by Lynn LaFleur
“You okay?” he asked.
Kelcey nodded.
“I have an idea.”
If it had to do with her telling him about her past, she didn’t like that idea at all. “What?”
“I think we should get drunk.”
His suggestion didn’t sink into her brain at first. When it did, she burst out laughing.
Dax grinned. “Hell of an idea, don’t you think?”
“We can’t get drunk. We have to work tomorrow.”
He shrugged. “So we’ll get highly plastered instead. How’s that?”
“You’re insane.”
“What fun is life if you don’t act a little insane every once in a while?”
Dax’s philosophy sounded like Emma’s. If she was here right now, she wouldn’t hesitate to go along with his idea.
Maybe it’s time I let loose and do something a little insane too.
“Okay. Let’s get crazy.”
* * * * *
Kelcey held up her glass so Dax could pour more wine into it. She had no idea how much wine she’d drunk, but she knew he’d opened a second bottle a short time ago. Her brain felt deliciously fuzzy.
She sat in his office with him, looking at photographs on his computer. He’d shown her pictures he’d taken of the deer on his property, all the ones for the scrapbook his mom was making for Alaina, people around Lanville. He had wonderful shots of kids playing basketball, fishing, running in the schoolyard. The scenery pictures were beyond amazing.
A folder with the name “Trash and Erase” caught her attention. She pointed to it. “What’s in there?”
“Nothing.” Dax quickly closed several folders he had open, taking him back to the main pictures folder.
“Wait a minute. What are you hiding?”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
The wicked gleam in his eyes proved otherwise. Heat whooshed through her body when she realized exactly what he had in that folder. “You have pictures of naked women.”
Dax leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his chest. “Do I?”
The wine swimming through her system gave her courage. Kelcey laid her hand on the mouse, determined to find that folder and open it.
“Oh no.” Dax quickly took the mouse away from her and laid it on the other side of the keyboard.
“Hey! I want to see.”
“You like looking at pictures of naked women?”
“Ah ha! So you admit that’s what’s in that folder.”
His lips twitched as if he was trying to keep from laughing. “I’ll admit I’m a man who appreciates the female body.”
Kelcey didn’t understand why the image of Dax looking at nude pictures of women seemed so hot. “What’s with that ‘trash and erase’ name?”
“I have a deal with my brothers. If something happens to me, they have to delete that folder and securely empty the trash so there’s no trace of it before anyone starts checking out my computer.”
“You mean like your parents?”
Dax chuckled. “No. They wouldn’t have a problem with those pictures. My parents are cool. My mom would probably critique the pictures. ‘You can tell that one was airbrushed’,” he said in a higher voice, mimicking his mother. “’Those breasts can’t be real. Her butt is way too big. What man would want legs that skinny?’”
By the time he finished, Kelcey was laughing so hard, her sides hurt. She could hardly wait to meet Beverly and the triplets’ father, Kenneth. How lucky the Colemans were to have such supportive and understanding parents.
Refusing to go down the self-pity road tonight, Kelcey held out her glass for more wine. Dax splashed some into both their glasses. “Do Griff and Rye have those folders too?”
“Griff erased his when he and Jana got married. I don’t know if Rye still has his. He may have erased it when Alaina moved in with him.”
“I can tell you Emma still has her folder of naked men pictures on her laptop.”
Dax leaned back in his chair again, swirled the wine in his glass. “And you know this…how?”
“I saw it last week. The folder, not what’s in it.”
“Have you ever looked at what’s in it?”
“Maybe once. Or twice.”
Dax grinned. “I’m learning a new side of you.”
She lifted her glass. “It’s the wine talking.”
Setting his glass on the desk, he leaned forward in his chair until their faces were only a few inches apart. “Or maybe the real Kelcey is trying to come out…the Kelcey who wants to be a little bolder, a little more daring.”
