by Tanya Kelly
Damon showed her into the library so she could set up her laptop and left her alone. She really didn’t have anything to review, only needed some space. After staring blankly at the computer for a bit, she jumped at the sound of her cell phone.
Kim sighed when she saw the caller ID and debated ignoring it. But she’d been doing that way too much lately.
“Hello,” she answered, none too enthusiastically.
“Darling, finally I get you,” came the voice of her mother, Elizabeth Morrison, sounding petulant.
“Hi Mom. I’ve been busy,” Kim replied and rolled her eyes.
She’d never had a very easy relationship with her parents when young and unfortunately time hadn’t improved it.
“Too busy to call your parents once in a while?” Elizabeth asked and Kim could hear the reproach in her words.
“How are you, Mom?” Kim asked, rather than acknowledge the comment and start fighting, which was what they usually did.
“Wonderful, dear,” her mother continued, launching into a tirade of how busy she was with community programs and the upcoming wedding of her cousin, Shannon.
Kim was an only child and had grown up the sole focus of her parents who spend very little time with each other and, in turn, suffocated their child. They had a plan mapped out for her which included marrying Robert, her high school boyfriend, and grooming him to take over her father’s company while Kim raised their children and filled her mother’s shoes.
But Kim had other ideas from a young age. She’d had an artistic flair and a zest for life. As she grew older, the life her parents planned began to look more and more like a jail sentence. But her parents had years of manipulation and guilt-ridden speeches ready to get Kim to do what they wanted. The only time she’d truly defied them was when she’d broke up with Robert and then began seeing Damon after they’d expressly forbid it.
But after Damon had left her and her parents had gotten the satisfaction of saying “I told you so,” Kim had easily been bullied back into their plan. In a haze of heartbreak, she figured she might as well marry Robert and at least make her parents happy if her own was to be denied. At the time, she couldn’t imagine loving anyone else the way she’d loved Damon. At least with Robert, there was mutual affection.
“Kim, are you listening?” Elizabeth’s voice rose a few octaves and Kim pulled the phone from her ear.
“Yes, Mom, I’m listening,” she lied.
“Then answer my question.”
“Um, sorry, I guess I missed that part. What was the question?” Kim asked, trying hard not to laugh as she imagined her mother’s indignation.
She heard a huff on the phone before Elizabeth continued, “I’d like you to come a day or two early before the wedding and spend some time with us. Can you do that?”
“I don’t know, Mom,” Kim automatically started to decline. “The store is really busy and I can’t just leave Lacey alone to handle it all.” She had agreed to attend her cousin’s wedding because she and Shannon had been close growing up. Even though Shannon was twelve years younger, Kim had babysat her cousin and was like a big sister to her. She had begged Kim to come to the wedding.
“Really, Kim, it’s just a day or two. You haven’t been home in years.”
Home. She didn’t really think of her parents’ house in Willow Lake as home anymore or never really had, if she was truthful. In all her travels, people would ask, “Where’s home?” and Kim would always shrug and say, “Not sure, still trying to find it.”
But lately if she thought of the word home, Beechfield came to mind. It was now her home.
“I’ll talk to Lacey and see what I can do,” she replied to appease her mother.
“It’s important, honey,” Elizabeth replied in a soft voice that Kim didn’t often hear. “Your father and I need to talk to you about some stuff so please, try to make the time.”
Concern immediately filled her hearing her mother’s words and the fact that she’d sounded on the verge of tears. “Mom, what is it? Is everything okay? How’s Dad?”
“Everything is fine,” her mother’s usual voice resumed. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing that can’t wait until you come down so we can talk in person. The wedding, by the way, is going to a disaster.”
Kim barely heard as her mother went on about the tasteless decision’s Shannon’s new mother-in-law to be was making. Kim knew she was lying. Her mother always got extra chipper when something was wrong. It was her motto. Ignore the bad stuff and it would hopefully go away.
