by Van,P. G.
A primitive pleasure spiraled again inside her; her nipples hardened, her soaking folds emitted heat and her skin tingled with his touch. Her nipples ached painfully for his touch, to feel the warm mouth around them. She moaned against his mouth when she felt his palm cup her breast over her robe. He groaned making her breath come fast as she was torn between pushing him away from her and begging him to keep going. She was yet to face the biggest challenge of her life.
As if he sensed her internal struggle, he pulled back looking into her eyes like he wanted her to say something. She shuddered under his questioning look unable to think. They looked at each other in silence for a few minutes before a static crackling sound interrupted their moment.
“Myra,” she managed to say without looking away from him. She sat up on the sectional and placed her feet on the ground without taking her eyes away from him, she couldn’t even if she wanted to; he was questioning her resolve and she had no fight left in her, not after peaking just with a foot massage.
She placed her feet on the ground and stood up putting her weight on the foot that was the doorway to her deep desire a few minutes ago. The all too familiar pain shot through her leg again and her traitorous legs turned soft and gave up, making her collapse onto the sectional right into his lap.
Kris caught her and brought her yearning body to his and said, “It feels so good to hold you.”
“Myra…she is going to be pissed if I don’t show up in the next minute,” she rasped as he nipped on her neck.
He mumbled something against her neck, and she started to get lost again.
“Kris, go pick up Myra. My foot still hurts,” she pleaded.
“I am not going to…you were a bitch about me hanging out with Myra.”
“Please,” she said pushing him away, angry with him.
“I am going to go pick her if you lift all restrictions on me seeing her,” he challenged.
“Kris, you don’t understand.”
“I need to know why you don’t want me to be around Myra.” He didn’t let go.
“I don’t know why you moved next door. I don’t know what you want and what you expect, but when you decide you have had enough of everything, you will pack up and leave and Myra…she would have bonded with you and will be heartbroken,” her voiced blared in the empty living room.
He leaned forward cupping her face with his palms and said, “You are a good mother, Varsha. Your concern is reasonable, but you can’t keep her protected like this for too long.”
“Kris, I will let you convince me otherwise when she is not wailing in the background,” she hissed.
“If you need my help with Myra, you need to be nicer,” he demanded.
She looked at him thinking through his demand as she heard Myra call out for her. She knew she had less than thirty seconds before Myra starts to throw her hissy fit; a hissy fit that would end up being a tantrum and then a meltdown that would last a long thirty minutes. She didn’t need that, especially that morning.
“Fine, you can hang out with her,” she said clenching her teeth.
“I get to hang out with her all day today and can come by anytime to read her a book.” She knew he was throwing in the demands for her sake. He knew she was hurting and would benefit from some help.
“Okay,” she uttered as he set her back on the sectional and propped her foot up on a pillow. She could hear Myra on the baby monitor complain about not getting attention.
Kris reached out swiftly and brushed his lips against hers briefly before turning away from her to go up to Myra’s room.
She laid on the sectional, her breathing ragged as she heard Kris enter the room and talk to the wailing baby.
“Good morning, Myra. Why are you so upset?” His voice was firm but caring. Varsha knew Myra was going to complain about not seeing her mother first thing in the morning and braced herself for a meltdown but to her surprise, Myra’s tone changed.
“Kissss,” she heard Myra say with excitement. Myra had started saying a few words and Varsha had not realized that she was referring to Kris when she kept saying ‘Kissss’.
“You are one good baby, aren’t you?” Kris was talking to her, and she responded very well.
He brought Myra downstairs a few minutes later and said, “I have no idea what I am supposed to do with cute babies. What does she do first thing in the morning?”
Varsha laughed at his honest remark and said, “I can manage from here Kris.”
“Really?” he asked as his eyes scanned her as she gingerly put her weight on the foot that was tender.
“Yes, I know I can’t go up the stairs for a few hours but since she is here, I should be fine,” she said walking towards him.
“Nice try,” he said putting his arm around her baby and teased, “Not happening. You and I have a lot to talk about…especially after the fun incident this morning.”
She looked away from him as she felt her skin flush hot from his proximity, and her skin tingled when she reached to take Myra from his hands.
Kris moved swiftly wrapping his arm around her and pulled her close to him. Her body jerked at the sudden contact with his warm body and looked up annoyed with his behavior.
“You told me I could hang out with her, and now you are trying to get rid of me.”
“I am not,” she objected looking up at him.
“Myra, look. This is how you kiss people,” he said interrupting her objection and took his lips to Varsha’s cheek. She jerked slightly when she felt the smoothness of his lips and the warmth from his breath on her cheek.
Myra’s eyes glowed at the novel sight and smiled looking at her mother. She leaned forward and rubbed her dewy lips on Varsha’s cheek.
“Thank you, Myra, ready to change your diaper?” Varsha teased looking up at Kris.
“You can’t intimidate me with a diaper change, I am fully trained,” he mocked tightening his hold on her.
“Really?” She raised her eyebrow looking at him.
