by Reana Malori
Kane had heard all this before. This was her argument every time he brought up the subject. It was always about their jobs. He knew she had issues with her public image, and always trying to be that perfect person for everyone. Everyone except herself. He didn’t give a fuck about their jobs. He’d already started thinking about opening his own firm, or maybe joining another large DC office and leaving Reed, Oliff & Porter. Sure, they’d made him partner, but he’d worked his ass off for that. They hadn’t given that to him for free. He didn’t owe his life to that firm. But he also knew how much Joy loved working there, so he had to think about that. He could admit that he was usually a very selfish man. But to openly have Joy by his side without lying about what she meant to him and sneaking around, he was more than happy to make a change.
“Joy, you’re not going to win this argument. Sweetheart, do you realize what you’re asking me to do when you refuse to go public? You’re not my dirty little secret.” Kane rubbed his hand along her bare leg, going only so far as the bottom of her shorts near the top of her thigh. “Not that I want other men looking at you, but when I go to these events and have to show my face, not having you by my side doesn’t feel right.”
“I’m not ready. We’re still too new.”
Kane knew that was a bullshit excuse and told her so. “Stop lying to me and stop lying to yourself. This is not about how long we’ve been together. I think you want to keep us on the down-low because you are afraid of what will happen if I lose my mind one day. That I’ll somehow turn into your ex-boyfriend.”
Sitting up straight, Joy began to shake her head in denial. “No. No. That’s not it at all. I know you’re not him.”
“Then why do you keep treating our relationship as if I am? I know what I want. I know who I want. I would never allow a job to dictate to me who I can be with, or who I can fall in love with. This,” he motioned between the two of them, “is between the two of us.” Leaning his head back on the couch, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Kane didn’t want to fight with her about this. Maybe it was she who was ashamed of him. The thought jarred him, and he lifted his head to stare at her face. “I have a question for you. If we didn’t work at the same office, would you still feel the same? Would you still want to keep our relationship private, not letting people know we were together?”
Joy sat in silence as she returned his gaze. Her head turned away for just a few seconds, but at that moment, Kane knew that he was onto something.
“Fuck,” he spat out. “I can’t believe this shit.”
“Wait, Kane. Don’t be angry.” Joy lifted from her seated position and climbed over his lap so that she was straddling him. “You took that the wrong way. I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not true. I’m not ashamed to be seen with you. If you remember just a few moments ago I bragged about how often we go out with your friends.”
“Yeah. My friends.”
Joy sighed as she trailed a hand down his jaw, brushing along his beard. “Did I ever tell you about why my ex-boyfriend and I broke up?”
“You told me he’d cheated on you.”
Nodding her head, she bit her bottom lip. “There was more to it than that. What he did took a part of me and turned it into something ugly and desperate. Not only did he cheat on me with another woman in our bed, but he blamed me for his infidelity. According to him, it was my fault he had to go looking for some strange, new pussy. If I had only been a better girlfriend. If my career hadn’t always come between us, he wouldn’t have felt so lonely. If only I hadn’t felt like a cold, dead fish when we were in bed, he would have stayed faithful. It never would have entered his mind that someone else could make him feel like a man when I didn’t.”
Kane’s hands tightened along her flesh. Anger rushed through his body as he listened to Joy share her hurt. “I’ll fucking kill him.” How could that piece of shit say those things to her? It was still impacting her, and now it was influencing their relationship. “Don’t punish me for what that asshole did or said. I’m not him, Joy. The way you respond to me when we’re making love has proven that you’re not the problem. It was the boy pretending to be a man who didn’t know how to fuck you right.” Shifting his hands, he put them inside the waistband of her shorts, grabbing her bare ass and squeezing. “You are more than enough for me. Every time I sink inside your pussy, I’m reminded of just how perfect you are for me. When I wake up in the morning with you lying next to me in bed, I thank God you didn’t run out of that restaurant screaming. Don’t make me pay for the mistakes of someone who came before me.”
