by Rye Hart
“I’ll just grab a few things, please ignore my mess. I’m redoing the living room and just yanked out some carpet. There’s beer in the fridge if you want it, just make yourself at home.” I hurried to gather my things not wanting us to hang around too long.
When I came out of my room with my bag, I found him staring at a few of my framed macro photos.
“These are really cool. I can tell this one is a cheese grater, and this one is a whisk, but what’s this one?”
“That’s a corkscrew.”
“I see it now.” He took another sip of his beer and turned to take my overnight bag off my hands. “These are really good. You definitely have the eye.”
“Thanks,” I said blushing. “I actually had my own studio for about six months. I may have ‘the eye’ for photography, but not so much for business. Someday, though, I will own my own studio again. And maybe a gallery too, so I can showcase my work, as well as boost other local artists.”
“That sounds amazing,” he said. “Well, with talent like this, I have no doubt you’ll get there. And who knows, maybe you might save a spot on the wall for me? It’s always been a dream of mine to be known for my work.”
“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “You get me out of this noisy shit hole tonight, and it’s a deal.”
He laughed. “You drive a hard bargain. Is this everything?” he gestured to the bag he held.
“Yep, all set,” I said.
“That’s impressive. My ex would have had three bags just for one night,” he said.
“Yeah, that’s not me,” I told him. “I don’t have time for all that.”
“It’s refreshing,” Tate said. “Plus, you don’t need anything else to make you beautiful.”
I blushed at his compliment and shook my head. “You’re quite the sweet-talker,” I said.
He smiled. “I mean, I can be, sure. But I’m serious Kami. You are beautiful.”
I stared at him for just a moment too long, my lips parting as I stepped toward him. Suddenly, a loud bang and shouting came from outside.
“What the hell was that?” Tate said, going to look out the window.
“Probably my ex being a jackass,” I said.
He turned and looked at me. “Ah, so that’s who that dude was with the Bimbo Barbie when we walked up.”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yeah. Not one of my finer choices in life.”
We headed downstairs and I went into the garage to tell Rain where I was going and to give her his info. Before I could step away from him though, Tate leaned down and brushed a kiss to my cheek. I knew from the way his eyes were trained on Devin that it was for his benefit.
I headed across the room, and some of the band waved while others said hello. It had been a while since I’d come down to see them. Devin folded his arms across his chest as I approached and Rain stepped a little in front of him.
Devin wasn’t about to be overshadowed. “Is that who you’re seeing? Mr. Rich Prick?”
“What’s it to you?” I answered before I turned my attention to Rain. “I’m going to stay the night.”
Rain placed her hand on my arm. “Do you think that’s a good idea? You barely know the guy, Kam.”
“I just need to get away for a night. His sister is at his house anyway, so it’s no big deal.”
“Call if you need me. I’ll come get you. And keep your cell phone on.” Rain hugged my neck, and Devin huffed and walked away. He had some nerve acting like he had a say in who I hung around with, much less judge them.
“I’m texting you his info now so you’ll know where I am,” I told her and forwarded the address Tate had put in my phone. I hurried out to the jeep and climbed in before Tate could come around to help. He watched as I clicked my belt and then shut the door for me.
We drove to his place, which was a nice three-bedroom house in a much better part of town. I thought about what Devin said and how he’d called Tate a rich boy. Maybe he’d seen Devin’s car parked out front. I wondered just how much money he had, not that it really mattered. I had never really cared all that much about material things.
“You have a beautiful home.” I noticed things were quiet, and even though I’d prepared myself to meet his sister, part of me was glad she didn’t seem to be home.
“Thanks, I wasn’t kidding about my sister, by the way, but I’m not sure she’s here after all.”
“It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it. I’m OK with us spending a little time alone.”
“Why don’t you go to that shelf over there and pick out a movie. I’ll make some popcorn and get us a couple of drinks,” he said, walking toward the bar in the back of the room.
I went over to the massive entertainment center and browsed through the hundreds of DVDs that he had stacked in alphabetical order. I pulled out a favorite romantic comedy of mine and held it up for him.
“Ah yes, don’t tell anyone, but I love that movie,” he said with a wink.
