by Stacey Pond
Kenzie pulled on a pair of dark blue shorts, a white tank top and flip flops before she pulled her hair up into a bun. When she was dressed, she pulled out her bag and began to pack her things. After she’d lugged out the first bag, Brick came in and helped her take out the rest. She sat on the couch, legs curled underneath her as she waited until it was time to leave. She was already sick of moving.
“We’re ready,” Gianni said as he walked into the living room.
Kenzie nodded.
The drive to the house was long. They were moving farther away from everything that she knew. The city shrinking in the distance as music pumped through her headphones. When they pulled up in front of the place, Kenzie frowned. She had expected something elegant, posh, but the place in front of her was far from it.
The house was a small, one story, brick house. The shutters were white, there were flower boxes in the windows. The street they were on was pretty empty too. Houses flanked both sides, but they were some distance away. Gianni led her inside.
If she’d hated the outside of the house, the inside was far worse. Everything was done in traditional wooden floors, outdated appliances and wallpaper that she wanted to rip down and set on fire. Her mouth hung open as she looked into each room. The living room held an out dated sofa and TV. The kitchen was tiny, the table inside it only big enough to maybe seat three at most. Her bedroom was small, an old white metal bedframe that supported a full size bed. The blankets that covered it were a pale, pastel rose design. The bathroom felt like a closet. She peeked into the second bedroom, it was almost worse with its tiny bed and sad TV. Kenzie walked out to the living room where Gianni was overseeing the moving.
“I changed my mind, I want the city.”
“The city isn’t safe.”
“I don’t care! I feel like I’m in suburban hell here. I want to go.”
Gianni ignored her as he finished putting all of the boxes where they belonged. Kenzie scoffed. She’d had more than enough of being ignored and treated like a child. She slipped out the back door. The backyard was much the same as the front, cute little garden, porch swing for two. She wondered if the last owners had been an old couple who’d died. That’s what it felt like at least. She pushed that morbid thought aside as she walked through the white gate. The day was still warm. She figured she’d get some bars on her phone, call Cassie, tell her about the piece of crap she was being forced to live in.
The thought of Cassie going off brought a smile to her face. She always believed Kenzie deserved the best. Cassie was a good friend. Thinking about Cassie made her miss Ben. Which made her think about the upcoming show. They were only a few months away from it, she still hadn’t finished her music and now it was going to take an hour every morning to drive into the city. It was frustrating.
Kenzie held up her phone as she walked, desperately praying for some kind of signal. The little red line through the bars made her want to throw the phone. The more she wandered, the more she seemed to get lost too. She’d thought the house was tucked safely behind her, but then again she’d been moving pretty fast to avoid being seen by the guards. She wandered into the line of trees, the sound of water comforting her. Not too far inside, she found a little stream flowing quickly. She sat down at the edge of it and hugged her knees as she tried to relax.
It was hard to relax when she constantly had to think about someone ending her life. When every corner felt unsafe. The only reason she felt safe in that moment was the combination of the new place and the medically prescribed drugs. She heard something crunch. Her head shot up from where it’d been buried in her arms.
Her eyes scanned the trees, but nothing moved. Slowly, she stood up looking around herself. A skittering sound made her lose her balance. She fell on the ground hard, her knee scraping against rocks. She brushed the dirt from the wound, but it clung to her hands and her face where she’d brushed her cheek. Kenzie climbed back up to the road. She wasn’t totally sure where she was going or how long she’d been gone. She checked her phone. The screen was cracked, the numbers jagged. Sighing, she started walking, her knee protesting with every step.
As she walked back, she began to wonder again how the man had found out where she lived. With a deep, twisting fear she thought perhaps he was following either Cassie or Ben around. It would be the easiest way to get to her since they always hung around together. Kenzie thought she’d better call them both to warn them, just in case.
Just as Kenzie began to scold herself for not bringing any water with her, the small white house appeared down the road. She never thought she’d be happy to see it, but she almost began to run when she did. The moving truck was gone, so was the car. The fear that everyone had left and she’d be locked outside came up fast. Her hand gripped the doorknob. The door creaked loudly, so did the floor as she stepped on the sagging floorboards.
