by Cindy Pike
As we get ready to leave inspiration strikes me. “Si, can we take a picture? I’d like to have one to remember tonight.”
“I don’t take selfies, Doll.”
“That’s okay I want a full-length body picture, anyways.” I say, knowing full well that he also means he doesn’t take pictures, period. I look around for someone who I think will be willing to help me out. Gotcha!
“Excuse me, would you mind taking a picture of me and my,” Before I can say the rest the man passing by that I was asking, agrees.
“Yeah, no problem.” Okay, I guess he gets asked often? I hand him my phone once I’ve got it to the camera option.
“Come on, Silas.” I grab his hand to pull him up next to me, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his firm pectoral. Surprisingly he wraps on arm around my back and lifts my chin so we’re looking at each other with his other hand.
“Don’t think that you’re going to get away with this, Doll.” His voice is soft and only enough for me to hear him.
“Ready, one, two, three!” The man says and I look his way just as the flash goes off. The man hands me back my phone and I check the picture. It’s perfect, Silas is looking at me and the look on his face is a combination of soft and resigned to his fate of this happening. My smile is genuine and I look happy. We look really good together.
“Thank you! This is perfect!” The man leaves, heading deeper into the restaurant, when Silas steps back from me and calls out to me.
“Doll, smile.” I look up with a smile on my face as he snaps a picture of me. He checks it then pockets his phone.
“You sneak!” I say in mock outrage, a laugh escaping me at the end.
“Come on, let’s get you home to Kyle.” Silas drapes his arm over my shoulders tucking me close. The kiss he gives the top of my head makes me smile as he leads us to his truck. He helps me in before we start off to Kyle’s house.
Silas pulls into Kyle’s drive and gets out to open my door, helping me out again. We walk up to the front door and Silas turns us so we’re close and loops his arms around my waist. I place my hands on his chest, feeling the hardness of his pecs under my hands.
“Nora, I’m glad we did this, and I plan on doing it more. Now, kiss me quick, but make it good so we don’t make Kyle madder than I’m sure he his.”
“What have we done for him to be mad over?” My head tilts in question.
“Just knowing you’ve been on a date with me is all it’ll take.” I don’t even get the chance to do as he says before his firm lips are on mine, demanding a response. I open my mouth in surprise and his tongue sweeps in, caressing mine. I lose myself in the kiss and battle him for control. My hands end up gripping his hair, giving easy tugs on it. He lets out a growl of need and really starts getting aggressive with his tongue. Both of his hands grip my ass and pull me close to him. He grinds his hips into mine and it sends jolts of arousal throughout my body. We battle on until he wins, and eventually breaks away putting distance between our bodies.
My hands fall to his shoulders, as he makes sure I’m steady before getting his keys out and unlocking Kyle’s front door. He lets us in and calls out to Kyle.
“Yo! We’re here, I’m leaving!” Silas shouts out then waits as Kyle comes out from his home office.
“Okay, I’m working on some paper work. It’ll probably take a while, Nora.” Then he turns and goes back into the office. Silas keeps staring where Kyle was for a few seconds, before Kyle closed the door and left us out here.
“You good?” Silas checks with me. I lift my gaze from the closed office door to his ice blue ones.
“Yeah, this will give me a chance to do some school work before bed.” I give Silas’ hand a quick squeeze then he opens the front door and turns to face me.
“I want to hear the lock on this go before I leave, Doll.” With a quick peck on my lips he leaves and I turn the locks, swinging the top lock unto place last so even if you have a key, no one can get in without breaking the door or the jam. Two knocks come from Silas’ side, I reciprocate before I move away to the master bath to wash my face and get ready for bed before I start on my course work. After I’ve washed my face and changed into a comfy pair of darker grey sleep shorts and a hunter green tank, I turn the light off in the master bath and grab my school stuff.
I go to bed in Kyle’s big king-sized bed alone. As I lay there, I get a text on my phone that’s on the nightstand, plugged into the charger.
Heath: Silas sent me a picture he took of you. I’ve never seen someone more beautiful. Night, Sweetheart.
I smile at his text and send one back.