After she listened for a few minutes about how Shannon was making a mistake marrying this man, Kim finally interrupted. “What’s wrong with Shannon’s fiancé, Mom?”
Elizabeth was silent for a second. “He’s different,” she finally replied as if that explained everything.
“Different how?”
“Well, he’s, umm, kind of, umm…I don’t know how to explain it exactly but him and his mother just don’t understand how we do things in this family.”
Kim rolled her eyes again for the second time in this brief conversation. Her guess was that Shannon’s fiancé wasn’t part of the Morrison golf club. Anyone not in that club and of a certain annual salary was different and not good enough.
She wondered what her parents would say if they knew Damon Black was now way over the financial threshold of the Willow Lake Golf & Country Club. Better yet, if they knew Kim was inside his apartment, fraternizing with him. She laughed out loud, picturing her parents’ expression.
“What’s so funny?” Elizabeth demanded.
“Nothing, Mom. Listen I’ve got to run but I’ll figure something out and I’ll come down early for the wedding so we can talk. Call you in a few days or so.”
After she disconnected the call, Kim checked her calendar. The wedding was in less than two weeks. It was a Saturday and she’d already stuck Lacey with both Saturday and Sunday. She’d talk to Lacey tomorrow and see if between her and their helper, she could take a couple more days off. She wondered what her parents had to discuss with her.
Kim was staring off into space and biting her lower lip worriedly when Damon came in. “You look pretty stressed. Can I help with anything?”
She smiled and closed her laptop, which she hadn’t even turned on. “No thanks. I’m good. Just finished up.”
“Perfect. Care to join me for a swim? It’s a beautiful night out.”
“Sounds lovely but I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”
Damon smiled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “And that’s a problem?”
Kim laughed. “While your terrace is pretty private, there are buildings across it that have windows.”
“Come here,” he said, taking her hand. Damon led her back out to the terrace. She noticed some white fluffy towels and a robe sitting on the chair next the pool. While it was now dark, the many lights around the terrace and in the pool would make skinny dipping without being seen impossible.
Damon turned and hit some buttons on a panel. Kim’s eyes widened in awe as the lights dimmed, bathing the area in a moonlight glow. He pressed another button and privacy curtains came down from the top railing, closing the pool off from view.
“See, all private now.” Kim shivered at the seductive sound of his voice next to her. He smiled before untying his robe and shaking it off. Damon threw it on the chair, standing gloriously naked next to her. Her eyes traveled over his toned, hard body, stopping a few seconds longer at the hardest part. His cock, partially erect, made her mouth water.
He moved to the steps and waded into the pool, letting her admire his beautiful ass. He pushed off the last step and swam to one end and back. He stood, shaking water off his dark hair and crooked an eyebrow.
“You coming in?”
She took a step forward, her body taking control. She pulled off her tank top and slithered out of her skirt, standing hesitantly in her bra and panties. Reaching behind her back, she undid the clasp on the bra, her breasts partially exposed. Slowly, she pulled th
e straps off her shoulders and let it drop on the chair. The night breeze teased her nipples, causing them to pucker. Damon’s eyes on them sent shivers of anticipation straight to her pussy.
Kim bent over and pulled her thong down past her hips until it fell to the ground.
“Get in here, beautiful,” Damon said, coming to the end of the stairs to help her.
She started toward him but as soon as she was within his reach, he grabbed her, pulling her into the warm water and up against his wet body. She gasped the moment she felt his hard cock against her.
“Feel what you do to me,” he said before taking her lips a hungry kiss. Kim moaned in her throat as their tongues touched. Her body ached, seeking his touch. Still keeping his mouth over hers, Damon moved one hand between them, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers.
His lips left hers and he lifted her in his arms so he could close his mouth over the bud. Kim threw her head back and groaned. While his mouth ravished her breast, his hand moved over her belly and to the inside of her thigh. She squirmed against him, wanting to feel his fingers on her clit.