The heat in his eyes warmed every part of her. Her gaze passed from his eyes to his lips and back. She wanted to touch his beard, grab handfuls of that glorious hair. She wanted to press her lips to his and kiss him with all the passion she’d kept bottled up inside her for so long.
Except she didn’t know how.
Kelcey set her glass on the desk and stood. “The wine has made me sleepy. I think I’ll go to bed.”
He looked up at her face several seconds before he also stood. “Would you like a T-shirt to sleep in?”
“Please.”
She followed Dax to his bedroom. He pulled a dark green T-shirt from a dresser drawer. “This okay?”
The shirt looked faded and soft and comfortable…perfect to sleep in. “Yes. Thank you.”
Moments passed while she looked into Dax’s eyes. She sensed he wanted to say more, but he remained silent.
“Thank you for everything, Dax. Good night.”
“See you in the morning.”
Kelcey strolled down the hallway to the guest room. She laughed when she stepped through the doorway. Walker lay on the end of the bed.
His tail wagged while she walked up to him. “You don’t want me to sleep alone, huh?” She rubbed the thick fur on his neck, kissed the top of his head. He licked her hand and released a soft whine. “Yeah, I agree with you. I’m tired of sleeping alone. I wish I had the nerve to walk back to your master’s bedroom and just…attack him.”
It was a nice fantasy, but one that couldn’t come true. After giving Walker one more scratch beneath his chin, Kelcey tugged off the sweatshirt and replaced it with the T-shirt. She removed her jeans, panties and socks, laid them on top of the dresser. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she turned off the lights and crawled between the soft sheets.
Emma’s words popped into her head, the words she’d spoken after Kelcey told her and Alaina about the rapes.
It sounds like the man on top of you is what triggers the memories. You’re no longer in control. What if you were on top and in control of sex?
She rolled to her back and stared at the ceiling. Dax was sexy and gorgeous and experienced. He’d be a great teacher. Kelcey didn’t want to make a fool of herself, but she didn’t want to be afraid any longer either.
Kelcey sat up in bed. Walker lifted his head and looked at her.
“I’m not going to sleep alone tonight, Walker, but I won’t be sleeping with you.”
Chapter Eight
Dax stuffed two pillows behind his back, stretched out his legs on the bed. It was after eleven and he knew he should be sleepy, yet his mind whirled too much for him to sleep. He’d had fun tonight with Kelcey. That surprised him. She wasn’t his type at all. Or she wasn’t the type of woman he usually dated. His dates wanted a good time—dinner, maybe a movie or pool at Boot Scootin’, and sex. They never spoke about the future, not even another date. Good times. Nothing more.
Funny how thinking about his usual date left a bad taste in his mouth.
Since sleep wouldn’t be possible yet, he decided to finish the book he’d started over the weekend. Dax took a sip of wine and turned on his e-reader. He’d read a couple of paragraphs when he heard the door close. He looked up to see Kelcey leaning against it.
She wore his T-shirt. The hem hit her at upper thigh, letting him see all of her pretty legs. He didn’t know if she wore anything beneath it, but he suspected
not.
He hoped not.
Pushing herself away from the door, she slowly walked toward him. Her hard nipples pressed against the soft cotton, proving that she didn’t wear a bra. When she reached his side, she took the e-reader from his limp fingers and laid it on the nightstand.
“You won’t need that for a while.”
He’d lost his ability to think, much less speak. He’d never expected this from Kelcey. Dreamed of it, yes. Wished for it, yes. Assumed it would happen, no.
Kelcey climbed on the bed and straddled his thighs, her pussy no more than three inches from his cock. “I need you to do something for me.”
Dax swallowed, willed his tongue to work again. “What?”
“Don’t touch me. Let me touch you.”
Since all the blood in his body had rushed to his dick, Dax couldn’t move anyway except to nod.
She touched his beard with her fingertips. Dax watched her eyes as she touched him. Her gaze followed her hands. She stroked his jawline, caressed his mustache. She ran her fingers beneath his chin to the smooth skin of his neck where he shaved.