Joy grabbed his face with both hands leaning down to softly kiss his lips. As their hips began to roll, Kane deepened their contact, taking control of her mouth with his. One of his hands pulled on her shorts and grabbed a chunk of her thick hair, controlling her movements as she dry humped him on the couch. His cock thickened within his sweatpants as her thick body writhed on top of him. Everything about her turned him the fuck on. No matter how many times he had her, Kane knew he would never get enough.
The hands gripping her hair clenched tighter and pulled her head back. Kane’s eyes roamed along her face, neck, and chest. He loved every inch of her but knew she wasn’t ready for that admission just yet. From everything she just told him, she still doubted if they would last.
“I’m sorry,” Joy whimpered as the pull of his hand tightened even further.
“That’s not good enough, Sweetheart. This time, Daddy needs you to prove to me you just how much you mean that.”
CHAPTER 9
Kane
HE WANTED HER TO STOP fighting him. Stubborn wasn’t a strong enough word to describe his woman. How she continued to think he would change who he was and risk losing the only woman who made him feel this way was beyond him. Frustration rolled through his body as he replayed their conversation in his head. That her warm pussy continued to press and rub against his thick member as she sat spread-eagle on his lap only made him angrier. No matter how much she pissed him off, he never stopped wanting her. Needing her.
“I want you to ride this dick, Kitten. I want you to show me how sorry you are for doubting me. I want your pussy to apologize to me for even thinking about comparing me to another man. Now stand up, get naked, and give me what I need.”
Removing his fingers from her hair, Kane waited until she lifted from his lap to stand in front of him. He removed his t-shirt, tossing it to the side, not bothering to note where it landed. Watching Joy remove her shorts and tank top, Kane licked his lips in anticipation. Dropping his eyes to her pussy, his mouth watered as he thought about tasting her. Over the past few months, she’d become his favorite meal, and he was feeling quite hungry.
Leaning over, she ran a hand over his bare chest. The feel of her soft touch on his skin caused his stomach muscles to clench tight. Her fingers traced a pattern from his collar bone down to his navel, following the pattern of dark brown hair that disappeared below the waistband of his gray sweatpants. Giving him a seductive smile, she began to pull his pants down, pulling his thick cock out of the material.
“Is that all for me?” she asked with a smile.
“Damn right it is. Now climb on top.” He helped Joy settle back on his lap, their lips connecting in a wet kiss, their hands groping each other as they clawed at bare skin. She was so dripping wet for him, and it only took one thrust to set himself inside. They both moaned loudly as he slid his way to heaven. Kane gripped her thigh with one strong hand, pulling her body down as he lifted, their bodies fighting to get closer. He couldn’t slow down or soften his brutal assault on her pussy. She would learn to never question how much he wanted her or needed her. When her ecstasy filled sighs became squeals of delight, which then became screams of pleasure, Kane smiled.
“Lift your knees up,” he panted. “Come closer,” he demanded. Once her feet were planted on the cushions, he increased his power and speed. Kane powered into her body with savage force. Imprinting the feel of him on her body and mind. And sti
ll, he went deeper. Her quivering muscles contracted around him, squeezing his hard flesh, staking her own claim. “Yes, baby. This is what I need. Cum all over Daddy’s dick. I’m never gonna stop fucking you. This pussy is ruined for any man but me.” Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was lax as her body bounced on top of his. With one well-placed slap on the thickest part of her ass, he had her attention back where it belonged. On him.
“Look at me when I’m fucking you. You will keep your eyes on me as you break apart, your pussy juices flowing all over me. Do you hear me, Kitten?” Gripping her ass with both hands, he rested his forehead against hers as they continued staring into each other’s eyes. “I know what you feel for me, because I feel the same. Don’t be afraid. I got you.”
She whimpered as her body began to shudder and shake.
“Tell me what I want from you,” he asked.
