Forbidden Kiss: Carson Cove Scandals

by Callahan, Kelli

  “So it’s going to be like that, is it?” Alexis leaned back and nodded. “That’s how you see me now?”

  “I see what is right in front of my eyes,” I growled under my breath. “I see a woman that has never looked more desperate—it’s an ugly look for you.”

  “We could have been good friends, Bryant.” Alexis leaned forward and started to stand, but I could see that she was struggling to hide her anger. “I won’t sit here and be insulted.”

  “I didn’t ask you to come.” I watched as she walked towards the door—but she paused before she opened it.

  “You’re going to regret this, Bryant. I didn’t want to make it complicated.” Alexis pulled the door open and immediately started walking towards the elevator.

  “Have a good day, Mrs. Devereaux…” Cassie lifted her hand and waved as Alexis as she stormed by.

  “Cassie, cancel my meeting this morning.” I slammed my door and walked back to my desk.

  I had a sick feeling in my stomach after Alexis’ visit. When Taylor told me what she overheard, I thought I understood the extent of Alexis’ motivations, but something wasn’t sitting right with me. There were plenty of rich guys in Carson Cove—hell, you couldn’t walk down Main Street without bumping into people that wouldn’t even bother to bend over to pick up a hundred dollar bill. Alexis should have been loaded after divorcing Sawyer King—and that was assuming she had already blown through her illicit gains from the two husbands that got tangled up in her poisoned charm before him. She was born with a silver spoon shoved up her ass and had expensive tastes, but she was married long before her father squandered the Devereaux family fortune. There was no way she was that desperate.

  Something else is going on, and I need to figure out what it is…

  I ended up canceling several of my appointments during the day in order to make some calls to a few of my contacts. They just served to heighten my frustration. Nobody really knew what Alexis could be up to—by all accounts, she disappeared from the business world as soon as she divorced Sawyer King. I knew he had left Carson Cove after the divorce—and I doubted he would ever work with the woman who took a scalpel to his empire.

  Devereaux Properties was still limping along with her brother at the helm, but the company wasn’t making any noise—they didn’t have the capital to make the kind of deals they used to. She had a vested interest in the company, but she wasn’t involved in the day-to-day operations.

  Maybe she’s just fucking with me. It wouldn’t be the first time, but I can’t help but worry that there’s more to this than what I see on the surface.

  * * *

  Later that day

  Cassie left early for her appointment, so I was the last one in the office. I didn’t get as much work done as I should have because I let Alexis’ visit distract me from what I should have been doing. She might have left me with some lingering concerns, but none of those were enough to take away from the excitement I had when it was time to pick Taylor up. I drove to Mandalay Subdivision and let my car roll to a stop before I got to her driveway.

  I didn’t want to drive up to her house after she said it could be a problem—we were fortunate when I picked her up for the auction, but I doubted her mother worked late every day. I couldn’t help feeling like a bit of a bastard when I thought about the fact that she didn’t want her mother to know she was going out with me. It was understandable, but I wasn’t the kind of guy that normally ended up in those situations—not since high school when sneaking around was required in certain situations.

  There she is—she’s waving for me to pick her up. Maybe her mother’s working late again after all.

  Taylor was wearing a stunning blue dress—and my eyes didn’t stay on the road when I rolled forward and came to a stop in front of her house. As soon as she climbed into the car, she kissed me—that erased every bit of concern I had—deep down, I was afraid I was going to arrive at her house and find that she came to her senses. That obviously wasn’t the case. There was a hunger in her kiss, and I could tell it wasn’t going to be the last one we shared before the evening was over. She kissed me until my head was spinning, but as soon as her lips left mine, I wanted to taste them again—so I did. Feeling that passion made my cock throb in my pants. My lips were tingling when I finally pulled away from our second kiss.

  “We should probably go—I assume your mother could arrive at any minute?” I exhaled sharply.

  “Yeah, or my sister.” She nodded quickly. “She’s out with friends, but I have no idea when she’ll be home.”