“Hello?”
The house was silent. She shrugged before she headed to the tiny kitchen painted in a sea of ugly greens. At least the house had been open. She filled a glass with water, drinking so deeply that she didn’t care if some spilled on her shirt, making it stick to her skin. She drank until her stomach hurt, but she didn’t feel quite like passing out anymore.
“Now to deal with this knee,” she mumbled to herself as she went off in search of a first aid kit.
There were boxes everywhere, cluttering the halls. She pushed them aside, scooting them out of her way as she tried to slide through. She hummed quietly to herself as she opened the medicine cabinet to find a bottle of liquor and band-aids. She poured some of the alcohol onto her knee as she sat on the edge of the tub. She jumped when she heard a loud voice.
“Did you check everywhere?”
“Yes, we couldn’t find her. I’m sure she just went for a walk…”
“Go find her, now!”
Kenzie recognized Gianni’s voice, but barely. It was more angry than she’d ever heard before. She cleared her throat.
“I’m in the bathroom.”
Three men, including Gianni rushed towards her direction. She could hear boxes being knocked over as they came closer. All three stood in the doorway, staring at her. She gave a little wave.
“Hi.”
Brick groaned as he walked away with one of the other guards, leaving just her and Gianni. He stepped inside of the bathroom, shut the door. That made Kenzie nervous. She watched as he sat on the closed lid of the toilet, buried his face in his hands and laughed.
Oh God, he’s cracked. I cracked him.
“Gianni…” she asked softly placing a hand on his knee.
He continued to laugh.
Chapter 5
“Are you insane?” Gianni asked.
“I just went for a walk.”
“There’s someone trying to kill you. Do you comprehend that?”
Kenzie rolled her eyes. “No, I wasn’t aware of that.”
They were both standing in her room, the door closed against the outside world. The other two guards had already left in search of a break that Kenzie bet suggested of booze. When they were gone, Gianni helped her clean her knee before he dragged her out of the hot bathroom. Immediately he’d started laying into her.
“Why do you keep doing this? It’s like you want to die.”
Kenzie glared at him. “I just don’t want to be a prisoner.”
“Oh, you’re right. Losing your freedom for a few months is way worse than being dead.”
Kenzie turned on her heels to leave, but Gianni wasn’t letting her go that easily. He grabbed her arm, pulling her back into the room. She tripped over one of the boxes making her land on the bed. She had expected some kind of remorse from Gianni, but he instead pinned her to the mattress.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Well, since you won’t stay put on your own, I’ll just keep you here. We can sleep like this all night.”
“Seriously?” She asked with a raised eyebrows.
; “Oh yeah.”
Kenzie tried to wiggle out from under him, but his hands were strong on her wrists. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to throw him off. He laughed.
“I don’t think that’s going to work.”
“Why?”
Gianni leaned in close. His breath tickled her ear. “I’m stronger than you.”
As his words slipped over her skin she shivered. He seemed to feel the change in her as her body went slack. His lips traced her neck, his teeth grazed her collarbone. A stifled moan left her lips. Slowly, Gianni raised himself up. He gazed at her so long that she dropped her eyes. One of his hands lifted, tilted her chin up. She looked back up at him.
“You’re very beautiful.”
“I have dirt on my face,” she whispered.
“It makes you even more beautiful.”
Kenzie couldn’t help herself from grinning. He lowered his head, lips brushing over hers until she was shivering with anticipation. Her lips parted. He kissed her. As his mouth moved against hers, she melted. He let her wrists go. As he did, she moved her hands to his cheeks. She could feel the length of his cock stiffening against her.
The woman let out a deep moan. Gianni matched her, his moan deep and rough. The more they kissed, the more the passion seemed to build until it spilled over. Kenzie gasped as he reached down, wrapped his fingers around the hem of his shirt before he began pulling it off. She echoed his actions, ripping his shirt from his head. Rippling muscles rolled as the shirt came over his head and she threw it to the side. Kenzie drew her fingernails down his chest. She heard him sharply inhale at the scratching of her nails. It turned him on even more.