“It’s so soft.” Her gaze traveled up to meet his. “I expected a beard to be coarse.”
“Whiskers are coarse. A beard is longer than just whiskers.”
“I don’t like stubble, but this is nice.” She continued to look into his eyes as her fingertips caressed his jawline again. “How long have you had a beard?”
“Ten years.”
She leaned closer, rubbed her cheek against his. Dax squeezed his hands into fists on the bed. He understood why she asked him not to touch her, yet he yearned to do exactly that. He wanted to feel her skin beneath his fingers, cradle her breasts in his palms, slide his hand between her thighs and find out if she wore panties or not. He wanted to tunnel his hands into her soft blonde hair and kiss her until neither of them could breathe.
She slid her lips over his jaw and to his mouth. He didn’t return the kiss, but let her explore his mouth at her leisure. Her lips pressed so tenderly against his. She moved her mouth one way, then the other, over and over again. She nipped gently at his lower lip with her teeth, flicked the tip of her tongue over the bite. Those soft, sweet kisses caressed his lips again.
After a few moments of torture on his part, she moved back enough so he could see into her eyes. “Why aren’t you kissing me?”
“You told me not to touch you.”
“I want you to kiss me. Please.”
This time when she pressed her lips to his, Dax responded. He kept the kisses soft and sweet, the way she seemed to want them. Tilting his head slightly to the side, he parted his lips and swiped his tongue over the inside of her bottom lip.
She moaned.
Keeping the kisses gentle became more difficult. Dax wanted to hold her, to ravish her mouth, her body. He twisted his hands into the bedspread beneath him to keep from reaching for her.
When the kisses ended this time, Dax didn’t know which of them breathed heavier. She rested her forehead against his. Each puff of air from her mouth flowed over his lips. It made him long for more of her taste.
“I’ve never…” She lifted her forehead from his. “I’ve never felt like this.”
Neither had he. He’d kissed dozens of women. Kisses had always been a prelude to sex. Kisses with Kelcey seemed to be filled with more feeling, more meaning.
Dax cleared his throat. “How do you feel?”
“I ache, low in my belly.”
That meant her pussy was probably open and creamy. He tightened his hold on the bedspread to keep from finding out for sure.
She shifted forward on his legs. Dax inhaled sharply when her mound bumped his tight balls. A man could be sexually frustrated but it wouldn’t kill him. At least, Dax had never thought so until now.
“Kelcey, may I touch you?”
She bit her bottom lip, obviously torn. He understood the desire flooding her body battled with her fear. He wanted to do whatever he could to help her.
“I won’t touch you if you aren’t ready.”
She rested her hands on his shoulders. “I’d like to kiss you again.”
“I have no problem with that.”
Dax gave her everything he could with the next kiss, from slow and tender to hot and passionate. She slid her hands into his hair, held the back of his head while she devoured his mouth. Her lips caressed, her tongue stroked. She tugged his lower lip between her teeth, licked the inside of his lip the way he had hers a few moments ago. She stopped kissing him long enough to take a breath before taking his mouth again.
For a woman who hadn’t kissed many men, she learned damned quick.
His cock felt as if it would explode any second. It had been a long time since he’d come in his pants. There was a very good chance of that happening, especially with Kelcey rocking her hips so her mound rubbed against his shaft and balls.
God, he wanted to touch her!
Kelcey leaned back and stared into his eyes. Dax waited, not knowing what she planned to do next. She surprised him by taking the hem of his T-shirt in her hands.
“Raise your arms.”
He did as she said. She tugged off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Dax closed his eyes when she placed those soft hands on his chest. She glided them back and forth over his skin, slid them down the center of his stomach. She stopped at the waistband of his pants.
He opened his eyes again to see her staring at the large bulge an inch from her palm. Indecision mixed with the heat in her eyes.
