by Hope Ford
I trail behind him and don’t take my eyes off his ass until he turns to face me in the kitchen. “Do you want breakfast?”
He opens the fridge and I slide in front of him. “You’re not cooking. First of all, you can’t cook. Secondly, you’re supposed to be sitting, with your leg propped up.” I grab him by the waist and turn him around, pushing him toward the kitchen table. When he sits down, I tell him I’ll be right back and walk to the living room and come back with a throw pillow. I lift his leg up and place it gently on the pillow on the chair across from him.
While I’m positioning him, I look over at him and I catch him looking down my shirt. Surprised and red faced, I jerk up and turn around toward the stove. I’m overreacting. I’m overreacting, I tell myself. He wasn’t looking down my shirt.
He mumbles, “Sorry.” And it’s only then that I’m sure of it. He was looking at me. Taking a deep breath, I ignore his apology. “So eggs and toast. Okay?”
“Sure, thanks, Kendall.”
I make everything, turn the coffee on and then start setting the table. I no sooner set the plate of food down in front of him than he tells me, “You have to leave, Kendall.”
I swallow down the fluffy eggs and then set my fork down, pushing my plate away. “Why?”
He takes a sip of coffee. “Because you’re free now. And I don’t need anyone to take care of me.”
My first instinct is to walk away. But I tamp it down. I made the decision last night. No matter how painful it is to be around him, I’m going to do this. He’s given up so much of his life for me. The least I can do is take care of him for a few days.
“I’m not leaving, Brian. You can try to get rid of me all you want, but I’m staying,” I tell him before walking out of the kitchen. I take a few seconds, inhaling deeply before walking back in with my bags over my shoulder. “So can I take the guest room? Or do you want me on the couch?”
His eyes widen. “You’re staying here?”
I try not to let the hurt show. Man, I must really cramp his style. “Yes. How else can I take care of you and make sure you stay off that leg? Robby said just a few days and you can start walking on it again.”
He sits up then. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea you stay here…”
I just shake my head and hold my hand up. “I’m staying. So where… couch? Guest room?”
“The guest room,” he mumbles.
I smile at him, ignoring how me staying here seems so painful to him. “Great. I’m going to go drop my bags, then I’ll be back. Leave the dishes.”
He calls after me, “But you didn’t finish eating.”
“I will,” I answer him. I’ll finish eating as soon as my stomach settles.
Brian
She’s laughing at the television and I can’t do anything but smile with her. Her laugh is contagious, lighting up her entire face. She’s made me sit here all day and has waited on me hand and foot. I slide my hands under my thighs on the couch. I’m itching to put my arm around her and pull her close to me.
She has on shorts and a tank top. She’s pulled her legs up and is sitting cross-legged on the couch. She laughs again and I turn to the screen. She’s already caught me numerous times staring at her. I don’t need to make it weird.
Her phone dings and she picks it up. Her smile instantly turns into a frown.
I lean toward her. “What is it, what’s wrong?”
She starts waving her hands around while she’s talking. “I just got a text from a classmate. I guess during the class I missed the other night, the teacher assigned a group project and the other half of my group wants to work on it tonight.” She tosses the phone onto the coffee table.
“Well, go,” I tell her.
She looks at me like I’m crazy. “Nice try, but I’m not leaving you.”
I stand up and hobble over to the TV trying not to bear all my weight on my leg. I try not to let her see the pain I’m feeling. “I’m fine. See?” I gesture to my leg as I’m walking. “You’re not missing something for class because of me.”
She just shrugs her shoulders. “I’m not leaving.”
I huff. Of all the times for her to stop listening to me, it has to be now. “Fine. Invite your group partner over here then.”
She looks at me like she’s weighing her options and finally nods her head. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? We’ll stay in the kitchen out of your way and I’ll still be able to come in here and check on you.”
Shaking my head, I assure her, “It’s fine. You won’t bother me at all.” Honestly, I’ll feel better about her staying here. I always feel better when she’s near. I clear my throat before I decide to do something stupid and tell her.
6
Brian
I should have asked her if her partner was a male or female. It would have saved me a lot of time and effort, because I would have just told her to get a new partner.
When he walked in, she introduced me and I could tell she was nervous. She stood there pulling on the hem of her tank top and her too-short shorts, and he was practically salivating.
“Brian, this is Luke. Luke, this is Brian.”
Luke holds his hand out and I take it firmly in mine. He flinches slightly but then covers it up and smiles at me. “So you’re a policeman?” I nod at the logo on his jacket.
He nods his head at me. “Yes sir. But I want to be a detective and a bachelor’s degree is a requirement.”
I open my mouth to ask him something else, but Kendall puts her hand on his shoulder and tells him to come on. She tells me to holler at her if I need anything and it takes everything I have to let her leave the room with him.
I go to the edge of the kitchen and watch them. Luke’s eyes never leave Kendall and when they sit down, I can see her cleavage and I know he can too. Instead of walking in there and punching the guy in the face, I hobble to my bedroom and pull a sweatshirt out of the closet. I bypass the kitchen, because I know if I go in there, I’ll embarrass her.
