Instead of stripping her naked the way my mind begged me to, my hand moved from her throat, skimming over her chest, pausing only long enough to roll her taut nipples in my fingers through the silky fabric, causing unintelligible whimpers to escape her full lips, before they traced the curve of her hip and began to gather the fabric where it draped over her hip and ass. My fingers walked the fabric along her hip, pulling the hem higher inch by inch. Once her heated skin was bared to my fingertips, I slid my hand around her thigh, pulling her legs gently apart before grazing the lace at the edge of her panties where they hugged her passion-swollen pussy.
My touch wasn’t random though. Experience had taught me that featherlight was sometimes better than rough and grabby at stirring up desire. And I wanted her panting for me, her pussy dripping wet and throbbing she wanted me so bad. That wasn’t all though. I wanted her begging me to fuck her. I wanted her to be on the edge of insanity, just the way she always made me feel every time I was around her.
With every stroke along the tender area where her thighs and groin converged, I felt the lacy edge of her panties. Every few passes, I grazed along her lips over the satiny fabric, until finally I flicked it up and slid my fingers under the now-damp scrap. Her pussy was silky smooth. Whether shaved or waxed, I had no clue, but it was like rich satin under my fingers. Dipping lower, I cupped her and inserted my middle finger just enough to gather a little of the slippery proof of how excited she was.
“Kayde.” My name on her lips was a curse and a plea, all wrapped up into a big ball of need.
“What, baby? Tell me. What is it you want?” My lips continued to trail along her shoulder, neck, and ear, then back again. When no answer was forthcoming from her, both of my hands converged on her pussy. Hooking the soaking wet crotch of her panties with my fingers, I gave them a tug until they dropped to her ankles, so I could continue to tease, touch, stroke, and tempt. Coating one finger in her flooding moisture, I brought it up to circle her clit. The other hand stroked slowly, steadily, in and out of her tight, wet heat.
“More, Kayde, I need more. Please.” She couldn’t see the satisfied smirk on my face at her response. Her head dropped forward, and her flaxen hair formed a curtain of waves, shielding her face from me. I loved how just my fingers playing with her, teasing her, elicited her demanding response. But that wasn’t what I wanted to hear her say.
“Come on my fingers. Give me the honey I know you have. I want you to come, and then I want you to tell me what you really want.” Plunging my fingers in her, I pressed the heel of my hand to her clit, alternating between circling over her clit and squeezing until her breath became ragged and panting. When her hands went to grab at me, I stopped, my voice deep and commanding. “Keep your hands on the rail, Sera.” She immediately complied, so I resumed my torture until she stiffened, bowing her head, and her pussy clenched my fingers in a rapid, powerful spasm. A groan of blissful pleasure erupted from her as thick, creamy cum filled my hand. Fuck, what I wouldn’t have given to have tasted that, for her to have come like that all over my tongue. I continued to milk her orgasm until she was shaking head to toe. Finally, the words I’d been waiting for burst from her.
“Jesus, Kayde, please fuck me. Please. You’re killing me.”
Flicking open the button of my jeans with one hand, I pushed the zipper down and moved my jeans down only far enough to release my raging dick. Using the cream coating my other hand, I stroked my cock once, twice. Canting her hips back, I lined up my tip with her slick opening, where I circled slowly in her wet heat before pressing into her. Just the end at first, teasing in and out. At her whimper, I pressed farther in. By all that was holy, she was so tight, I was afraid of hurting her. When she shoved her hips back, sinking my cock deep in her core, my eyes rolled in my fucking head. It took every last bit of my self-control to keep from shooting my load right then and there.
“Fuck!” I jerked out so quickly, she whimpered and almost fell over. “Sorry, baby, condom. Fuck.” We’d been reckless once before, and I’d felt like shit about that for months after. Not because I was worried about whether I was clean or she was, but because it was disrespectful to casually take those liberties. Granted, neither of us had been in our right minds that night. Working quickly, I pulled out the condom I kept in my wallet for emergencies, ripped it open with my teeth, and slid it over my length in record time. Once I was securely sheathed, I again teased her before shoving my thick cock as deep as it would go into her blazing pussy.