Damon teased her a bit longer before finally running a finger, ever so lightly, down her center, barely grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves. She groaned in frustration, taking him by the wrist and pushing his hand back between her legs.
“Please,” she begged.
He chuckled but much to her relief, he parted her folds and rubbed his thumb across her clit. A small cry escaped her lips and she widened her legs, allowing him better access. Kim closed her eyes and let the sensations of his mouth and hands wash over her.
“I have to taste you.” Damon’s voice broke through the haze of pleasure. She opened her eyes as he walked to the edge of the pool still holding her. He lifted her, setting her down on the edge and spreading her legs wide.
Kim prepared herself for thrill of his tongue against her sensitive flesh and looked down at his head between her legs. Their eyes met as his tongue darted against her clit and Kim drew in a sharp breath.
Oh God. So good. She looked around her surroundings, as he licked again, leaning back on her palms and thrusting her breasts forward. She briefly wondered if anyone could see them. It seemed to be fairly private but the idea of someone watching them increased her excitement.
Kim recalled the two glass walls of the pool. One facing inside the condo and the other facing outside. Someone could perhaps see them!
Damon sucked at her clit and easily slid a finger inside her. All coherent thought disappeared and she cried out, pushing her throbbing sex toward him. His hands, his mouth wreaked havoc on her senses.
Damon inserted a second finger and fucked her, his thumb and tongue together darting at her clit. Kim began to moan and whimper on the verge or climaxing.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpered, bucking against his hand. Her entire body went rigid as she reached a pinnacle and guttural sounds escaped her throat.
“Oh God,” she moaned as her the tremors subsided. Damon stood between her legs and chuckled before pulling her close for a kiss. She tasted her juices on his lips and tongue as he pressed his erection against her clit.
Kim immediately pushed at his chest. “Wait, it’s too sensitive. That was an intense orgasm.”
Damon smiled. “Glad to know my skills please you.”
Laughing, Kim leaned forward and splashed him with water. “Not too conceited are you?” Her eyes roamed his gorgeous body, stopping at his cock.
Pure carnal lust coursed through her just looking at it.
She slipped into the pool, running her naked body against him. His dick pulsed in response. With a secret smile, she wrapped one hand around him and stroked up and down. She trailed kisses around his neck, down his chest and bit gently at his nipples. His cock grew in her hand.
“Feel good?” she asked, nipping at his earlobe.
Damon groaned in response. Kim used her other hand to cup his balls, giving a light squeeze as she caressed his shaft.
A soft growl erupted from his throat. “I need to feel your sweet pussy tight around my dick,” he said in a rough voice.
Damon wrapped his arms around her and cupped her butt, squeezing the flesh. “Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed just as he lifted her. Kim opened herself to him, her legs locked around his waist. Her sex clenched as his cock rubbed against her.
Damon carried her to the steps of the pool and sat her down on them, still between her legs. He leaned his hands next to her elbows and kissed her hungrily, thrusting into her. Kim moaned into his mouth as he filled her. Using his hands as leverage, he pulled out and plunged back into her…again and again.
He broke their kiss, his face a mass of concentration as he fucked her. Kim’s breathing came in short, fast bursts with each thrust, her pleasure building. She lifted her hips, seeking friction against her clit and groaned in satisfaction as she rubbed against his pelvic bone. Another cry tore from her lips as Damon’s cock hit her G-spot.
“Damon—” she shouted his name. “Feels so good.”
Their gazes locked and Kim admired his beautiful face, his eyes full of arousal. “Your pussy was made for my cock,” he whispered.
Kim could only nod as the sensations intensified, feeling her second orgasm mounting.
“That’s it,” Damon crooned. “Let it go. Your pussy gets so tight when you come.”
Her head fell back and her legs tightened around him, pulling him as deep as she could. “Oh my God,” she cried as her body shook and convulsed around him. Damon groaned and the muscles in his arms and neck went rigid, hot spurts of semen erupting inside her.