When I’m standing next to the couch, I holler for her.
She comes into the room, smiling at me. “Miss me already?”
Fuck, she has no idea. I hold my hand out and wave my finger at her, beckoning her closer.
She comes to me then and when she stops, I motion for her to come closer. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
I lean my head down until I’m so close to her I can smell her strawberry scented shampoo. “That little fuck in there can’t keep his eyes off you. That’s what’s wrong.”
I put the sweatshirt over her head and when her face peaks out of the opening, she’s looking at me, stunned.
I help her slide her arms into the shirt and tug it down. It’s almost indecent. It’s longer than her shorts and she looks like she’s only got the shirt on. “Don’t you have any pants?”
She looks down at herself and then back up to me, rolling her eyes. “Brian, he’s not into me like that.”
“The fuck you say,” I say to her angrily. I couldn’t hide my emotions if I had to right now. “The little fuck has drool running out his mouth. How long is this study session?”
She looks so confused, I’m sure my reaction is upsetting her. “We just have to write a one-page paper. It won’t take long.”
I hold my index finger up at her. “One hour, Kendall. You have one hour and then he’s out of here and you’ll be getting a new partner next time.”
Kendall
My whole body heats up. I don’t know whether to slap him or wrap my arms around him. The conflicting emotions are raging through my body and I can’t tamp them down. Never in all this time has Brian ever talked to me this way. Never. He’s given me advice or helped lead me in the right direction, but he’s never told me I’m going to do something.
But I don’t back down. Quietly but firmly, I tell him, “You’re not my father.”
He growls at me. Literally growls, and then takes a step forward until his chest is pressed against mine and I’m praying he doe
sn’t feel the hard peaks of my nipples. His voice is low and I feel myself leaning in to hear him. “And I don’t want to be.”
His nostrils are flared and his breaths are coming out ragged. His hands go to my shoulders and he grips them tightly. “I don’t want to embarrass you, Kendall, but if he touches you, I’ll kill him.”
And then he releases me. I start to argue with him, but I decide against it. I’ve never seen Brian out of control like this and it’s a little scary, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on right now. I slide my thighs together, back and forth, and I swear I can feel the stickiness between them. A groan comes out of him and when my eyes flash up to his, I can tell we’re both surprised by it. “Put pants on before you go back in there.”
I watch as he inhales deeply. My pulse starts to race and I can feel the heat racing up my neck. Does he smell my arousal? I turn quickly away from him and run down the hallway to the guest room. I lean against the door, trying to catch my breath and make sense of what just happened. It hits me all of a sudden and very quickly… he wants me.
Brian, the man that I have been in love with since I graduated high school, wants me. Every dream that I had of me and him filters through my mind and I know that if I don’t take this chance, I may never get another one.
I pull on my jogging pants over my shorts and go back to the kitchen. Moving my books, I sit across the table instead of next to Luke.
“So, uh, is that your dad?” he asks me.
My nose scrunches up. “No.”
His head tilts to the side. “So it’s like that, huh?”
I shake my head at him and point to the book. “Maybe we should start here.”
I look at my watch. I’m determined to get this paper done in less than an hour. Then I’m going to talk to Brian. It’s time.
Luke and I work on the project, which is a one-page paper on the effects of drug usage on the brain. It’s a weird topic, but when I found out that the students got to pick it, it makes sense. I guess in Luke’s line of work he’s had to learn a lot about it. It takes us only thirty-five minutes to write the paper, type it and submit it.
Luke looks at his watch. “Great, we’re done early. I promised my little sister I would be home before she went to bed.”
Curious, I ask him, “You and your sister are close?” Me being an only child, I’ve always been interested in sibling relationships.
“Yes. Well, actually, I’m also her guardian. Our parents died last year and I was given guardianship.”
We’re walking to the front door and my heart goes out to him. I know what it’s like to be without parents. I reach out and touch his shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Luke.”
A snarl from the living room has me pulling my hand back and Luke and I both look at Brian. He’s staring at me and the possession in his eyes is obvious. Taking a deep breath, I thank Luke for telling me about the project and for coming over.
He starts to walk out the door but turns around quickly. “So you’ll be okay here… with him?” He nods his head toward the living room, pointedly at Brian.
I assure him I will be and shut the door behind him.
7
Brian
I get up from the couch and take the first few steps with the crutch they gave me. Finding it cumbersome, I throw it onto the couch. I stalk slowly over to Kendall and she’s still standing there with her hand on the door where she pushed it closed.
“Kendall.” I whisper her name.
She turns to me and I swear the look in her eyes brings out every primal urge I’ve ever had for her. The only problem is now, I won’t be able to contain it.
I walk over and stop only a few feet from her. We stare at each other and the longer I stand here, the more possessed I am.
I have to have her. I have to make her mine.
I take the last few steps to her and she’s looking up at me, not even realizing that her heart is in her eyes.
I plunge my fingers through her hair and grip the nape of her neck, tilting her head to make her look up at me.
“Has he kissed you?” I ask her and expect her to argue or have something smart to say, but instead she just shakes her head side to side.
