
Oakley
Our first session with Dr. Fowler is today. I’ll admit that I’m a little nervous because Kane still doesn’t realize that this appointment is for him, too. In the back of my mind, I fear a tad that this will piss him off so much that he might leave me. But, I’m willing to take the chance because this could be a turning point in his life.
“Oakley and Kane,” the receptionist calls. “Dr. Fowler is ready for both of you.”
“For both of us? What the hell is she talking about?”
“She knows you’re coming with me.” I reach out my hand for his and give him a reassuring smile.
“This doesn’t feel right, baby. What’s going on? Just tell me.” Kane says, taking both of my hands and staring at me intensely.
“Will you just trust me? That’s all I ask, well, that and give this a chance.” My eyebrows draw together. “Kane, I love you with my whole heart. You’re such a good man with a big heart. I want you to have the support you deserve.”
“Oakley, is my mother going to be on the other side of that door?” Kane asks, narrowing his eyes.
“Uh, maybe.”
“Jesus, Oakley! Why? Why do you want me to do this? Why is it so important?”
“Kane, I would give anything to have my parents back. No matter what their problems would be, but I can’t. They’ll never see us get married. They’ll never be here when we have children. Wouldn’t it be nice for them to have a grandparent in their life?” I plead with him.