“Yesssssss! Oh my God. Yesss! Jesus, fuck. Kayde. So… oh my God.”
I loved that lust and pleasure had her brain unable to form complete sentences. The spasms of her need could be felt all along the length of my dick, and once I had control of myself, I withdrew nearly all the way, glancing down at the beautiful sight of her pussy swallowing my cock as I plunged forward so fast and hard, my balls slapped her clit, causing her to gasp.
Though I tried to maintain some semblance of control, she destroyed it all, pushing back each time I thrust forward. If someone walked out here, there would be no denying or hiding what we were doing, but neither of us was even thinking on that plane. One hand gripped her hip as I slammed in and out, and the other jerked her head back by the hair so I could feast on her lips, her jaw, her neck. My controlled thrusts became rapid and frantic as I felt the familiar tingling burn at the base of my spine. Her next words would be my undoing.
“Oh God. Oh God. Kayde. I’m almost there. Shit. I’m… oh my God… Kaaaayyyyyyyde.” That pussy clutched me like a vise, squeezing and burning until I gave two more rapid strokes and held myself deep in her as I dumped every bit of my cum into her tight sheath. My hips pressed tight to her, and my cock continued to throb within her, the exquisite pleasure going on and on and on. In my fucked-up mind, I imagined if we hadn’t used a condom, I would have come hard enough that it would’ve knocked her up and her soft belly would swell with my child.
Fucking A, where did those thoughts come from? Shaking my sweat-drenched head, I reached down to hold the condom as I slowly slid out. She whimpered at the loss of my shaft filling her. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against my chest, and I just held her. The sweet cloying scent of our mixed arousal was intoxicating. I was drunk on her and never wanted to sober up.
Breaking free long enough to slide the condom off and tie it up, I tucked my dick in my pants and watched as her dress dropped down to cover her beautifully rounded ass. “Be right back.” Glancing down, I saw the pale silk of her panties. Stooping to grab them, I tucked them in my pocket. Quickly walking over to the trash, I dropped the condom in and returned to draw her back into my arms. Tucking her head to my chest, we watched the lights on the cathedral as it told the story of Texas.
“Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?” My fingers absently filtered through her long silken strands of hair as I waited for her answer.
“No, but I have money to get a hotel room. Maybe not here, but I can find a safe place for us.”
God help me, but I didn’t want her anywhere but in my bed.
“It’s pretty late, and since Erik hasn’t called, I’m guessing Ty is still sleeping. Why don’t you stay with me tonight? Then we’ll figure shit out in the morning.”
Her head lifted and tipped up to look at me with a frown furrowing her forehead. “Kayde, I can’t do that. Your friend is sharing a room with you. And I don’t have anything to wear. Umm, it would be awkward. And can I have my panties back?”
Unbidden laughter escaped me. “No. I think I’ll keep them, babe. I have a T-shirt you can wear, and I promise not to fuck you with Erik in the next bed, no matter how bad I want to. I’ll exercise restraint. Promise.” Framing her beautiful face with my hands, I leaned down to kiss her sweet lips.
“If you’re sure?” Those eyes looked at me like she was so afraid I was going to say I changed my mind. When I nodded, she reached her arms up to curl around my neck, and I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. At her
wince, I was afraid I had hurt her.
“You okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” The last thing I ever wanted to do was cause this angel pain. When she tipped her head down, I reached up to gently lift her face to get her to look at me, but she kept her eyes closed. “Babe? Look at me. Did I hurt you?”
Bottom lip pulled between her teeth, she looked up at me again. “No. I’m fine, really. Do you mind if we go back to the room? I know you said your friend is trustworthy, but I’m worried about Ty. He’s my baby.” Standing on her tiptoes to reach me, she pressed a sweet kiss to my lips before she smiled up at me. Silently, I studied her, trying to get her to truthfully answer me when it was obvious she was skirting the issue. If I had hurt her, I wanted to know. When she still refused to answer, I decided to bide my time. Something was off with her, and if it was what I thought it was, someone was a dead man.
