Revenge & More

by Tanya Kelly

  Her finger trailed across his lips. “I guess you’ll have to do it now,” she whispered. “’Cause I can’t take any more teasing. I really need to come.”

  Damon groaned and covered her mouth with his, sucking her tongue deep. He could taste the lime from her vodka and tonic mixed with the berry flavor of her lip gloss. She melted into him as he devoured her mouth in the open parking lot.

  Common sense returned as she swayed like a delicate flower in the wind. “Let’s get you home,” he said, dragging his lips from hers.

  “Oh, goodie,” she replied and licked her lips.

  Damon laughed and kept his arm around her, leading her to his car. Once he’d gotten her seated inside and did up the seat belt, he got into the driver’s seat and roared out of the parking lot. He could feel Kim’s eyes on him as he drove. She leaned closer, placing her hand on his leg, dangerously close to his dick.

  “I really like your car,” she said, trying to sound seductive which was hard when she suddenly hiccupped loudly. Damon chuckled again.

  “You’re cute when you’re drunk,” he said.

  “Cute?” Kim raised her eyebrows. Then she leaned forward a bit more, her hand riding up his leg until it was over the crotch of pants. “Just cute?” she asked coyly.

  Damon pushed her hand away, despite the overwhelming urge to let her play. “Not just cute. Sexy, beautiful, and so very fuckable. But also completely inebriated and probably going to regret everything about this night when you sober up.”

  With a pouty expression, Kim removed her hand from his lap and sat back in her seat. She shot him a withering look before turning away and looking out the window. Damon made the drive in record time to her house and jumped out to help her out of the car. He grinned when he opened the door and found her fast asleep against the seat.

  “Kim, honey. Wake up.” He gave her a small shake and she stirred slightly, opening unfocused eyes.

  “Tired,” she mumbled and promptly closed them.

  “Come on, let’s get you inside.” Damon lifted her from the car and propped her up next to him. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face into his neck, breathing deeply.

  “You smell so good,” she whispered.

  Damon groaned at the sweet movement of her lips against his neck when she spoke. He tensed when he felt her wet tongue give a soft lick followed by a sucking kiss.

  “You taste good, too,” she murmured.

  Damon’s entire body responded, including his cock. Fuck, how much he wanted her. He scooped her in his arms, slamming the car door shut with his foot and strode to the front door.

  “Keys,” he demanded.

  Kim fumbled for her keys in her purse. “Got ’em.” She pulled them out triumphantly and dangled them in front of his face.

  Putting her down, he grabbed the keys from her hand then unlocked the door before scooping her up again and carrying her inside. She snuggled into him as he kicked the door shut behind them. He strode toward the living room visible from the entranceway. The house was modern and sleek, decorated beautifully, which didn’t surprise him. Kim had always had good taste.

  He laid her down on the couch but she held tight to his neck. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

  Damon stared into her eyes and warred with himself, knowing the alcohol was talking. But damn, he wanted her so badly. Her eyes were clear and focused on him, her lips soft and inviting.

  He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, the barest of touches. She moaned softly and arched her back, begging for more. Damon smoothed a loose tendril of hair away from her face, his fingers brushing her cheek and then stroking her lips. She gave him that look, and he was transported back to the first time they’d met.

  He’d been having a few beers at the local watering hole when Kim had come in with a couple friends. He’d been playing pool with another guy but watched her, unable to take his eyes off her. She was beautiful and had a smile that lit up the room. Their eyes locked and she sent that smile his way and he remembered how it felt like he’d been bathed in sunlight.

  When he’d won the game of pool, Kim had plopped some change down on the table and fixed him with a flirty smile. “Care to play with me?”

  The question was loaded with double meaning and his inner voice warned him he would lose and not the game of pool. Everything about her screamed good girl playing at being naughty. But Damon was never one to back away from a challenge and she’d succeeded in intriguing him. If she wanted to play with fire, who was he not to strike the match.

  They played the game of pool along with the game of seduction. Kim was actually quite good and the game was a close one. “I think I’ve met my match,” he said as he chalked his pool cue standing so close he could smell her shampoo. She only smiled in response and bent over to take her shot, her ass inches away from his cock.

  He hardened immediately, especially as images of fucking over the pool table came to mind. Everything about her turned him on. The long legs, perfect ass, small but not too small tits and that honey blonde hair that fell over her one blue eye as she looked back at him and winked. She seemed perfectly aware of the effect she was having on him as her gaze lowered and took in his erection.

  It was the same look she was giving him now. Seductive and inviting. Kim wasn’t much different than him. They both knew when they wanted something and were stubborn as hell about it. Right now, it appeared she wanted him.

  But he couldn’t be sure if the alcohol was the culprit or she was just ready to admit to the attraction between them. And he wanted to be sure.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” he asked and watched her face light up in a smile.

  “Upstairs.”

  Damon picked up again as if she was light as a feather and carried her upstairs. She pointed to the far door down the hall. The room was very feminine in soft grays with a teal accent wall and it suited her personality. He pulled back the covers before depositing her on the large king size bed.

  “Be right back,” he said.