  I drove—I don’t know where I was going. The restaurant that I made reservations at was in the opposite direction. My head was a mess—excitement, lust, and angst that I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager were all coursing through my veins at the same time. I had passed the point of dancing around the fire—it was burning me alive from the inside out. I got to the end of the Mandalay Subdivision and let my car roll to a stop. A left would take me to my house—a right would correct the wrong turns I had made and take us to the restaurant.

  “Why are you waiting?” Taylor looked over at me. “There are no cars coming…”

  “I made reservations at Moretti’s,” I sighed and started to turn towards the right.

  “I’m not hungry.” She bit down on her bottom lip, and I saw a hunger in her eyes—but it definitely wasn’t for expensive Italian food.

  “Me either…” I quickly cut the wheel in the opposite direction and hit the gas.

  There’s no fight left in me—maybe it was gone the moment I felt her lips on mine for the very first time.

  Chapter Seven

  Taylor

  I had been wracked with internal conflict all day long. I went through so many emotions that I thought I was going to lose my mind before it was time for my date with Bryant. It was easy to come up with reasons why I shouldn’t have gotten into his car—but when I saw it on my street, all of those reasons just faded from my thoughts and were replaced by the intense desire I had to be with him again.

  I swore I would never end up in the arms of a privileged guy from Carson Cove—I wasn’t going to be another conquest for one of them—it was why I guarded my heart so closely and never let anyone in. Bryant made me forget all of that. He wasn’t like the well-to-do guys I stayed away from in high school—and he made the things that felt so wrong feel so damn right. It was terrifying to think that the core of who I was could be stripped away, exposed, and upended with just one kiss.

  I can’t even pretend that I’m just faking it to keep Alexis Devereaux away from him. I know exactly where this car is going—and all I want to do is tell him to put the pedal to the floorboard.

  I hadn’t told Bryant that I was still a virgin. It wasn’t going to be a secret much longer. We were headed to the Benson Estate, and my panties were getting wetter by the second. I didn’t want to just feel his lips on mine—or on my neck—I wanted to feel them on every square inch of my body. There was no way that I was going to get him out of my head unless I gave in to those desires—his finger made me come, but that just made me want more.

  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I managed to convince myself that it would just be once—there was no way we could have an actual relationship—no way that I could ever face Victoria when I was secretly involved with her father. Giving in to that desire felt like a reset button—a way to get past constant strings of lapses in judgment that had been plaguing me since I walked up to him at the art show. It would be our secret—one that we always shared, but never revisited.

  “There’s nobody here—right?” I looked up at the massive iron gate that led to the estate I had been to so many times when I was younger.

  “No.” He shook his head back and forth. “ Dylan only visits on the weekends, and those visits are usually brief—you already know where Victoria and Shaina are.”

  “Yeah…” I sighed and nodded.

  Bryant’s son was the only one of his kids that still visited Carson Cove r
egularly, mainly because the university he was attending was fairly close. I had seen Dylan in town a couple of times, but we never said more than hey—which was still more than he ever said to me when I was visiting his family’s estate. Bryant’s daughters were hundreds of miles away at different universities—they only came home for long holidays and a couple of months during the summer. Victoria planned to return to Carson Cove after graduation. Shaina was in law school—and had no intentions of moving back after she was done.

  “Ready to go inside?” Bryant pulled the car into the garage and killed the engine.

  “I…” Every reason why I shouldn’t hit me all at once.

  Bryant didn’t let the hesitation linger long enough for it to fester and change my mind. He leaned over and started kissing me. That put all of my focus firmly on the desires that had been tearing at me since I got out of his car the previous night. His lips made mine smolder, and I melted into the kiss. He pulled me close, and I pushed him back—not because I wanted the kiss to end, but because I wanted to be closer to him.

  There’s no way I can stop now—the desires have consumed every rational thought I could ever have.

