A Reckless Night

by Van,P. G.

  He turned around to look at her under the dim light that streamed from a street lamp as she looked down into his eyes, her eyes gleaming.

  He knew the past three weeks would have been a lot easier if she was with him, and knew at that moment she was the only one capable of healing him completely.

  She saw the surprise in his eyes and the surprise shifted to something else in an instant, a look that she was more familiar with, a feral and unbounded look that made her body quiver. Intimacy was the last thing on her mind that night, but the look in his eyes told her he wanted it, and she would give him anything he wanted.

  He stood under the steady shower looking at her figuring out if he wanted to rip the robe apart right where she stood or if he should gather some patience and take her upstairs.

  “You are in so much trouble.” His voice was weighed down by mockery.

  “Why? You just needed help to get into the rain.”

  He reached out swiftly pulling her to him knocking her off balance. She let out a muffled squeal of surprise against his chest when her body clashed with his under the drizzle.

  Her palms turned the droplets to vapor as she ran them along the length of his arms to snake her fingers into his wet hair. His fingers gripped her hair bringing her lips to his commanding ones. A surge of warmth swept over her making her forget she was clad in damp clothes.

  A moan escaped her and was smothered by his mouth as he angled her face taking in her sweetness that he longed for and missed for weeks. Her tongue eagerly tangled with his, setting him ablaze.

  “Let’s go in.” It was a plea because she couldn’t wait to be consumed by his wild desire. She wanted his arms around her soothing her into a suspended state of bliss.

  He groaned his objection making her shudder. His palm slid down to the V-neck of her robe to find the hardened bud. He moved closer forcing her back flat against the glass sliding doors his lips continuing to engage hers.

  He let go of one nipple wandering to find the other one before sliding his palm down her chest towards the warm pool of lust that had gathered at the apex of her thighs. Her body bowed towards him as his fingers stroked her inner folds.

  “Don’t tell me you want to pause now.” His breath burnt the sensitive skin behind her ear.

  A mixture of words and primitive sounds came out of her mouth but nothing recognizable, as he dipped his fingers into the sheath of her sex that controlled her at that moment. She gasped, and her eyes rolled shut as he started a rhythmic thrust through her inner muscles that tightened around his long fingers.

  “Get yourself to say ‘stop’, and I will stop right now.” He watched her as she drowned into an abyss of pleasure spiraling down as she built up her release. Her head fell back as he pumped with his fingers stroking her clit, driving her wild.

  Kris fought the need to ram his fingers in and out hard and fast. Instead, he slipped one finger, angling it to stroke the rough patch of sensitive skin on the inside of her as he rubbed on her nub with the pad of his thumb.

  She cried into his mouth, as his lips pressed against hers, her body shaking with need, her hips bucking, fighting his hold.

  “Come for me, baby. Now!!”

  She exploded. She felt the tremors under her feet as she came hard and violently, her scream consumed by his mouth as she bobbed into a world of endless pleasure. Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto him with his strong arms encompassing her.

  “So beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her panting lips.

  “Kris...that was unbelievable.” She had dreamed of spontaneous, he gave her everything she craved for, and her most recent experience topped it all. Goosebumps popped on her skin at the memory of her orgasm as the rain hit her face, the cool air that helped control her heated being and most of all the warmth from a virile man that surprised her when she least expected it.

  He twisted a strand of hair around his finger. “You were so responsive, it drove me nuts.”

  She laughed pushing him away from her to slide her body towards the opening in the sliding door and stepped indoors pulling him in with her.

  “That’s enough fun, I don’t want you falling sick.”

  “Why would I fall sick?” He slid the patio door shut.

  “Look at your clothes, they are soaking wet.”

  “Take them off then,” he challenged making her laugh.

  “I will if you follow me upstairs,” she purred letting her robe slide off one shoulder as she ran up the stairs.

  He laughed low in his throat. “You know what I want.”

  “I have no idea what you are talking about.” She ran up the last few stairs to slip away from him.

  She barely made it past the bedroom when she felt his arm around her pulling her to him. They stepped into the room, her body rammed against his and as soon as the door closed, Kris shoved her against it. She let out a squeal as his demanding lips came down on hers with a roughness that was delectable. She enjoyed the shift from the gentle and softness from her experience downstairs.

  He took his time as he burned a trail of liquid fire along the column of her throat, causing her to jerk. His lips retraced to her quivering ones and reached for the tie on the robe. His lips never left hers as he shoved the damp robe off her shoulders.

  “My turn,” she murmured pulling back to pull his t-shirt over his head as he unfastened the knot on his lounge pants. She threw his damp shirt to the floor and pushed his pants down. He lifted her leg and hitched it around his waist and thrust into her, hard and deep.

  She cursed letting out a cry and leaned forward to sink her teeth into his tight chest making him growl in response. He slammed into her over and over again and every stroke was fast and hard and she realized she liked it like that, better than the slow and gentle pace.

  “More,” she demanded setting him up to explode any minute.

  “You are so fucking tight, hotness.” Her back was against the door as he grunted digging his fingers into her hips, and the sweet pain only pushed the flames higher and higher.