“I won’t hurt you, Kelcey. I swear that on my life.”
Her eyes softened with gratitude. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his again. He almost swallowed his tongue when he felt her hand slip inside his pants and wrap around his cock.
She laid her face against the side of his neck. “It’s so hot.”
He caught himself before he arched into her hand. He changed his mind. A man could die of sexual frustration. That would happen to him any moment now.
“Dax?” she whispered directly into his ear.
“Yeah,” he managed to choke out.
“I want you to touch me.”
His cock gave a happy twitch. Before he did anything, he had to know exactly what she wanted. “Where?”
“Wherever you want to.”
His first impulse was to cradle a breast and slide a hand between her thighs. He suspected that would frighten Kelcey until she’d gotten used to his touch. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and simply held her close to him.
The gentle nip on his earlobe prompted him to slowly move his hands over her back. Her grip on his cock tightened when he slipped his hands beneath her T-shirt. Still moving slowly, he glided his hands across her back, up and down her spine. Venturing lower, he discovered nothing covering her ass.
Sweat broke out on his forehead when he realized only his pants separated her pussy from his cock. He could push them down, lift her over his dick and sink into her creamy heat in a manner of seconds.
His hormones liked that idea a lot.
Her thumb brushed over the head of his shaft. Her curiosity would make him lose it long before he wanted this to be over. Dax gritted his teeth to get his hormones back under control. He couldn’t come until he made sure he satisfied Kelcey.
Looking into Kelcey’s eyes, Dax ran his hands up and down her sides beneath her shirt. After the third pass, he covered her breasts with his palms. She gasped softly.
“Is this okay?” he asked, gently squeezing her breasts.
Kelcey nodded.
Neither too big nor too small, her breasts fit perfectly in his palms. He caressed the hard nipples with his thumbs, loving the little sounds of pleasure that came from her throat. She released his cock—much to his disappointment—and gripped his shoulders.
“That feels so good, Dax.”
“I can make you feel better. Will you let me?”
She nodded. Dax continued the sweet torment on her breasts with one hand
while he slid his other hand between her thighs. It surprised him to find hair covered her mound. Dax couldn’t remember the last time he’d been with a woman who didn’t wax or shave or at least trim her pussy. He liked the feel of the soft curls beneath his fingers.
Continuing his exploration, Dax touched her labia with his fingertips. She gasped again, louder this time, then moaned when he stroked her clit. He swallowed hard when he discovered the cream covering her intimate flesh. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her. Unable to resist, he gathered her cream on his fingers, brought them to his mouth and licked them clean.
“You’re delicious,” he said, his voice gruff.
Kelcey whimpered.
She kissed him, lips parted, tongue dueling with his. Dax touched her pussy again, his fingers gliding easily over her wet folds. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while continuing to caress her breasts beneath her shirt. He wanted the shirt gone, but had to leave it up to her whether or not she removed it.
Kelcey rocked her hips in time with his strokes. Her pants grew deeper, faster. “Dax, I need…” She stopped.
“What do you need? Tell me and I’ll do it.”
She jerked off her T-shirt and tossed it to the floor. “I’m so hot.”
That was an understatement if he’d ever heard one. Her long, lean torso flared into shapely hips. Her breasts were round with pale pink areolas the size of half dollars surrounding her nipples. The blonde hair covering her mound matched the hair on her head.
Exquisite didn’t begin to do her justice.
She grabbed handfuls of his hair and bucked against his hand. Dax pushed one finger inside her tight channel as he kept up the stimulation to her clit with his thumb. Kelcey closed her eyes and threw her head back. Her body stilled, her breathing stopped, then she shuddered. A long mewling cry came from her throat.
The walls of her pussy milked Dax’s finger. Leaving his hand between her legs, he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her to his chest. Her heart pounded against him, her hot breath blew across his neck. He kept up the gentle massage of her labia, wanting to give her pleasure as long as possible.