Nora: Thx G Man. Night back.
I fall asleep with a smile on my face long before Kyle slips into the bed next to me, not knowing he lays there just looking at me for a long time before he too joins me in sleep.
11 Peeping Kyle’s
Brave by Zayde Wolf
My alarm starts going off, playing a soft gentle tune at first, then gets louder and more upbeat the longer I let it go. I roll to my back away from Kyle and pause for a second before I swipe my finger across my phone face disabling the alarm. Kyle is still sleeping peacefully; I scoot up so my back is resting against the head board and just watch him for a minute. His face loses all the worry lines and tension when he’s like this. I wish I knew how to make things between us better, but he won’t talk to me anytime I try to have any sort of meaningful conversation with him. My therapist says that I need to let him come to me when he’s ready and not push him. Logically I know that’s what I should do, but I know that if he would just talk to me about this, we could work it out, I’ve seen the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention. Letting out a sigh to try and help release some of my own stress about the situation. I carefully get up, so I won’t wake Kyle, and pad on quiet feet into the master bath. I cautiously shut the door before turning on the light. Stripping down, I grab a towel from the rack and turn on the shower, then move to the sink to brush my teeth as the shower water adjusts to my preferred temperature, then discard my pajamas. Once done I move into the shower and wash and condition my hair, letting the warm water dissolve the lingering tension in my body. The warm spray feels good on my tight muscles.
Going over some things I’m supposed to be working on as my ‘homework’ from therapy, I decide to give one of them a shot. Given my past I’ve had trouble being more intimate than anything much farther than kisses with any of the guys. My therapist suggested that I touch my body to get to know it in a safe and positive way. Since all my sexual encounters have been strictly negative, she thinks that doing this by myself might help me to be more comfortable eventually letting the guys and myself take things farther. It’s not that I don’t want to, because I do, it’s just that every time things start to get past more than just kissing, my mind takes me back to my old dingy college apartment and all the things Jason did to me. I lather up my body soap, washing my body, then rinse. Finally gathering the courage to start this exercise, I quickly lather up more soap on my hands and press them against my body.
I feel a bit silly that I’m going to be touching myself. I don’t plan on this being sexual in any way, more of an exploration of my body. I’ve had zero interest to do so, with myself or anyone else, because of what I went through with Jason. My recent desire to be more intimate with the guys spurs me on.
I start by running my hands over my arms, focusing on how the sharp texture of my nails feels on my body, causing it to break out in goose bumps. The water continues to flow over me, keeping me warm. Gathering more courage, I start moving my hands along my torso, feeling how soft and smooth my skin is. Funny, I’ve never really thought about my own skin before, or how it feels. Sure, I moisturize and take care of it, but I don’t give the results of that labor much thought. I run my hands up over my breasts and feel my nipples pebble as my hands graze over them. My breath catches at the unexpected heat that results from my own touch. I had no idea this would feel so…
cathartic. I test out giving a gentle squeeze to one breast and slowly trail my other hand down my belly to my pussy. What was supposed to be an experiment in just getting to know my body is quickly turning into an experiment of my own erotic pleasure. Once my wandering hand makes it to my target, I have to brace myself with my other hand on the shower wall due to my nerves. I play my fingers along the outer folds and revel in the softness of myself. Spreading my legs apart so I can gain better access, I slide the flat part of my palm and fingers along my entire opening, exciting myself, a low moan escapes my parted and panting mouth. I hang my head, watching my hand as it caresses my pussy and circles the hard nub, sending an electrifying sensation out from that point. Good goodness, this is what I’ve been missing out on all this time? No wonder people have sex more than once. Moving my index finger to my opening I gently prod it, a flash from my past flints through my brain and I pull my finger back, going back to my clit rubbing in firmer circles until I relax again. Then I slowly slide my finger back down to slipping it into myself, all the while prepared in case I get another flash. It doesn’t come but what does is a feeling of pleasure I wasn’t prepared for. My legs start shaking not just from the pleasure, but also from the effort this is taking to brave exploring my body. My thumb instinctually finds my clit and applies pressure as I glide my fingers in and out of my pussy. My breathing is escalating with my excitement and I start to make more uncontrollable noises. My body is tensing up in an unknown way as I approach an edge that I’m afraid to go over. With a few more ministrations I burst and come apart, sending shock waves of pleasure flooding out into all areas of my body, unbeknownst to me, making me crying out.