  “Kris,” she moaned tossing her head against the door. She clung to his arms tightly as he flexed and pushed deeper into her. He was thick and knew how to use his hardness.

  “What do you want, love?”

  She swallowed hard enjoying the aggressiveness in his drive and held on for dear life. His mouth conquered hers again as he dipped his tongue in and out slowly. Her body responded to the change in pace, and she let out a moan deep inside her.

  “You want it a tad bit slow, huh?” he growled nipping on her skin.

  “I—I want…” She lost her words as he groaned lifting her other leg to secure it around his waist. He pulled her off the door and walked to the bed nuzzling her neck.

  Kris eased from her slightly and placed her on the bed and came down on her stretching her further with his weight. She groaned arching from the bed, thrusting her hips towards him.

  “That’s right!! I love it when you moan like that,” he murmured picking up his pace. He lowered his head and sucked a nipple between his teeth and tugged it making her muscles deep inside tighten around him. The last drive was harder and deeper as it set out a domino effect of pleasure throughout her body. She cried out his name as her release roared through her causing her to shudder and that set him up to peak. He groaned letting out his warmth into her heated folds, collapsing next to her, her warm body trembling in his arms.

  Blood gushed in her ears, her heart raced in her chest, and every nerve in her body twitched and tingled. She lost track of how long she floated on the waves of euphoria before she felt him move.

  “Don’t go.” It was a plea.

  “Sweetheart, your hair is wet, let me get you a towel.”

  “I’ll be fine. Don’t leave me.”

  He planted a kiss on her forehead. “I promise, I’ll be back in two minutes.”

  She dozed off to the sounds of him moving in the bathroom and woke up to him gently rubbing her hair dry. She muttered something, bu
t sleep was beginning to claim her. A few moments later, the mattress dipped, and she felt the warm body of the man she loved mold protectively to her. Kris pulled her back to his front as she rested her head on his arm, their legs locked as their breathing became slow and even.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “Good morning, Myra!!” she called out as Kris carried her to the bathroom. She rolled out of bed feeling the deep ache in her muscles from their lovemaking the previous night. She tightened the tie on her robe as she walked into the bathroom where Kris was helping Myra brush her teeth.

  She wound her arms around his waist from behind and planted a kiss on his upper back. “I had so much fun last night.”

  “Me too,” he said turning around to kiss her on her sleep-soft lips.

  She reached out to hold Myra still on the vanity and ran her other arm around his neck to deepen the kiss. She pushed her tongue past his lips to meet his and made him groan deep inside.

  “Save it, sweetness,” he teased sucking her lips before pulling back.

  “You are so addictive,” she complained nipping his chin. “I want your beard back.”

  “Yes ma’am. Working on it.”

  “Yeah, yeah…now get your butt in the shower. I’m gonna give Myra a bath, and we need to go to the hospital.”

  “Varsha…do you really want to do it?”

  “Do what?”

  “Bring the baby home. I—I don’t know…”

  “Kris, we talked about it. The baby needs to be at home with people that love her, not at the hospital.”

  “Why do you want to do it?”

  “Why wouldn’t I want to do it?”

  “It’s too much…a baby is…”

  “I want her Kris, she is my second daughter I’ve always wanted. We divide and conquer, you take care of Myra and I will take care of Nikki.”

  “Nikki?”

  “Oh yeah, I didn’t tell you, Myra picked that name for the baby.”

  “You did?” He cooed to Myra waving her fists in the air.

  “Yes, she did.”

  “How did she arrive at that name?”

  “She started watching Nickelodeon Jr and all she can say is that name.” She laughed taking Myra into her arms.

  “Are you really sure about this?” He was terrified about handling the baby and could not believe Varsha wanted to take care of her.

  “I got this Kris. I am taking time off for five weeks starting tomorrow, and I can’t wait to be with little Nikki.”

  He started to say something but she interjected. “Kris, do you not want me to take care of the baby? Are you worried I won’t take good care of her?”

  “Sweetheart, no. I’m just worried about it being too much for you. There’s a lot going on already, and Myra is still a baby.”

  “Kris, I’ve got you. I trust you to take care of Myra and deal with the pain in my ass of an ex for me while I focus my energy on the baby.”

  He smiled walking towards her. “Thank you!!”

  “Thank me when the baby hits ten pounds. My goal for the next five weeks.” She winked making his heart melt for the woman who was ecstatic about being the mother of his sister’s child.

  An hour later, they dropped Myra off at Meena’s place and headed to the hospital.

  “Guess who I met in India?” Kris chuckled.

  “Who?”

  “Rahul.”

  “And?”

  “Well, he wanted to know why I was not going to renew my contract with him.”

  “What did you tell him?” She turned to look at him from the passenger seat.

  “I just told him I wasn’t getting enough returns as per the contract and was only considering extending for old time sakes.”

  “He was a total ass the past few weeks.” She rolled her eyes.

  “Why didn’t you say something?”