“Okay, babe. Have it your way. On another subject, just so you know, I’m real proud of you, Sera. First becoming a nurse, then being an amazing momma to that little boy. Always knew you’d make your daddy proud, but you made me really proud too, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that more. There’re some things we need to talk about, but they can wait until morning. I know you’re tired, and God knows it’s been a long day for me.” The ache in my heart deepened just thinking about my abuela no longer being around. Yeah, it was unrealistic of me, but I never thought about the day she wouldn’t be there for me, and I felt like total shit for taking her for granted. I should have told her I loved her more often. I should have made it home more often. So many “should’ves” and “could’ves” swirled in my head, it damn near made me dizzy.
“I’m so sorry that I dumped all this crap on you on the day you had to bury your abuela. I know it’s been a hard day for you. It was spontaneous and maybe careless of me to involve you, but I didn’t know how long you would be here, and Lawrence will be off the next few nights. My window of opportunity was small. There are reasons I really don’t want to get into right now on why I couldn’t involve someone here.” The crestfallen look that spread over her features tore me up. When she was hurt or sad, it literally hurt me. All I wanted was to see her happy. To see that gorgeous smile on her little pixie face.
“Hey, none of that. Yeah, it started out as a shit day, but because of you, it ended better than I could’ve ever imagined. If you would have reached out to anyone else, I would have been pissed. Maybe I’ve done a shit job of showing it over the last several years, but I’d do anything in the world for you. It feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for tonight. And I’d be a liar if I said I was good with leaving it at this. But like I said, let’s go check on your boy, then get some sleep. We can discuss details and plans in the morning.” There was that smile, brightening my world with the wattage of the sun.
Capturing her smiling lips with mine, I enjoyed a long, slow kiss that left her panting when I finally broke free with a nip to her top lip. “Come on, sunshine, hop on.” I turned around, offering her my back as I often had when we were young and she was having trouble keeping up.
Laughter broke free from her, setting my heart soaring. “You can’t be serious. I’m not a small girl anymore.”
Looking over my shoulder at her in mock outrage, I gave a dramatic gasp. “Are you trying to say you doubt my strength or ability to carry your puny little self? Because I can assure you, you are still tiny.”
Her expression of doubt slightly hurt my ego. “Come on. Hop up.”
She grinned wider and bit her bottom lip in concentration as she took a mini running leap and hopped on my back. She let out a little grunt and a quiet gasp as she landed, and I quickly grabbed her thighs, hefting her higher on my back. Her laughter spilled forth as I headed to the doors. Just as I reached the glass doors, a security guard was approaching. He held the door open for us, and I was pretty sure he was trying not to smile. I hoped Tinkerbell on my back didn’t notice, because I was pretty sure the cameras were working—and monitored. Oops.
As we walked down the hall toward the elevators, I had to wonder if it had been a good idea to carry her. My promise not to ravage her with Erik in the bed next to us, and her son in the living area, was losing its credibility with each step that caused friction between the warmth of her pussy and my lower back. Kill me now.
Crouching a bit to hit the elevator button with my elbow was easy. Trying to hit our floor’s button after we got in, not so much. “Push the fourteenth floor, babe.” She stretched her lower leg out and pushed the button for our floor with her toe. “Knew those little monkey toes were good for something. Good thing you had sandals on.”
“Hey! Leave my toes alone.” She gave my waist a squeeze with her legs. A groan escaped me.
“Sweetheart, don’t do that unless you want my promise thrown out the window.” Silence reigned as I walked down the hall, and she rested her chin on my shoulder. When we stood outside our door, I let her slide down to the ground. Once I knew she was steady, I snagged the room card out of my back pocket. Before I could slide it in the reader though, her small hand rested on my forearm.
“Kayde, I just wanted to say thank you again. You have no idea how happy I am to be here with you. It’s kind of like old times, only better.” The rosy bloom that spread across her cheeks was cute as fuck.