“Yup, I had to…my sister and her husband are expecting a baby in a few months. My sister challenged me one night about how I would be a sucky uncle, so I took some lessons and showed off my skills recently when we had a family reunion.”
“How do you show off such skills?”
“By changing someone’s kid’s diapers. You can watch me, but trust me I know what I am doing,” he bragged.
“Whatever…you will need to change her on the floor. Can you do that?” Varsha asked trying to get away from his hold.
“Yes, ma’am,” he teased.
“Fine, I’ll watch you change.”
“You know I would like that,” he said with a wicked grin.
“I meant the diaper change!!” she corrected.
He chuckled at her reaction and placed Myra on the changing sheet and prayed he could figure out how to change the diaper. He had no idea what he was doing and the last time he was around a baby was almost ten years ago. He felt her eyes on his as he spoke to Myra and knew he would never do anything that would make the bubbling baby sad. He was never around a baby her age and was surprised how much fun they were at that age.
“You have a sister?” she asked looking at him.
“Older or younger?”
“Older.”
“Does she live here?”
“Nope. Southern California,” he said adjusting the tabs on Myra’s diaper and buttoning her onesie.
“How come you didn’t move to Southern California when you moved from New York?”
“You’ve been snooping around getting information about me, huh?”
“It’s public knowledge, Kris, everyone in the company knows you moved from New York. Why wouldn’t you move to where you have family?”
“Because I moved here for you,” he said making her heart jump to her mouth. She stared at him in disbelief as he followed Myra up the stairs.
“Where is she going?” he asked ignoring her expression.
“She wants to brush her teeth so she can eat some of h
er toothpaste,” she managed to say and stood up to follow them.
“I can brush her teeth, I’ve been brushing my teeth for a while now.”
“Kris, why did you move here?”
“Did I not tell you I moved here for you, and isn’t that obvious?”
“What? No. Why?”
“I can’t explain it, I can only express it.” He brushed his lips over hers briefly and turned away from her. He picked Myra up off her feet and carried her upstairs.
“Kris…”
“I promise, we can talk later,” he said and disappeared with Myra.
She took a deep breath and limped back into the kitchen. Her mind was running crazy as she made omelets for the three of them with spinach and cheddar serving them with toast and freshly-squeezed orange juice.
Myra and Kris showed up ten minutes later and settled down at the breakfast nook. Myra ate without a fuss as Kris spoke to her and fed her as he worked on his breakfast. Varsha spoke very little during breakfast as the same million questions revolved in her mind. She wondered what Kris was going to tell her, and she continued to be in denial about him moving to California for her. She had not heard of anyone doing that especially when they’ve met the person once.
Kris took Myra out of the high chair and took her into the family room to set her down on the floor with her toys. He came back to where she was sitting and looked at her with an enigmatic look on his face.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” she asked as he came to stand next to her. He chuckled reaching forward to pull her up to him by her shoulders.
“Every time I see you I get reminded of this gal Lisa that knocked my socks off one night,” he said running his lips along her jawline.
“Kris, please. This is ridiculous. We can’t go on like this,” she said flatly pulling back.
“Why?” he pulled her back into his arms.
“You are my…friggin coworker, and I know nothing about you.”
“I am Varsha’s coworker not Lisa’s.” His words sent thrills down her spine.
“What do you wanna know about me?”
“Everything!!” she said looking up at him.
Chapter Nine
“Start talking, Kris. You have exactly seventy minutes before Myra wakes up.” She walked towards him with her foot tender from that morning.
“Oh honey, you know I can do more than just talk if you give me all that time.”
“Shut it, Kris!!”
He knew she was annoyed, her breathing was strained and just looking into her blazing eyes aroused him. He was convincedevery part of her was made for him. Her lips were made to kiss him, her eyes were made to wake up to him looking at her in his bed every morning, and her tongue was made to swirl around his ever-throbbing hardness to eternity.
He almost lost his mind earlier that day when she moaned climaxing with a simple foot rub. He had never been with a woman who turned him on so much, and he wanted her. He went way too long chasing all kinds of women, and he knew she was the one that was made for him, intellectually and sexually.
“What do you wanna know…Lisa,” he said with a devious smile on his face.
“Do not call me with that name!!”
“Isn’t that your name?” he mocked.
“I am not arguing about it.”
“Okay, I will be good. What do you want to know?”
“Everything you told me that night, was that all real?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me three things about you that none know about,” she asked lifting up her chin.
“Hmm…I stalked you for six weeks, that night three months ago was the best sex I ever had in my life…”
She lost her cool; she closed the gap between them in a swift movement and slapped her fingers on his lips. His eyes widened at the way she lashed out but grabbed her palm in his and pulled her to him.
He turned her around flattening her back to the wall, holding her wrists together above her head, “You are so hot right now, I want to rip your clothes off.”
“And I want to rip your face off,” she said leaning forward and sinking her teeth into his triceps.