I hear the bathroom door close and it shocks me out of my endorphin state. Fuck, I rush to turn off the water and grab my towel running it along my sensitized skin. Then I throw it around my hair and yank on my turquoise lace bra and matching undies. I shove my feet into my skinny jeans and grab my off the shoulder black shirt, discarding the towel as I do, still pulling it down my body as I emerge from the bathroom. Kyle is sitting on the bed in just his dark gray boxer briefs, bent over double with his head in his hands. I come to an abrupt halt three feet from him when he lifts his head up piercing me with his chocolate eyes that are filled with pain.
“I can’t do this, Nor. I can’t pretend that I don’t want you when I see shit like that. Before you say anything, I heard noises and came in to check that you were alright. Then, once I realized what was actually happening, I couldn’t tear myself away from watching. I’m sorry for the invasion of privacy but I’m fucking not sorry for watching the most beautiful God damned thing I’ve ever seen in my whole fucking life.” He delivers that gem and sits there, breathing hard, but otherwise holding his body in check. I can see it in the rigid way he’s holding his shoulders and how straight his back is now. All other thoughts fly from my head as I get stuck on him thinking what he saw was the most beautiful thing he’s seen. “I can’t see that and not want you more. I can’t pretend that I don’t want to give you that, with no expectations in return.” He pauses and inhales a big breath, holding it for a few beats before letting it out slowly. “How do I go back from that and be able to resolve not being the only man in your life, knowing they’ll get to see that, if they already haven’t?”
“They haven’t, that’s the first time I’ve done that, ever. While it wasn’t for you, it was just for me, knowing that you think it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve seen, makes me glad you watched. That I gave that to you.” It still shocks me he thinks so, but I have to push past that and get to the hard part. “I don’t know how to help you be okay with my relationships with the others. The only thing I can offer is me.” I shrug my shoulders, not knowing how to make this easier for him. “I need you all, you all give me something that I only get from that particular man. One does not mean more to me than the other. You’re all equal, just in different ways, because you’re all different people for me.” Kyle closes his eyes and his jaw muscle ticks as he sits for a while like that. I’m at a loss, I truly need them all and can’t imagine my life without one of them by my side.
“You should get ready, Owen is gonna be here shortly for you.” His voice is rough with emotion as he dismisses me and goes to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind himself. I hear the lock click as I just stand there, so lost I don’t hear the front door open and close, or the clicking of Asia’s nails on the floor.
The knock on the bedroom door jars me from my stupor so I call out in a tight voice, “Coming!” I wince at that word with everything that just happened, it’s about the worst thing I could’ve said, shit, damn and fuck. I take a deep breath to steady my frayed emotions and grab my socks, shoes, and phone. I open the door to a perfect looking Owen. He’s dressed casually today, in rare day off, with jeans that showcase his muscled thighs and if I could see his ass, I’m sure they emphasize it as well, with a lilac polo shirt tucked in the front but not the back and some light gray Cole Haan casual dress shoes. In the back of my mind I notice he still looks yummy, and I want to eat him up, if only I wasn’t so upset with the situation with Kyle.
His smile drops when he sees my face and goes straight into question mode, “What happened, Gorgeous? Are you hurt?” I shake my head negative, I know I’m hurt but not physically, like I think he means.
“Can we just go, I just need to go, please?” I love that he doesn’t question me further, he just holds his hand out for mine, I take it and I don’t look back. Asia turns on her hindquarters and heads toward the front door. We head down the hall and stop at the couch so I can put my socks and shoes on. Grabbing hold of my hand he leads us toward the front door, snatching up my purse for me as we head out to his silver BMW X7. He opens my door and waits until I’m safely in before shutting it, then loading Asia into the back-trunk area. She lays right down as Owen slips into the driver’s seat and starts up the SUV. He backs down the drive and pulls onto the quiet road in Kyle’s subdivision. For my part, I just look out my window trying to get my emotions under control. Kyle’s reaction just makes me feel selfish and like what I’m doing is wrong, even if in my heart this feels right, but not without them all. Eventually Owen breaks the silence in the vehicle.