“Yeah, way better. I’m really sorry I didn’t step up to the plate sooner. But you know what? Maybe everything happened for a reason. Sometimes I think we have lessons to learn, and if we don’t, things won’t work out for us the way they should. It’s not our place to question the whys, just to appreciate the gift that is today, you know?” Tucking a golden strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingered to slide down and cup her neck, tugging her closer. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, it was impossible not to inhale her intoxicating scent.
Entering the room, I saw Hacker sitting up in bed, watching the TV with the volume turned low. “Hey. Little man over there hasn’t made a peep. I set the door lock to the balcony, just in case though. Everything okay?” As usual, his eyes missed nothing, and I knew he could see the flush still staining her cheeks along with her disheveled appearance.
“Yeah, it’s good. Thanks again, bro.” Sera mumbled a “thank you so much” and quickly hightailed it to the other side of the cabinets that created a dividing wall between the living area and the sleeping area of the rooms, where her son remained zonked.
Looking over his shoulder to ensure she was still over there, Hacker scooted closer to the edge of the bed. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” he asked quietly.
“Let’s go out to the balcony and I’ll fill you in with what I know.” After nodding, he stood and we made our way to the sliding glass doors. As we stepped into the living area, the sight of Sera sitting beside little Ty and softly stroking his hair was a sight I would not soon forget. She looked just like an angel watching over the little boy who, after a single afternoon, was already starting to tug on my heartstrings.
Lifting her head at our entrance, she asked if I still had that T-shirt she could borrow. Hacker opened the door and stepped outside. Without batting an eye, I tugged the white T-shirt over my head and tossed it to her. At her sharp indrawn breath, I smirked and gave her a wink before stepping out onto the balcony.
Hacker was already chilling in one of the chairs, so I pulled up the other and snagged my smokes from the little table.
“Those are gonna kill you one of these days,” was the smartass remark I got from him as I lit one and took a deep drag. The comforting hit of nicotine wasn’t exactly the hit my nerves needed, but it would do for now.
“Shit, something will at the rate I’m going, but I doubt it will be these.” Motioning toward the half-empty pack on the table, I took another drag. “Besides, I think I’m gonna try quitting again after this pack. Maybe try one of those E-cig things everyone’s been talking about.”
“Filthy habit aside, tell me what’s up with the love of your life in there.”
Shaking
my head at him, I drew in on the cigarette, watching the cherry on the end glow red-hot. Ain’t gonna lie, I would miss this habit. There were so many satisfying things about smoking, but I knew it was a stupid habit back when I started after boot camp. Of course, at the time, I wanted to feel like a man, and it helped fill the hole from smoking weed. Thought it would be easier to quit than it had been. Hindsight….
“She’s not—”
His hand automatically went up. “Save it for someone who doesn’t know you as well as I do, man. She’s all you talked about every watch we had. And the way you talked about her? I’d have had to have been a fucking idiot not to figure out she was your Achille’s heel. You’ve got it bad for her, but for some dumb reason you don’t want to admit it.” The droll expression he shot me had me trying not to smile at his accurate assumption. He was one to talk though.
“Pot, meet kettle.” Two could toss that shit around, because that dumb fucker had it so bad for Kassi it wasn’t funny, but he refused to admit it and tried to get us all to believe it was just sex. What-the-fuck-ever.
His glare had me laughing as I stubbed the spent cigarette out and laid it on the table. Exhaling the last thin cloud of smoke, I slid down in the chair and laid my head back. “The guy who was with her at the funeral was not her fiancé.” His raised eyebrows and the rolling motion of his hand had me reluctantly continuing. “He was, however, her boyfriend. Evidently, they lived together, and I’m pretty sure he was abusive in more ways than one, but I can’t get her to confirm it. Think she knows I’d kill the bastard if I found out he laid a hand on her. I still may. She wants me to help her find an apartment and put it in my name so he can’t track her. He’s a fucking cop. Piece of shit worked with Tyler and Christian.”
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