“What are you spelling?”
“Pay attention.”
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I stop at the last letter, and my heart gives one long, hard pump before it starts to race. I reach behind me to flip the switch on the porch light so I can see her eyes. Her pupils shrink and she squints, but she’s got a very pleased smile on her face.
“Don’t play with me. If you’re not ready, I can wait.”
“I ache… on the inside… for you,” she says with her sweet, closed-mouth smile that gives her lips a beautiful heart shape.
“You shouldn’t say shit like that. Not when I can’t put my dick where it needs to be.”
“Remi!” she exclaims and turns in my lap.
“What? You never heard the word dick before?” I raise an amused eyebrow at her.
“I’ve never heard you talk like that before… Well, except for at the wedding when you were drunk.”
“I wasn’t that drunk.”
She slaps my shoulder. “What? You were talking all of that… you were touching me…”
“I only said that because I was fucking miserable and I needed to hold you and say those things to you without you slapping me.”
“You are so crazy.” She giggles.
“About you, yes. And I have been since the day I saw you in that bookstore, Kal. I’ve been waiting a long fucking time. I’m an honorable man. I would have never done anything to disrupt your marriage. But I won’t lie, I prayed like hell you would.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
I run a slow hand down her back “No, I am. When I think about the havoc my dad’s decision wreaked, I feel like an ass for the way I behaved last time I saw you. I was asking you to do what he did. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone’s child.”
“You were upset that night. You didn’t mean it.” She tries to console me. But I don’t want it.
“I did mean it. You just loved your daughter enough to say no. My father…”
Her previously relaxed brow wrinkles, and her mouth contracts like she’s had an unexpected bite of something sour.
“That’s not fair, Remi. He didn’t know he’d never see you again.”
“He did. My mother told him. My grandfather cut him off.”
“Your father came from a world where anything he wanted, he got. Where no one dared to say no. And he thought that when he left your mother, she’d calm down and you all would find a way to coexist.”
“Well, he was wrong.”
“We all think that sort of thing only happens to other people. I mean, do you think I imagined that my mother would go to jail, and I’d be in foster care? She was a shitty role model, but I lived a normal life. I went to school. Lamented my looks and had crushes on boys who weren’t always nice to me.”
“You told me no,” I point out.
Her eyes turn sad. “Yes. Because that kind of surety was stolen from me a long time ago. I know how easily everything can change. I know that children deserve the best we can give them. They are so innocent, and I wanted to make sure my child had the best possible chance at a normal life.”
“She’s lucky you’re her mother,” I tell her.
“I’m lucky to be her mother. But, that doesn’t mean that I don’t regret saying no to you. I regret it every day.” Her quiet confession is the last thing I expected to hear.
“Really?”
“I was so worried about depriving her of things I thought she needed to be happy. But I never imagined how much I’d be depriving myself of, in the process.”
I cup her face, cradle it in the palm of my hand and stare into those pools of breathtaking brown that are always a reflection of what is really in her heart.
Right now, all I can see is love. Shaped, molded, transformed and bolstered by time and distance. But at its core, it’s the same love we found that summer.
“Losing you fucking hurt, Kal… but I don’t think I would trade this journey for anything.”
She shakes her head and smiles wistfully, but with joy, too. “Me neither.”
“When I left for Howard, I was nursing the biggest heartache of my life. And I got through and was driven by my need to cling to and honor my time with you by doing something that spoke to my heart.”
“So, I helped you embrace your sensitive side?” she quips.
“I’m not sensitive,” I growl.
“Oh, baby… you so are.” She smiles, gently.
I ignore her, pointedly. “I said all of that to say… I loved you then, but I wasn’t ready.”
“Well, how introspective of you,” she says and I press my lips to hers and savor how they yield so easily to me.
Our kisses have mellowed since she got here… they feel more urgent than desperate.
We pull apart and I say, “I want to meet your daughter.”
Her eyes dance and she claps her hands together excitedly. “I told her about you.”
“Did you tell her how good-looking I am?”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re unbearably cocky.”
“Nah. I’m a humble motherfucker. And I have to say, it’s nice to finally have a mother to fuck.”
She groans and covers her face.
“Remi, you’re still dropping those lame-ass pickup lines.”
“How about this for a pickup line, instead?” I grab her hand and press it to my cock. Her fingers grip it immediately and fuck me, it feels so fucking good.
“I like this line a lot. I’m responding very well to it,” she whispers and we stroke my cock together through my pants and when I start to get hard, I pull her hand away.
She pouts. “You tease.”
“Never.” I fist my hand in her hair and tug her head back so her throat is exposed. “Let me show you all of the things I’ve learned since you’ve been gone.”
Chapter 31
FIND ME
KAL
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“Let’s play a game. One where you hide and I look until I find you.” Remi’s voice is dark and deep, and wickedly sensual.
A shiver runs through me and my nipples tingle at the promise in his voice.
“Okay, like hide-and-go-seek?” I ask.