Gianni pushed her down, ripped at the shorts she wore. She heard the sound of fabric ripping, felt the material strain against her skin as he tore them from her shaking legs. Her fingers fumbled with his belt, before she slipped it from the loop of his jeans. Her eager fingers pushed his pants off, her hands traveling up to his inner thighs. He let out a moan, but pushed her away.
“Not yet.”
Kenzie pouted. She was eager to get to the point, but as usual Gianni wasn’t going to give in to her so easily. His hands ran over her bra, it snapped open revealing pert breasts with hardened nipples. His mouth encircled one of her nipples, sucking it in as his fingers rolled and pinched her left nipple. Kenzie’s head tilted back, her eyes closed tight as she moaned. Her fingers ran up to the back of his head, running through the wavy hair as she pressed him in tighter to her breasts. She could feel her pussy growing wetter by the minute.
“Fuck me,” she moaned.
His mouth moved for a brief moment only to say, “Not yet,” before he returned to his work.
Kenzie was in the throes of excitement and frustration. She wasn’t used to being told to wait. That, coupled with Gianni’s mouth, sent her into overdrive. She had her hand slipping between her thighs, running over the wet fabric of her panties. Gianni slapped her hand.
“Wait.”
He laid her back on the bed, his teeth grazing over her nipple making her back arch. His fingers dug into her hips, the pressure making her squirm. He moved up, capturing her mouth again. It made her anxiety melt away, the warmth of his tongue slipping into her mouth. Their tongues twirled around each other, until he was gone once more. His tongue slipped over her skin, ran over her nipples, ran down her belly before it ran over her panties. She gasped.
“Don’t tease,” she begged.
Gianni grinned. “Say please.”
Kenzie groaned. Was he really going to torture her this way? He slid her panties down her thighs, pushing them off before he returned to her dripping wet pussy. His warm breath drifted over wetness. She began to grind her hips towards his mouth, wanting it, needing to feel his tongue caress her.
“I said, say please,” he repeated before his tongue hovered over her wetness, waiting.
Kenzie clenched her teeth. He was asking her to go against her pride. That was a hard thing to do. What if it wasn’t worth it? As if he’d read her mind, his tongue made one languid lick over her clit. Her open mouthed gasped convinced her it was worth it.
“P-please, please don’t tease me.”
“Manners go such a long way,” he said with a grin.
Kenzie almost let a snarky comment form on her lips, but it was quickly forgotten. Gianni slipped his tongue over her pussy, lapping at the wetness. His tongue circled her clit sending her into a frenzy as her hands rested on this back of his head. He circled once more, making her groan, making her forget her pride before he finally gave in. His tongue ran over her clit, the tip of his tongue pressing against it over and over until she was clenching her thighs together tightly around his head. Gianni pressed down on her thighs, opened her up as his tongue delved into and explored her pussy. He held her trembling thighs open as her back arched, her stomach clenched. A deep orgasm rolled over her, a low moan tore from her throat as she rode the wave. Gianni sat up and wiped his mouth with his hand as she panted.
“Done already?” He asked.
“Fuck you, I’m just trying to catch my breath.”
Gianni laughed as he stood up. She watched as his hands slipped into the hem of his boxers, and slid them down his muscular thighs. She stared at his dripping cock, the sight of it making her pussy twitch. He leaned forward and crawled up the bed over her.
“What are you doing?”
“My turn,” he said as his teeth grazed the shell of her ear.
“What if I don’t want to?” She teased.
“Then I’ll leave you alone.”
Gianni began to back up slowly, but her hand on his arm stopped him. He grinned. His fingers brushed over her arm before he flipped her over onto her stomach. Kenzie gasped as his arm circled her waist, pulling her up onto her knees. She found herself wanting him even more. The head of his cock brushed against her slick opening.
“Now, say sorry for making me worry.”