He collapsed against her, his breathing labored and Kim wrapped her arms around him, luxuriating in the feel of his hard body against hers.
“Can’t move,” Damon said.
Kim chuckled into his neck. “That makes two of us.” She breathed in his scent and smiled, feeling deliciously content.
A dangerous feeling, she recognized, but screw it, she was just going to enjoy it.
* * * *
Kim woke up and tried to stretch, which was difficult considering she had a very large, heavy man wrapped around her. She smiled and turned into his arms, cuddling into him like a kitten seeking warmth.
Damon automatically tightened his arms around her. She wasn’t sure if he was awake or not but she wanted to just lie like this for a while longer. Once they’d finally gotten out of the pool last night, they had a warm shower together and headed to the comfort of his bed. Kim was exhausted, both physically and mentally after such a long day. She wasn’t sure how she was going to sleep as she normally liked the bed to herself. The odd time she’d shared a bed with someone, she was told she was a bed and blanket hog and obviously not used to sharing the space.
But as soon as they’d crawled into bed, Damon had pulled her into his arms and she’d been asleep in minutes. The bed, duvet, and warm male body had kept her supremely comfortable all night. She felt rested, having slept almost a full eight hours. There was that one interruption when she woken to Damon lazily stroking her nipple which quickly turned into Kim riding his cock. Not that she was complaining about the disruption of her sleep. She smiled recalling his face, almost pained in desire as she’d clenched tight around his cock.
Kim moved her hand up on his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her palm.
Oh fuck. She was in trouble.
There was no denying it. Ever since Damon had let that comment slip about perhaps already finding the right woman, Kim had been fighting off feelings of unease. While she was concerned about Damon wanting more, she was even more worried about her feelings for him.
Kim was immensely enjoying spending time with him and not just the sex which rocked her world like no other. They’d always had such chemistry which had always quickly turned into a smoldering, roaring fire. She’d never felt that way about anyone else. Sure, she’d had strong, physical attractions to other men but never this carnal lust. But what she couldn’t den
y was how it was becoming more than that.
He filled her mind constantly. Even when she wasn’t with him. Kim kept telling herself she was just horny and waited to grow bored, like she always did. Except she wasn’t even close to bored. Ever since she’d walked into that ballroom and saw him, she’d been on edge and not necessarily in a bad way. She was awakened and excited. Besides work, Kim was beginning to feel sick of her mundane life. Going out, meeting hot guys, hooking up, and eventually moving on. It was her pattern, her cycle, and she’d been growing weary of it.
As much as she was loathe to admit it.
Which was why it had been so long since she’d been with anyone before Damon walked back into her life.
Could she let go of the past? Did people change?
It wasn’t like she wanted marriage. Kim wasn’t lying last night when she said marriage wasn’t for her. But that didn’t mean her and Damon couldn’t spend more time together. Get to know each other again, slowly. See where things went.
Maybe she could handle a few nights or whatever shit Lacey wanted her to do with them.
Damon stirred next to her. Kim lifted her head and looked at the time. Better get up. She had a meeting to get ready for. With a soft sigh, she reluctantly left the warmth of Damon’s arms. But as soon as she turned away, he wrapped a solid arm around her and pulled her back against him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded, his voice next to her ear. He cupped her breast and pinched a nipple, his hard cock twitching against her ass.
“Damon, I have to get ready for this meeting,” she replied, laughing, but made no move to get up.
God…she could actually see herself lazing in bed with him all day.
“Don’t let me stop you,” he said, gently pinching the aching nipple. Kim bit back a moan as sharp pleasure shot from her nipple to her pussy.
“I may have a few minutes,” she whispered and Damon chuckled.
“Let’s not waste any time. Spread your legs. I bet you’re ready for me already. I sure as hell am.”
Ready and willing.