“Yes. Just like that.” He’s got the most wicked grin on his face. He cups my head and starts to massage my neck, I let my head fall and groan when his fingers press against a tense spot.
“Why do you want to play a game? Let’s just do this,” I croon.
His fingers fist in my hair, but he pulls my head forward gently until his lips tickle my ear. “Because I want to hunt for you and catch you. And when I do, I want you to do whatever I say until you can’t take anymore,” he murmurs and then sucks my earlobe into the wet heat of his mouth.
“You can do that without hide-and-go-seek.” I press lingering kisses on the side of his face.
He pulls away, his dark eyes intense and hooded with desire and so much need that my breath quickens.
“I like the thrill of the hunt. I’m going to have you the way I’ve imagined having you since the last time we were together.”
He runs his teeth down the column of my throat and I shudder.
“I was just a boy then. And I didn’t have years of being without you to make up for.”
I lean away, clutch my proverbial pearls and ask with a mock tremble in my voice, “Is this grown up Remi going to scare me and make me want to run?”
“No, he’s going to make you want to come,” he drawls and pulls me onto his lap again, his hard dick feels huge against my thigh.
Oh my…
I run my nose along his neck and breathe in his cool, clean scent. He stays there, pressed against me for a beat longer than necessary and then takes a hold of my lower lip with his teeth and one of my nipples between his fingers.
He bites down at the same time as his fingers squeeze and pull the pulsing peak of my bre
ast. Then he lets me go. “Now, get inside and hide.”
“Oh, shit.” I scurry off his lap and he hands me a set of keys.
“You’ll need these to get in. I’ll give you a two-minute head start.”
“What about your dog?”
“She’s in her crate tonight.” He sounds like he’s breathing hard.
“Okay.” My voice is high and breathy, my heart is pounding in my ears. Remi is about to turn me out.
Holy shit, I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so turned on.
I fumble with the lock and get the door open. I hit the switch next to the wall and all the lights come on. I slip my shoes off and drop my purse and keys on the small table by the door.
I hear the creak of the porch chair and I know he’s coming. Anticipation moves through me in the giddiest ripples of lust. I’m going to make myself very easy to find.
I giggle and slip my shirt over my head and drop it where I stand and then run in the direction of the guest bedroom. I take my jeans off there and then dash to the hall. I hear the front door close just as I’m dropping my bra over the door handle of his bedroom
I slip out of my panties and walk to the huge armoire that takes up almost an entire wall. I slip the string of my G-string onto the small handle that opens it and start to climb inside.
Just as I’m tucking myself inside, the entire house is plunged into darkness. I quiver with delight when I hear the squeak of the bedroom door’s hinges and footsteps moving across the floor toward me.
I hold my breath.
I mean, I know he’s there. He knows I’m there. But with every step he takes my heart rate ticks up a notch.
“Kal. You broke the rules.” I yelp. He’s standing right outside the armoire.
“You were supposed to run, hide and let me find you. By leaving a trail—thank you for the panties by the way, your cunt smells delicious—you’ve deprived me of my chase.” His voice is so deep, it resonates through and gooseflesh spreads all over my body.
“Oh, I’m so, so, sorry, Remi,” I purr.
“Good.” The door opens, and he’s standing there, naked, except for a tie draped over his shoulders and his thick, already rock-hard cock in his hand. His fist moves up and down, in a lazy stroke that immediately captivates me. The moonbeams cut in through the window and illuminate the head of it.
Oh, this has to be some sort of sin.
Nothing so tempting that it makes me forget my name can actually be good for me. My fingers are brushing the warm skin of his chest before I even realize I’ve lifted my hand. He steps back.
“Get down here and show me just how sorry you are.”
Chapter 32
YOURS
KAL
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I take his proffered hand and climb down from the closet. I need the support because my thighs are quivering.
He turns away and walks to the bed. His naked ass is a beautiful thing. And I’m almost drooling by the time he turns around to face me. He sits down at the edge of the bed and spreads his thighs and continues stroking his thick dick. I take a step toward him.
He pulls the tie from around his neck and snaps it. “Offer yourself to me,” he says and this time the command in his voice is different. It’s darker, but sensual and I would do anything he says.
I kneel first, cup my breasts drop my head down to swipe my tongue across my nipple.
“Fuck, Kal. Come and let’s suck them together.”
Gingerly, I place my hands on the cool wood floor and lift my head so our eyes are locked while I prowl, slowly toward him. His dark eyes are like a line that casts hooks into mine. Each move forward is driven by the pull of that tether.
“Is your sweet cunt wet?” His husky voice is so deep it’s nearly a growl.
“So wet, it’s dripping down my thighs.” He moves his hand faster.
“I’m going to lick it off and then suck more of it out of you,” he promises and his hand speeds up. His eyes close briefly and I speed up my movement.
“I want to suck you, too. Will you come in my mouth?”