  “Hurry,” she replied, perched on her elbows, which jutted her beautiful tits out.

  Damon went back downstairs and opened the fridge, finding a bottle of water. Then he searched her cupboards until he found some Advil.

  When he walked back in the room, the Advil fell from his hand at the sight in front of him. Kim was in the same position he’d left her. Lying on the bed supported by her forearms, only she didn’t have a stitch of clothes on.

  Her small but perfect breasts were firm and high, the nipples peaked and begging for attention. His gaze travelled down the flatness of her belly and stopped, riveted by her beautiful pussy. She was completely bare and he ached to spread her legs and run his tongue up along her slit as she arched her back. He would swirl his tongue around her swollen clit while driving his fingers inside her, bringing her to the verge of climax before stopping and doing it again. Only when she begged for mercy would he finally sink his cock deep into her tight, wet pussy. He remembered all too well how she loved to beg for his cock.

  Kim smiled from the bed and cocked her head. “Damon, please,” was all she said and he grabbed the bottle of Advil from the floor and strode across the room. His gaze once again traced every part of her body from head to toe as if memorizing exactly what she looked like at this very moment. Then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

  “You need to take this.” He opened the bottle of Advil and passed her one. She took it, confusion on her face. Then he opened the bottle of water and held it out to her. “You’re going to have a hangover tomorrow if you don’t drink some water and take one.”

  “I’m not drunk, Damon. I’m horny and I’m afraid Advil isn’t going to help.”

  Damon couldn’t stop himself. He reached out and ran his finger across her nipple. She moaned and the bud peaked even more. “Be a good girl and do as I say.”

  “Be a good boy and touch me again and I’ll listen,” she declared.

  With slow deliberate movements
, he skimmed his finger over the top of her breast and circled her areola before finally rubbing the sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes and breathed in deep. He pinched the nipple between his finger and thumb.

  “Take it,” he instructed.

  She opened her eyes and smiled then popped the pill in her mouth. She lifted the water bottle to her lips and drank. Damon tortured himself further, using both hands to tease her nipples. She gasped and a small amount of water dribbled from her mouth before she swallowed. He watched the movements in her slender throat and his cock throbbed, wishing it was his come she was swallowing.

  “A little more water,” he said, knowing it would help her hangover the next day.

  “I think I need a bit more encouragement,” she whispered and parted her legs, giving him a nice up-close look at her glistening pink pussy.

  He hesitated again. He’d never taken advantage of a woman in a drunken state but she honestly didn’t appear intoxicated like she’d been at the bar. And he was a man. How much more abstinence could he take in the face of such temptation?

  He trailed one finger from her breast down the slope of her midsection, pausing at her belly button. “Drink,” he said and tilted the water bottle up.

  He watched as she drank more obediently and moved lower. His fingers so close. They itched to delve into her folds. Kim closed her eyes and arched her hips, seeking his touch.

  He wanted her. His cock was going to burst from his pants. She was within his grasp, inviting him to fuck her. Giving herself to him.

  So why did he hesitate? Because he didn’t want her like this. Yes, he wanted her begging and pleading for him, but when her head was completely clear. Before he could change his mind, he grabbed the blanket and covered her. Her eyes flew open, a frown on her beautiful lips. He didn’t trust himself to touch her but he leaned over her, their lips inches apart.

  “What time are you off work tomorrow?”

  “W–what?” she stammered, confusion in her face.

  “Tomorrow. What time are you done?”

  “Um, about six.”

  “Okay. I’ll meet you after work and we’ll talk.” Against his better judgment, he leaned closer and kissed her. The barest of touches.

  “And we’ll finish this, too.”

  Without another word, he turned and strode from the room, swearing under his breath. Fuck! She would be the death of him. Dead from blue balls.

  In order to lock the door behind him, he took her house key, hoping she had another. He drove home quickly, not caring if he got a speeding ticket. As soon as he walked in the door, Damon poured a drink and sat at his desk, a clear picture of Kim, stretched naked across her bed filled his mind.

  They’d had a pretty intense relationship twenty years ago, at least he’d thought so until she moved on so quickly. He needed to get a grip on his emotions if he was going to have the upper hand this time.

  With a sigh, he tossed back the rest of his drink and turned out the lights, heading for his bedroom and a cold shower. Tomorrow, he promised himself, he would get his plan back on track.

  * * * *

  Kim woke the next morning to the sound of her alarm and quickly hit snooze. She always set her alarm almost a half hour early since she was guilty of hitting snooze at least twice, sometimes more. She was so not a morning person.

  She snuggled into her pillow, wanting desperately to go back to her dream. Why did the alarm always have to wake you up at a good part?

  In her dream, Damon was next to her, lazily stroking her naked body. First he’d teased her nipples until she’d been breathless before he’d finally moved lower, his fingers just about to touch her where she ached the worst when the stupid alarm had gone off. Kim squeezed her thighs together, putting pressure on her over sensitive clit and groaned. The dream had been different than usual. It had felt so real. So real in fact, she was still incredibly aroused. Okay, maybe just this once, she would indulge in a little solo sex with Damon as the starring actor.