  I crawled over into Bryant’s seat, and he pushed his seat back as I straddled him. Our kiss got more intense, and when I sank into his lap, I could feel his cock throbbing in his pants. My panties were saturated, and my dress started to ride up when I spread my legs across his thighs. Bryant put his hands on my calves—moved them slowly up to my ass—and wrapped his fingers around my panties. My pulse was racing—my heart was beating harder than it had ever beat before.

  “Maybe we don’t have to go inside…” Bryant exhaled sharply and pulled my panties down far enough to start rubbing my pussy from behind.

  “Wait…” I moaned, and the pleasure started to flood my system. “I don’t want to lose my virginity in a car.”

  “You’re—still a virgin?” Bryant’s head snapped back, and his finger stopped moving.

  “It’s okay. I know what I want…” I pushed myself back against the steering wheel and traced his cock through his pants.

  Bryant opened the car door and helped me out. His lips found mine as soon as he stood, and he started pushing me towards the door that led to the house. The key went into the lock, and then we were inside the house—our lips never separated—Bryant’s tongue ravaged my mouth as I continued to sink further into the overwhelming lust that had taken hold of me. He pressed me against the counter in the kitchen—his hands went under my dress and pulled my panties down to my knees. I tensed up when his hand moved between my legs, and his finger started to rub my clit. I squirmed against the counter, and my panties fell further down my legs—then they were around my ankles and barely hanging on.

  “How do you feel about losing your virginity in a kitchen?” He moved his lips to my neck and started rubbing my clit faster.

  “It’s—not preferred,” I moaned and arched my back against the counter as I kicked my panties off.

  “The living room?” Bryant pulled me forward and then started pushing me towards the doorway that separated his enormous kitchen from the spacious living room—he didn’t stop until I was against the back of the couch—and then his finger started moving faster.

  “You’re going to make me come before I even get a chance to think about it.” My mouth opened wide, and I felt my body shudder.

  “You’re going to come so many times tonight that you won’t even remember your own damn name.” He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear.

  “Oh god…” My muscles tensed up, and I felt the pressure swelling inside me.

  Bryant kissed his way down to my shoulder—then he pulled at my dress. His finger kept swirling around my clit and sending currents of euphoria through my entire body. I couldn’t even think. I just let the pleasure take charge and drive me towards the pleasure I craved. The pressure began to release, and my knees buckled, but I fell against him. The orgasm made my body shake as the bliss released the endorphins into my veins.

  He kept his finger moving until the orgasm faded, and then he began to remove my dress. I tried to unbutton his shirt, but my fingers were still shaking. My dress slid down my curves, and my bra was exposed—he kissed my breasts through the satin while he unfastened it. The instant my nipples were exposed, I felt his tongue on my right one—he kissed and caressed it until it was hard nub and then moved over to the left one. It got the same treatment, and the tingling sensation returned as the desire roared to life again.

  “Has anyone ever tasted you?” Bryant lifted his head up and his eyes locked on mine.

  “No.” I shook my head back and forth and felt my pussy twinge as I imagined it.

  “I think it’s time for that to change.” He took my hand and led me around to the front of the couch as my dress slid down a little more.

  Bryant pulled me into his arms and finished sliding my dress to the floor. He pressed his lips to mine and our tongues intertwined as he pulled me down to the couch. His lips finally broke from mine and he teased my skin—then he slowly slid to the floor between my thighs. He pulled me forward, forced my legs apart, and let his tongue swirl against the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thighs.

  The couch was so big that I was almost flat when I leaned back against the cushion. Bryant kept his tongue moving against my skin, and each sweltering kiss got closer to my pussy. I could feel the heat from his breath—feel the lust that was left behind from the pleasure he had already brought me—and then I felt his tongue on the lips that no man had tasted before. His tongue pushed them apart, and the tip penetrated my pussy. I sucked air into my lungs as he penetrated me, and then he started to kiss his way up to my clit. His fingers pushed the hood away, and then I felt an enormous sensation of pleasure as his tongue danced around the sensitive nerve endings.