“I don’t know what happened and it’s none of my business unless you want to confide in me, knowing nothing will leave the two of us. For the record, when I ask if you’re hurt, I mean in any way. That includes emotionally, Nora. I can see that whatever it was, is deeply upsetting you. What do you need from me right now, Gorgeous?” My understanding Owen. He always has my needs in mind and never pushes me when he seems to instinctually know I can’t handle it.
“Can we just pretend that this morning didn’t happen for a little bit. I don’t want to think about it, if only for a little while.”
“Alright, Nora.” Owen takes my hand over the console and pulls into the turn lane to take us off the main road, pulling into the hospital parking lot. I’m having my last tests done from my attack to make sure my fractures healed properly, Owen thinks I’ll be cleared to get back my normal activities. I really don’t want to go back to the restaurant though, I’ve come to love my job and time at King’s. Sara was due to come back last week but she decided to take a couple more weeks of maternity leave. I mentally remind myself to talk to Silas about me staying on and possibly doing something else for King’s. Putting the vehicle in park, Owen goes to the back and puts Asia’s service dog vest on, clipping the leash to her collar. I round the back of the car and Owen hands me her leash as he locks the BMW up. Taking my other hand, we head to the front doors at the main entrance. It’s bit of a walk to the department we need, but I don’t mind, mostly because Asia keeps anyone from getting too close to us. With her and Owen on each side of me, I don’t worry about someone getting too close and triggering me. I’ve gotten much better with the guys, but strangers are a completely different story.
We reach the waiting room for my appointment and take seats in the corner with Owen on
my exposed side and Asia in front of me, at my feet. It’s mostly empty with only two other people waiting in the chairs lined up and down the center row and the chairs along the walls.
“I’ll be right back; I’m going to check you in.” Owen pats my knee and approaches the big glass window that separates us from the staff in this department. One of the women behind the window slides one side open and greets Owen as he signs me in on the clip board, she hands to him. He gives it back to her and she gives him a flirty smile, stroking his hand with the tips of her finger unnecessarily. The jealously that erupts from that one small touch sets Asia on high alert and I try to calm her as Owen comes back and sits at my side.
“What’s got her so alert?” Owen studies his dog then looks around the room for what could’ve set her on edge.
“That woman.” I clip at him. Owen’s Jeweled green eyes snap to mine at my tone and his strong brow creases in confusion.
“What woman, Nora?”
“The one behind the counter, she touched you.” I try and be more normal in my tone, I can tell by Owen’s sharp gaze that I don’t accomplish it.
“Her touching me wouldn’t cause this from Asia. She’s not guarding me, Gorgeous, she’s guarding you.” He gets a contemplative look on his face and I watch as things click into place for him. “It upset you, didn’t it?” How he always seems to hit on the bull’s eye, I don’t get. I look to my lap, knowing I’m being a hypocrite for not wanting him to even get interest from another woman while I juggle five, no make that four (for now) men. Owen leans in toward me so his mouth is at my ear, and whispers, “Nora, I’m not interested in any other woman. I can barely get you enough, let alone trying to add anyone else to my hectic schedule. Even if I had the time, I’ve only got room for you in my heart.” Mother dicks! I know he didn’t say the words but that was damn close to the L word, it at the very least alluded to it. Owen draws back slightly so I can see the truth to that statement in his eyes, then gives me a soul shattering tender kiss on the corner of my mouth, snaking his tongue out before quickly pulling away. All I can do is sit in shock that he just laid something so monumental on me in the waiting room at the hospital! The woman behind the glass window calls my name and Owen stands, holding his hand out for mine. Taking it in his he pulls me up and leads the way to the exam room behind the woman from reception. With Asia at my side we enter the small standard looking exam room and I hop up on the table as Owen takes one of the seats provided for people that might accompany patients.