“Repeatedly, baby. But when you get here, I want you on your knees in front of me and I want you to tell me how badly you want me to fuck you. Tell me you’ll never let anyone else in that body.”
I reach him in a dozen paces and place my hands on his knees and start to slide my fingers toward the center of his thighs. His free hand grabs one wrist then the other.
“Not until I tell you, greedy.” He smirks and gives his drool worthy dick one more stroke before he lets go. It bobs right in front of my mouth. My tongue darts out, but I only manage a small swipe of his salty head before he moves away.
He wraps his tie around my wrists and I gasp.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
He ties a tight knot and binds my hands together.
I lean forward to try and take his cock between my lips, again. He moves away.
“No. Not yet.”
He rests my hands on the bed in between his spread thighs. Just out of reach of him. Then he grips my chin and forces my eyes up to his. They’re so very dark, and yet I can see the hunger, the heat, the love burning bright in them.
“I’ve spent my whole life without you. Knowing that another man has been eating and fucking what’s mine.”
I try to pull my face away but he drags my eyes back to him.
“Do you know what that feels like?” he asks.
“Like something tearing at your insides,” I tell him.
He presses his thumb into my mouth and I suck it.
“Tonight… you’re mine.”
I swallow and a tremor moves through me at the dark promise in his voice.
“I’ve always been yours,” I whisper and his expression sharpens, turns primal and his need is a visceral, palpable force wrapping itself around me.
“That’s fucking right,” he growls before he crushes his mouth to mine and kisses me with an almost savage fervor that I return eagerly. While our tongues duel and dart in a wet, open-mouthed dance, my bound hands itch for freedom especially when he twines my pony tail around his fist.
“Your hair is always pulled back,” he mutters against my mouth.
“It’s easy this way.”
“Easy…” He rolls the word around like he’s testing it and tugs the elastic holding it together until my hair spills like a veil around my shoulders. “I want to fuck easy up.” He gathers bunches of it in his hands. “I want to fuck you up. And then put you back together like only I can.”
“You still talk so much,” I tease.
He presses his thumb into my chin and holds my mouth open. “How about we both stop talking?” he drawls. And then he slides forward and the salty, taut, hot tip of his dick glides against the inside of my bottom lip. I dart my tongue out to lick it and he surges forward, slipping into my mouth while he cups the back of my head.
“Suck my dick like you’ve fucking missed it.” His voice is ragged with need and I move my head up and down, the slide of his silken cock against my wet tongue is making me crazy. His broad head presses against the back of my throat and I gag. But I don’t stop.
I wrap both hands around the base his thick long, beautiful cock and wrap my lips around it and hollow my cheeks. I experiment with my pace until his moans tell me what he likes. His grip on my hair has turned painful. His free hand roams my back and shoulders—my pussy, my nipples, my ass, my thighs, everything pulses with jealousy.
They all want what my mouth has. And when I feel the rush of his cum on my tongue, I don’t waste a minute getting off my knees and climbing on top of him.
He moans low, loud and when I drape my arms over his shoulder and press my chest to his, it reverberates between us.
“Get on,” he growls and I lower myself onto his still spurting cock. I slip down so easily, the slide of friction so delicious that our eyes widen at the same time.
“Best. Cunt. In. The. World,” he says and fucks me i
n time to his praise.
“Yours,” I purr, my head falls back, my hair brushes the small of my back and all of the sensations assailing me are making my body go wild.
“You’re never going to forget that again.”
His gaze turns determined, and he stands up. I hook my still bound hands around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist.
He stands like that for a minute, kissing me, holding me in his strong arms like I weigh nothing.
I feel weightless, like if he let me go, I would defy gravity and float away. I drape my arms over his shoulders and pull myself up and slam back down.
“Oh, shit, Kal,” he groans my name and I feel a surge of power. I press my forehead against his. Our kiss is a teasing one, we nip each other’s lips, our tongues twine and our breaths intermingle.
Then, he lifts me off his dick and lets me fall back on the bed. He reaches to the lamp on the bedside table and the dark room floods with soft, hazy light.
I’ve never felt comfortable being naked with the lights on. Even before I had Bianca, but especially not since. My body bears the marks of carrying and nursing my daughter.
But Remi’s gaze is nothing short of adoring as his eyes burn a path up my body. I feel… nothing but beautiful.
Right now, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to feel him inside of me. To have his mouth on me. His tongue in my pussy. His dick in my ass, his cum all over me.
“Please… do something.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… no pleases here. You don’t ask for what is yours.” He drops to his knees in front of me. He big hands cup my thighs and he pushes them open.
“You haven’t shaved.” He sounds so pleased; his breath blows hot over me.
“Not since I got divorced.”
His expression darkens. “All of this is mine.” He drops kisses and drags licks on the inside of my thighs in between his words.
“Yes. Yours.”
Like he wants to reward me, he pulls my clit between those soft, sweet lips and he starts to suck me just the way I like it. He slips his thumb, just the tip of it, into my ass and I gasp at the surprise burn.
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