Kenzie groaned. “Seriously?”
Gianni thrust into her. Kenzie cried out, her fingers clutching the blanket tightly. She waited for more, the anticipation taking her over. He kept still though, his cock twitching within her. She realized that he was never going to continue until she’d done what he asked. The self control he exhibited was impressive. His fingers pulled the scrunchie out of her hair, spilling it over her shoulders. Fingers threaded through it before he pulled her head back.
“I’m waiting,” he said.
“I’m sorry for making you worry,” she said quietly. “It won’t happen again.”
He leaned forward, his lips pressed close to his ear. “I’ll remember you said that.”
Kenzie cried out as he thrust into her. Her hair was released in favor of her hips. His fingers dug into the flesh as he pounded inside of her with such force that she felt her knees slipping from under her. The pain of the scrape on her knee was forgotten as she moaned deeply. Gianni brought her to the edge, pushed her over again and again until she was spent. Just when she couldn’t take anymore, he cried out. She felt the warmth of his cum enter her body, making her shiver with pleasure. He slipped out slowly, the wetness escaping as it slid down her legs.
She collapsed onto the bed, her breathing hitched as she tried to regain herself. The sound of his footsteps receding made her look in his direction. He was disappearing through the door. She felt her stomach drop, sadness taking over her as he left. The fear that he was gone was quickly dashed as he walked back through the door with a towel in his hand. Gently, he ran the towel between her thighs cleaning up their juices before he carried it back out to a laundry basket in the hallway. Gianni climbed into bed next to her.
There was no need for words. The man wrapped her up in his arms, pulled her close. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers. Her fingers threaded through his. She felt the light kiss placed on the back of her neck making her sigh, happily. They fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other. Kenzie never wanted it t
o end.
*****
They woke up to the sound of footsteps in the house. Kenzie wiped her eyes while Gianni jumped up and into his clothes. She watched him with curious eyes before he disappeared from the room. The sound of hushed voices near her door let her know that it was Brick who had returned. She wondered vaguely if he didn’t want anyone to know what had happened between them.
Kenzie slipped out of bed before wiggling her way back into her clothes. First there was a shower in order, then she had to try and finish her music. Her feet padded across the floor as she left the room. Brick and Gianni were talking near the door, but stopped when she came into view. She paused for a moment before shrugging and heading into the bathroom. If Gianni wanted to pretend that nothing had happened between them, she was more than happy to play along. It wasn’t that important anyway.
The warm spray of the shower relaxed Kenzie somewhat, but she still found herself tense after she’d stepped out. She decided to go to town, get a little fresh air. When she walked into the kitchen, Brick sat with a magazine in his hands at the table.
“Looking for Gianni?”
“No, why would I be? I need to go to the city.”
Brick gave her an appraising look. She raised an eyebrow before rolling her eyes. Finally, he seemed to let go of whatever he wanted to ask. His chair scraped against the floor as he pushed his chair out. Since they were so far out now, the bodyguards had to do the driving. Kenzie wished she could drive herself again. She missed slipping behind the wheel, enjoying the breeze as she tore down the highway at top speed.
She looked through the window as they drove trying to keep the smile from her face. In her mind, she tried to tell herself that it was just sex, nothing more. Still, she couldn’t seem to stop the fluttering in her stomach. Kenzie pushed the thought away, tried to shut it off. It was just one time. She wasn’t some high school girl in love. It was nothing more than a physical attraction. It was a damn good one, but that was all.
The heavy rush hour traffic made it laborious to get back to the city. They pushed their way through until they made it to the studio. Kenzie gazed down at her phone. It was only six, still early. The bars had reappeared on her phone sometime during their drive, but she hadn’t noticed. She pocketed the phone in her jeans before sliding out of the car with her notebook in hand. The rush of the cool air inside the building made her shiver as she took the elevator up. She had gotten so used to Gianni standing beside her when she came and went to the studio that it was odd to have Brick there now. Gianni was a chatterbox compared to Brick who generally answered questions in a series of grunts and nods.