He groaned making her pool between her legs. The sound he let out reminded her of the beautiful night they shared. Her body imploded at the intensity of the moment, and she caught her breath.
“Lisa…,” he said bringing his lips to her cheek, his tone shattering her annoyance.
“Stop calling me that,” she pleaded through quivering lips.
“Liar…I know you like it,” he murmured taking his lips lower to swirl his tongue on her neck.
She moaned when he let go of her wrists taking his palm to dig his fingertips into her bottom possessively. “Kris, we need to talk,” she pleaded fisting one palm in his hair and running her other palm upwards under his t-shirt.
She wanted him, she wanted him so bad she hoped time would stop and they would stay frozen in the moment. She felt alive in his arms; she had no inhibitions or second thoughts when he held her in his arms. He was the only one she broke her own rules for and felt the need to be part of him.
She squeaked against his lips when she felt a tug on her chest. The ripping sound of her pajama top was lost in her gasp. He lifted her onto the kitchen island and laid her flat on her back.
He pushed aside the cotton fabric that barely clung to her shoulders and scooped her breast out of her bra cup. She arched her back, lifting it off the stone surface as he took her nipple into his warm mouth. He ran his arm under her back taking her nipple deeper into his mouth.
“Kris…”
“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he groaned moving his lips to her navel nipping along her chest.
She sat up on the counter wrapping her legs around him. She reached for his shirt pulling it over his head and threw it on the floor. She ran her desperate fingers over the tightness of his chest unable to contain the need to touch him, feel his warmth, and be crushed by his hunger.
She pulled open the button on the waistband of his shorts and dipped her fingers into the warm darkness. She encircled her long fingers around him unable to fully close around his girth. He was throbbing for her, and she wanted him to fill her.
He groaned, his teeth grazing her collarbone when she started to stroke him with her able fingers.
“You want me right here don’t you,” he murmured against her ear lobe pushing his hard shaft between her thighs. She shuddered when he came in contact with her slick mound with the fabric barriers.
She moaned in response letting go of his erection to lie down on the counter pulling him onto her.
“I need to go get a condom before we do anything else,” he growled pulling her pajama bottom lower to take his lips to her pulsating folds.
“I’m…I’m on the pill,” she panted as his tongue plunged into her.
He hummed his delight against her clit, and she thought she was going to come on his face as she lost her sense of reality.
The sound of her garage door opening brought her back to reality. His lips stiffened on her mound at the same time, but he dug his fingers into her hips refusing to stop.
“Kris…I think it’s Meena,” she gasped pulling back abruptly.
“What? Meena?”
“That’s my sister,” she panicked looking around for her top only to realize it lay on the floor in shreds.
“Where is your shirt?” She jumped off the counter pushing him aside and added, “You need to go, please.”
“What the…,” he shook his head as she pulled her pajama pants up.
“I am not ready to deal with this yet…I’m sorry,” she said pulling his shirt over her head and pushing him towards the patio door.
“Varsha…this is ridiculous!!” She knew he was pissed, but she did not have it in her to be caught by her sister making out with her neighbor.
“Go, please…I will come to you. I promise,” she pleaded.
“Another promise!!” he growled stepping into the backyard
bare chested and annoyed. He looked irresistible, and she knew she had no fight left in her. She wanted to figure out a way for her to be with him.
She heard the door from the garage open slowly as Kris closed the door in the fence.
“Is Myra sleeping?” Meena whispered looking at her sister standing by the patio door with her back to her.
“Yeah, I just put her down for her nap,” she said turning to look at her sister.
“What the heck are you wearing? Where did you get that behemoth t-shirt?” She scrunched her nose looking at her sister’s outfit.
“I was getting ready to clean up the yard and found this old thing,” she said rolling the ripped up pajama top in her hands.
“Can’t you just rest your ass for a few minutes?” Her sister teased shaking her head.
“Where are the boys?”
“Soccer!!”
“And…you came to hang out with me?” Varsha teased.
“I need to talk to you, Varsha.”
“Sure…do you want some coffee?” She walked into the kitchen wrapped in Kris’s sexy smell emitting from the t-shirt she had on.
“No, I need you to sit down and listen to me,” she declared.
“What’s going on Meena?”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Since when did you start hiding things from me?” Varsha’s heart sank wondering how her sister found out about Kris.
“I—I…what are you talking about?”
“Why didn’t you tell me about your ex?” Meena’s voice was soft but firm. Varsha was relieved her sister wasn’t talking about Kris, but a second later she was worried why her sister was talking about her ex-husband.
“What about him Meena? We are divorced, and he has no room in mine or Myra’s life,” she said looking straight at her sister and added, “Did he call you?”
“Yes, and he was so convincing. I actually listened to everything he said.”
“Why? What did he tell you?”
“He told me he has been trying to talk to you for the past two months, and he sounded so sad.”
“What's your point, Meena?”
“I think he wants you back. I’m worried he’ll convince you to go back.”
“Seriously, Meena? After everything you have seen me go through, you think I would consider letting him back in my life?”