  “That feels amazing,” I gasped, and my back arched against the couch.

  Bryant’s finger was intense, but his tongue was magical. It was like a whole new experience that I never imagined could feel so good. Other girls had talked about it—I listened and nodded along like I agreed, even though I had no idea if it was as good as they said. It was—and it was way better than they described. It made me float on a cloud of euphoria while the intensity of the pleasure made me writhe. Bryant held me in place while his tongue moved in quick circles around the hard knot that formed. The pressure built up so fast that it made my head spin—but I didn’t want that feeling to end. It was almost better than the release his finger delivered—I wanted to feel it as long as possible before the orgasm came.

  “Please don’t stop—oh god, please—it feels so good!” I put my hand on his shoulder, and my arm started to shake.

  No—not yet! Please, I’m not ready to come…

  I might not have wanted the pleasure to end, but there was no way I could stop the storm that was ready to blow through me. The feeling was just too intense to stave off the inevitable. The pressure built and built until I was squirming so much Bryant had to actually force me to stay in position. My hips bucked against him. My nails dug into his shoulder. My breathing was so hurried that it got caught in my throat—along with moans. That forced me to gasp for air—and then the pressure released in the midst of the tornado that was making my desire spin inside my body.

  “I’m coming—fuck…” My hips lifted up and bucked several times as the bliss ripped through my soul.

  The orgasm was intense, but it didn’t peak as fast as the others. It was like a slow build towards magnificence—followed by a peak that didn’t immediately spiral towards the last throe of pleasure. I was wrong when I assumed that it felt better to experience it rather than come. The orgasm it brought was a whole different level of bliss. I ascended to another plane of existence where the pleasure became jagged and mesmerizing.

  My eyes rolled back in my head, and my vision went black. I wasn’t unconscious. My body just didn’t know how to process any of the other senses. It was like I could taste the pleasure—smell the
pleasure—hear the pleasure—and see pure euphoria while my body experienced it in a way that was impossible to imagine without actually living the moment with his tongue against my clit. I peaked for so long that everything inside me went numb when the orgasm finally began to fade.

  “Oh, dear god,” I exhaled sharply as my senses started to return to normal.

  “Did you like that?” Bryant kissed my inner thighs and worked his way up my body before he dropped down beside me on the couch.

  “Yes…” I nodded weakly and felt him pull me into his arms. “That was incredible.”

  It was still daylight—I could see the light through the window—but I was so exhausted from the orgasm that my eyelids didn’t want to stay open. I finally let them close for a couple of minutes—and was awakened my Bryant’s lips on my neck. I didn’t think I would be able to come again. I wasn’t sure I could even lift my arms. Bryant slowly caressed my skin with the tips of his fingers, and then followed every stroke with a light kiss.

  His touch slowly pulled me back to reality—it made my breathing get heavier, and my pulse race. That gave me a second wind that I didn’t expect, but I wasn’t going to let it go to waste with another orgasm that would sap the remnants of strength I managed to find. It was time for Bryant to let me tease and torture him a little bit—that would give my body more time to recover before he took my innocence—and I had no doubt that he was going to do it before the night was over.

  “I shouldn’t be the only one naked.” I bit down on my bottom lip and grinned as I started pulling on Bryant’s tie while my fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

  “I guess it’s only fair.” He put his hand the knotted part of his tie.

  “No, I’ll do it.” I pushed his hand away. “You got to undress me—it’s my turn.”

  “Okay.” He smiled and let his hand fall away.

  I knew Bryant had a gorgeous physique. I spent my teenage years trying to sneak a peek without gawking—I’m sure I gawked a time or two, but I did my best to be sly about it. I pulled his tie until it was loose; then kept tugging until it unraveled from his neck. I finally got to see his beautiful ink up close when I started unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned forward so I could strip it off. The sight of his muscular physique was enough to make my pussy get wetter—if that was possible—it definitely reacted with a tingle that made me shudder.