  Kim sat up to reach for her favorite vibrator from the drawer in her night stand when she noticed the bottle of Advil sitting on top of it.

  “Shit!” she cried and buried her face back in her pillow as the details from last night came back to her. It hadn’t been a dream at all but a reality. Yes, she’d been feeling pretty good but not enough for her to be fuzzy this morning. She remembered everything and knew exactly what she’d been doing last night in her desperate attempt to seduce him.

  Oh my God. Mortification burned through her veins. She was truly the weakest person ever when it came to Damon. Her alarm sounded again and this time Kim turned it off and sat up before burying her face in her hands. After wallowing a few more minutes in self-pity, she grabbed the bottle of water and finished it off before heading toward the bathroom.

  She glanced in the mirror and recoiled from the image. Talk about looking rough. It wasn’t like the movies. When you went to bed with makeup, you didn’t wake up looking like it had been freshly applied. She turned on the shower and grabbed her fluffy robe. Maybe she could wash away her shame the same way she washed off makeup.

  Doubt it.

  But as the shower cleared her head, she realized something. While she’d been kinda drunk last night, she also knew it wasn’t just the alcohol that made her get naked and beg Damon for sex. She wanted him. Something fierce. Alcohol had just given her the false bravado to ask for it. Which was strange because she wasn’t a shy person—about anything. She was a strong believer that woman should go after what they wanted, sex included.

  It hadn’t always been that way. Growing up she was insecure and a bit of follower. She listened to her parents, followed her friends blindly, and when she had a boyfriend, pretty much did everything to keep them happy so they wouldn’t leave her. But when she’d finally left home, she made every effort to change her life completely.

  It had taken a while to get rid of the shackles of her old life but slowly she began to find herself. Now, those who knew her today, considered Kim a confident woman. Perhaps a bit too confident and bordering on arrogant. She knew that was because if she dug deep, there was still a small part of insecurity buried inside which she hid with a cocky attitude. For some reason, that insecurity came out when she was around Damon.

  Damn it! That would end. Today. She shampooed her hair vigorously with renewed determination. She was not the same person he knew years ago and it was time he saw that. There was no denying the chemistry between them.

  So fuck it…or fuck him to be more precise.

  When she was attracted to someone and wanted to have sex with him, she would. Always safely, of course, and she never hurt anyone because she made her expectations clear. This thing with Damon wasn’t any different. She would make her expectations clear that all she was interested in was sex. She was fairly certain she would grow bored in no time, like she always did. The only reason she couldn’t get Damon out of her mind was denying herself the pleasure. He became some unattainable object that only made her want him more. Besides, the man was only in town on a business for a short time, which suited her perfectly.

  Everybody wants what they can’t have. I’ll have it and in no time, I won’t want it anymore.

  She smiled as she rinsed her hair, anxious for the day to start and go fast. Six o’clock couldn’t come soon enough. Now that she’d given herself permission to do all sorts of delicious things to Damon’s body, the anticipation was killing her.

  Chapter Four

  The doorbell rang minutes before seven just as Kim finished applying her lip gloss. She glanced in the mirror, satisfied with the results. She’d gotten home just after six and had taken a quick shower, reapplied a bit of makeup, brushed her hair until it shone and changed into a pair of worn jeans and off the shoulder cream top – no bra. The results were casual yet sexy, especially when she thought of the night to come and her nipples puckered through the shirt.

  Glancing around the room to make sure everything was neat and tidy, she moved to an
swer the door. Even though she was expecting Damon, her pulse still accelerated seeing him standing there. Her eyes raked over him. He really was delicious. Dark denim jeans hugged his thighs and a light blue button up shirt and navy blazer brought out his eyes. Hello, Mr. GQ.

  “Hi,” was all he said. “I brought supper.” He lifted a bag and gave her a heart-stopping smile.

  “Thanks. Come in,” Kim replied, sounding formal. She stepped aside for him to enter the small hallway.

  He entered her space and she inhaled his scent. He had a five o’clock shadow which she’d always found incredibly sexy, especially as she imagined the feeling of it brushing against the inside of her legs.

  Damon’s eyes darkened as if reading her thoughts and Kim quickly remembered her manners.

  “Um, let’s go to the kitchen.”

  God! She was nervous. She needed to calm down. When they reached the kitchen, Kim took the bag from him.

  “What have you got here?”

  “I had the kitchen put together some takeout for us.”

  “Smells delicious. Can I offer you a drink first?”

  “There’s some wine in there, too. If you feel up to a glass of wine that is,” he replied with a wink.

  Kim blushed, memories of the night before resurfacing. “Yes, but I think I’ll keep it to a glass or two at most,” she teased back.

  She grabbed the wine glasses and passed Damon the wine opener. He poured them each a glass while Kim pulled out the food. Wow, there was a feast in here.

  He leaned close while she pulled lids off the various containers.

  “I believe they packed up some wild mushroom soup, salad, and sausage gnocchi.”

  The smells wafted through the kitchen, making her mouth water. “This looks amazing.”

  She turned to thank him but found him standing directly behind her, mere inches between them.