Joy shook her head to deny him.
“Kitten. I will stop fucking you and leave your sexy ass hanging for the rest of the day.”
“Kane. Please.”
She wasn’t begging for more. No. She was begging him to not make her admit what they both knew to be true. There was no way in hell he’d let her get away with it. Not today, with his feelings for her teetering on the tip of his tongue.
“Tell. Me. What. I Want. From. You.” Battling his need to release inside her clenching channel, he forced the words out. At her continued silence, he stopped moving his hips and began to lift her body from his.
Her arms clasped tighter around his neck. “No! What the fuck, Kane? Keep moving.”
Freezing in place, halfway removed from her wet sheath, he called upon a strength he never knew he had. “Give it to me, or we stop right now,” he ground out in a raw tone. Joy stared at him, wetness filling her eyes, and then she nodded.
“Tell me, Kitten. What do I want from you?”
“... Everything.”
“And you will give it to me,” he growled. Kane slammed her body down at the same time he drove his hips upward. His hips moved faster as he plunged into her. Joy moaned and screamed his name as her sex rippled and contracted around his engorged member. Kane felt her walls pulsing as she milked him, forcing the cum from his body. He drove into her heated core even faster, until Joy’s body seized up and her pussy convulsed around him. The warmth of her release flowed over him, and he could swear he saw stars and heard the angels sing. His orgasm powered through him like a freight train, his hands pressing her down tighter against him as their bodies shivered in the aftermath.
Collapsing against the back of the couch, he took a moment to catch his breath. His heart raced from the exertion. If he died of a heart attack, at least he’d go as a happy man with a smile on his face.
“You belong to me, Joy. Whatever happened in your past no longer matters. Especially not when it comes to what we have between the two of us. You need to let go of all the bullshit holding you back. You promised me everything, and that’s what I want. No more excuses.” Kane knew he was being harsh, but the time had passed for taking things slow.
“But, Kane, what about my job? I don’t want everyone making assumptions.”
“Don’t worry about that. We’ll figure it out, sweetheart. You let me worry about that.”
As they lay together on the couch, Kane thought about what his next steps would be. First thing, he needed to get them both in the shower. “Come on, Baby. Let’s get cleaned up.” Lifting her from the couch, he shuffled down the hallway, his sweats gathered towards the bottom of his feet.
“Don’t drop me,” she squealed into his neck.
“Woman! Did you just call me weak? When have I ever dropped you?”
Her body shook from laughter. “Never,” she giggled. He jostled her, and she flailed for a bit before clamping her legs and arms around him even tighter. “Kane,” she yelled. “You better stop.”
Continuing down the hallway, he couldn’t help but join in. Hell, if she was happy, then he was fucking ecstatic. Reaching the master bathroom, he slid her down his body. His semi-hard shaft brushed against her clit causing her to shiver.
“Don’t start nothing you can’t finish,” she teased, before turning on the shower and testing the water temperature.
Kane took a few minutes to remove the remainder of his clothes. Holding his member in one hand, he stroked the flesh as it began to thicken. Her thick ass tempted him, called to him, and enticed him to take her every way he could. A wicked smile came over his face as he pictured all the ways he could make her scream.
“Hey, Baby,” he called out.
“Yeah.” Joy stepped into the shower and glanced over to him. “Are you coming inside?”
Oh, he was definitely going to come inside. “Guess what time it is?”
Confusion covered her face as water flowed over her body. “Um, I’m not sure. What time is it?”
Climbing inside the shower with her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. One hand traveled down to her clit and pinched the bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger. Joy moaned, allowing her head to fall back on his shoulder. Her legs widened, giving him better access to her quim.