“Do you want him to kiss you?” I hold my breath waiting for her response.
Instantly, she shakes her head. “I’ve never wanted anyone to kiss me… except you.”
Her words shake me to my very core. My cock is hard, which I didn’t think would be possible with the pain medicine I took earlier.
I lean down and pull her to meet me. Our lips align and it’s only then that all seems right in the world.
Our lips mesh together perfectly and I lick the seam for her to open up to me. When she does, I sweep my tongue into her mouth, and she tastes like home to me.
Her hands grip the front of my shirt and her leg comes up to wrap around my thigh. I press my pelvis into her, wanting to her to know just how much I want her.
The kiss deepens and my hands roam down her curvy body, cupping her ass and pulling her to me. When my cock presses into her softness I can’t hold back the groan.
She pulls away from me, her eyes wide and her lips swollen. “Your leg!”
I reach for her again. “My leg’s fine.”
But she pulls back. “You shouldn’t be standing up.” She grabs on to my hand and starts walking down the hall.
When she pauses at the door of the guest bedroom, I stop her. “No. I want you in my bed, Kendall.”
She looks at me questioningly and I can see the indecision on her face. “Honey, I’m not rushing you. I can just sit on the couch and hold you, that’s fine.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not that. Uh, I just figure, you probably haven’t used the guest bed… before.”
Finally, it dawns on me. “Honey. I haven’t been with anyone in two years. And I’ve never had a woman in my bed, period.”
I pull her to me then and take her to my room. There’s nothing I want more than to be on top of her and drive into her, but I know it’s not possible with my leg. I pull her to the bed and we lie next to each other.
I kiss her then and she starts to let go, whimpering into my mouth as I stroke my hand up and down her body. I cup her large breasts, kneading her flesh and wishing she didn’t have my thick sweatshirt on. I pull away from her briefly. “Can I take your clothes off?”
She pulls away from me then and starts undressing. It feels like it takes forever, but it’s probably only seconds before she’s naked and has her body plastered to mine. She’s shy, wanting to hide her body from me, but I can’t let her. She’s been in my dreams and there’s no way I’m not going to take a good look at her.
I pry her hands off of me and lift my upper body off the bed to look down at her. She won’t meet my eyes. Her head is turned to the side and she’s looking at the wall. I tip her chin, pulling her face to me. “Are you okay?”
She nods her head, opens her mouth and then closes it again.
I rub my finger across her lips. “Tell me, honey. You can tell me anything.”
Insecurity fills her face. “I know I don’t look like…”
I stop her right then. I don’t want to hear her compare herself to anyone. She has no idea how beautiful she is. “You… honey. You look like you and you’re everything I’ve dreamed about.”
I kiss her lips lightly and pull back. Breaking our shared look, I let my eyes roam her body and I groan at just how beautiful she is. Her plump, curvy body is spectacular and my cock hardens painfully in my pants.
I stroke my hands down her body and when I get to her mound, I cup her and her hips raise off the bed at my touch. The smile on my face is instantaneous. She wants this… probably as much as I do.
I stroke my finger through her swollen slit and her cream coats my finger. “This is so wrong, Kendall. I shouldn’t touch you. I know I shouldn’t, but there’s no way I can stop now. If you want me to stop, you better tell me now.”
Her legs widen, giving me
better access. Her hand goes down to mine, holding me where I’m at. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I kiss down her cheek, across her shoulder and then kiss her nipple. The soft moans and whimpers tells me what she likes and I work hard to give her exactly what she wants. I suckle her while my hand between her legs strokes the hot bundle of nerves of her clit. Her hips rotate and lift up and down with each stroke. She’s moaning and I know she’s close. My wet finger slides easily across her and I apply more pressure until her legs kick out and her body tightens. Her hips start jerking uncontrollably, but I don’t let up. I want it all.
“Come for me, baby. Come for me,” I tell her and her moans fill the room as she convulses all around me.
Kendall
I lie here completely at his mercy. I had no idea how good that would feel and even though I’m coming down from my high, there’s nothing that will stop me until he’s buried deep inside me. That’s what I want. I want it all.
I push him backward onto the bed and do quick work of taking off his clothes. When I get to his pants, I tug them down, making sure to not hurt his leg. I’m not even paying attention to anything else as I pull them off his feet. I start to crawl back up the bed, but my attention is pulled to his long, hard shaft sticking straight up between his legs. He watches me and reaches down to wrap his hand around his girth, pulling it from root to tip one time.
My mouth waters and I lick my lips. I crawl toward him and as I get closer I can see the tiny drop of moisture on his tip. I stick my tongue out and taste him and as soon as his flavor hits me, I moan.
More. I want more. I open my mouth and try to go as far down as I can. Swallowing, I stop when I feel him hit the back of my throat and I start to gag. He groans, his hand on the back of my head, holding me steady. My eyes flick up to his and the immense pleasure I see there makes me stay where I’m at. I relax my throat, pushing myself farther until I just can’t anymore and then I pull back. My hand cups his balls as I start taking him in my mouth.