  “Kris, I can’t even begin to imagine what you are going through, this thing with Rahul is nothing compared to…”

  “What you are about to do is something I never would have expected from anyone. I want you and Myra to not have to deal with him.” His voice was soft but firm.

  “Yes, please. Talk to him, even if you have to tell him you and I are together.”

  “I don’t know if that’s a smart move because I want to round up some information about him before I tell him about us,” he said deep in thought.

  “I will let you deal with him while I enjoy being up at night and cranky during the day,” she laughed.

  “He seemed fine in college, and I don’t know what turned him into an asshole.”

  “Can I ask you something, it’s only out of curiosity.”

  “Anything.”

  “Did Rahul have a girlfriend in college?”

  “Make that a plural. He was always floating around from one to the other which is normal for someone in college.”

  “That’s unbelievable!!” She felt offended.

  “Why?”

  “Well, he barely touched me, and I don’t think he was cheating on me so something doesn’t add up,” she blurted. “Sorry, that’s too much information.”

  He chuckled. “That’s fine babe, we need to figure out what his motivation is behind wanting Myra. I doubt if it’s just for the political image.”

  “What else could it be?”

  “We got to find out if something happened from the time he graduated to the time he got married.”

  “If you are suggesting his family jewel was damaged, you know you are wrong,” she smirked.

  “I know that’s what is just so ridiculous. He drooled over anything in a skirt and did not want you?”

  “I’m sure it was me, he was probably right when he said I was a turn off.”

  “Don’t be absurd. Do you really think it’s you after everything we’ve done?” She turned crimson feeling the heat emit from her cheeks.

  “What about his wife? Why did she leave him?”

  “I need to get to the bottom of that. We need to show the judge he does not have Myra’s best interest. I don’t think the political campaign thing will stick with a judge here in the states.”

  “I know. How do we explain to a judge that Rahul wants Myra to show a beautiful family picture for the election campaign?” She shook her head.

  “We can’t, and that’s the challenge…something we need to figure out.”

  “Does he have any confidants?”

  “He should. He and my cousin, Rohan, were pretty close. They went on double dates and wouldn’t stop talking about all the women they dated.”

  “Are they still in touch?”

  “They might. I’ll talk to my cousin and see if he heard anything.”

  “I don’t want to go back to him, Kris. Do something.”

  “Why would you go back to him, love?”

  “Kris, he is an asshole. If he manages to get custody of Myra and if she needs to go to India…,” her voice trailed off as a shiver ran down her spine at the thought of Myra with her ex.

  “Easy…I won’t let that happen. If he genuinely cared about Myra, then he deserves to be in her life but…”

  “I don’t want to deal with him anymore. He was just so mean the past three weeks it felt like a repeat of my dark days.

  He took a deep breath hoping it would help subside the anger that was brewing. He regretted not punching him when he met him in India for all the pain he caused her.

  “I guess he was just pissed he lost the contract and tried to threaten me with the information he got about the time I spent working.”

  “I’m sorry…”

  “Kris, you can be sorry if we lose the custody battle.” Her voice was barely audible and had difficulty finishing her sentence.

  He caught his breath and gripped the wheel in reaction to the sadness in her voice.

  “I won’t let it happen, Varsha. Myra is ours!!”

  “Happy thoughts, Kris. We are going to bring a baby home, and I don’t want us discussing this at home. You and I will
step away from the kids if we need to discuss this crap.”

  “Agreed.”

  Kris paced outside the room in the Infant Intensive Care Unit as Varsha spoke to the nurse. He couldn’t bear to look at the infant that lay in a transparent tray swaddled and ready to leave the hospital. He wasn’t sure why, but he dreaded getting closer to the baby. She looked fragile and tiny, and he was worried he would crush her.

  “Kris,” she called out from the room.

  He took a deep breath and pumped in some hand sanitizer as he headed back in.

  “She is ready to go.” She held the swaddled baby in her arms looking at him with her eyes gleaming.

  “Let’s go.”

  “Hey…I want you to hold her once before we put her in the car seat.”

  “No, I’m good.”

  “I’m not good with that. I want a picture of her with you in this room. She spent almost four weeks here.”

  He shook his head and stood with his arms across his chest. When he didn’t move, she moved close to him and brought the rolled-up baby in contact with his folded arms.

  “I need you to hold her. We are not leaving until I get a picture.”

  “You are making a big deal out of nothing.”

  “It is a big deal. It is a memory, and she needs it.”

  “Varsha, I can’t do it, she is so little.”

  “You won’t hurt her.”

  “I…I…she is…” He stopped when she hushed him gently.

  She inched in closer to him resting her arm on his folded arms. “Slide your arm just below my arm.”

  He followed her instruction and as soon as he slipped his hand under the baby, she slid one arm away and put it around his waist pulling him closer to her.

  “Varsha, this is good. I am technically holding her.”

  “No, you’re not. Now get your other arm under my arm.”

  She let their body cocoon the baby as she slept and put both her arms around him.

  “Now you are holding her, we are holding her.”

  He smiled looking at the baby in his hands. She went up on her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek and said, “Tell her you love her and will take care of her.”