“It’s noon. The perfect time for lunch.” Turning her body, he pressed her back against the wall. “Don’t move.” Kneeling on the shower floor, Kane lifted one of Joy’s legs, placing it on his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss at the top of her slit. Joy’s hips canted towards him, but she didn’t say anything. Kane wrapped one arm around her thigh, dipped his head, and licked her from back to front. Her taste exploded on his tongue, and his dick hardened. He suckled her clit into his mouth, using his tongue to flick against the hardened flesh. Releasing the flesh with a smack, he grinned up at her. “Tastiest fucking treat I’ve ever had. Now, don’t interrupt me while I’m eating. You know I don’t like to talk when my mouth is full.”
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered above him as he dove back in.
CHAPTER 10
Joy
KANE WAS UP TO SOMETHING. He’d been sneakier than usual lately, keeping odd hours during the day, then hiding away in his home office. These past few weeks, he’d been working extra late on a special project with Bobby Cooke, his friend, and recently promoted partner at the firm they worked at. The two of them were even having lunch together at least two times per week. Her lunches with Kane were sacred, damnit!
Tapping a finger on her desk, she stared blankly at her computer screen. She wanted to know what the hell was going on. It wasn’t that she was worried about Kane’s attention being given to another woman. No, that wasn’t it at all. When he wasn’t with Bobby, he was with her. Or all up inside her. Either way, infidelity wasn’t the issue.
Joy knew this had something to do with the two of them taking their relationship public. He no longer pushed as hard as he did before, but occasionally, he’d make a passing comment about how their time was coming soon. Or he’d smile and tell her how he couldn’t wait until he could prance her through the hallways of their firm and tell everyone to suck it.
Her desk phone rang, and she blindly reached over to pick it up. “Joy Young.”
“What the hell is up with your man? Dude is out of his mind for you.” Mercy yelled into the phone, laughter in her voice.
“Um, what are you talking about? What do you know?” Now she knew he was up to something. “What did he do?” Her friend suddenly became silent, and Joy stood from her chair, ready to storm down to Kane’s office.
“Um... listen. I’m just trippin’. You know me. He’s just taking all your time and I never get to see you anymore. You know, like we used to. Just thinking we need a girl’s night.”
Joy listened to the backtracking and ‘oh shitness’ coming out her friend’s mouth. Schemers. Both of them. Nope. All three of them. Because after this phone call, she was positive Kane, Bobby, and Mercy were all in this together. “You know, Mercy. I never told anyone that you came home drunk every weekend for six months, or about what happened in Cancu
n with that fine ass dude with the big... boat.”
Mercy screeched in her ear, “You better shut your mouth, Joy. You swore a blood oath!”
Sucking her teeth, she ignored that little statement. Mercy was gonna tell Joy what she knew, or she’d throw a damn fit up in this office. “No, I sure as hell did not. That’s a lie. We only said the words, but I’m not mixing my blood with yours, especially when your blood alcohol content was constantly over the limit. Now, I’m not playing with you, Mercy. Tell me what you know.”
“Joy,” she whined. “You’re gonna get me in trouble. I promised I’d keep it a secret.”
Aha! She knew it. “Who nursed you back to health that time you had the super-flu in sophomore year?”
“You,” Mercy grumbled.
“Yup. And who pretended to be your lesbian lover on more than one occasion when we didn’t want any dudes hitting on us? Hmmm? Who was that, Mercy?” Joy was playing dirty, but she didn’t care.
“Damn, Joy. You’re just ruthless. Fine, I’ll tell you. But your man promised me something if I kept this secret. I still want it. Just because you’re using blackmail to get your way doesn’t mean it’s my fault. And... I want to be the godmother of your baby.” Mercy cackled.
“What? I’m not having a baby,” she screeched.
“You say that now. Okay, are you sitting down?”
Oh, fuck. Joy sat in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment. “I am now.”
THAT FOOLISH, CRAZY, insane, wild, amazing, wonderful, remarkable man. Joy was so angry with Kane, but she also knew that she loved him. Tears fell down her face as she power-walked to his office. People gave her funny looks as she passed them, but no one dared stop her. Clearly, she was on a mission.