I took a seat on the soft black leather couch, and he disappeared into the next room to grab the popcorn. I looked around and noticed there were several framed images lining the walls. “Are those yours?” I asked, when he came back into the room.
He set the bowl of popcorn and two glasses of wine down on the coffee table in front of us. “Yep,” he said. “I have hundreds but not enough space to put them all up so I just picked out my favorites. Sometimes I change them out for others when I get bored.”
“They’re beautiful,” I said. He really was a master of his art.
“Yes, beautiful,” he repeated.
When I turned my head, his eyes were focused squarely on me. Before I realized what I was doing, I leaned forward and offered my lips to him, which he gladly claimed. His tongue swept over mine, setting my nerves to buzzing. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears as his hand came up to cup my face.
I shifted in my seat so I could press closer to him and he slid me over so that I was straddling his lap. Instinctively, I ground against him, feeling his hard shaft on my inner thigh. He pulled back for a moment and looked up at me.
“We can stop if you want to,” he said, his voice husky and full of the same need I felt building in my core.
“I’m OK,” I told him, allowing my body to fully rule my head for once in a very long while.
His tongue caressed mine, and he brought his hands up to squeeze my breasts, his thumbs brushing softly against my tight nipples.
I slipped my hand down to stroke him through his jeans, feeling his cock grow even harder in my hand. He groaned into my mouth and lifted me off him, laying me back on the couch and moving over me.
He kissed me deeply as his hand wandered down below the waist of my jeans and into my panties. A voice inside asked if things were moving way to fast, but I proceeded to ignore the voice.
I involuntarily bucked against his fingers and he took the cue to slip one inside me.
I cried out and wriggled against him as he worked his finger in and out of my sopping pussy.
“I need to taste you,” he said, his voice a low growl. He withdrew his finger from me and traveled down my body, stripping my panties and jeans off with fevered quickness. Once I was naked and spread out for him, he looked up at me through hooded eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, as he lowered himself to my trimmed mound and kissed me there. An explosion of pleasure washed over my center as his tongue found my clit and stroked it.
My entire body stiffened as he worked me with his tongue. I reached down and tangled my hands in his hair as he licked and sucked my most intimate places. He worked me to the brink with his magic tongue, before pushing me over the edge with a well-timed finger driven deep inside me.
I cried out and clenched my legs around his head as I rode out the wave of my orgasm. When my breathing finally returned to normal, I looked down to see Tate still propped between my legs, a smile on his lips that still glistened with my juices.
“God, you’re even hotte
r when you come,” he said, bending his head to give me one final lick.
I bucked and squealed, squirming beneath him before finally sitting up. My eyes locked onto his and I licked my own lips.
“Time to return the favor.”
CHAPTER TEN - TATE
Kami reached for my belt, and I leaned back and let her take out my cock. Her eyes widened as she wrapped her hands around it. “Impressive.” She leaned down and licked my shaft from my balls to my head, which was ready to burst like a ripe berry.
I drew in a breath through my teeth as she wrapped her lips around my head and sucked, pumping me with one hand and fondling my balls with the other. She left no part of me craving attention. I shuddered as her hand slipped even lower and grazed past my ass. “Fuck, baby. You’re going to pop me quickly if you don’t slow down.”
She pulled off and smiled up at me, and the sweet girl I had imagined was licking her pouty lips just like she had in my fantasies. Here was the little minx I knew she was hiding somewhere inside of her. “Do you want me to stop?” She raised a brow and waited for my response.
“Hell no.” I fisted my hand in her hair as she took me back in her mouth and began to suck me off in earnest. She was relentless and I was close to the edge in a matter of minutes.
I splashed her tongue with a bit of precum, and she sucked my salt down her throat, without flinching, which sent me over the edge. “I’m about to come.” She didn’t let up though, instead, she took me further into her mouth and then pulled back, so the head of my cock rested against her tongue as my hot seed spilled between her lips. She sucked and drank every bit from me, and my mind was reeling. Oh yeah, she was definitely the one.
After she’d taken every last drop, she rose up, and I kissed her mouth. I kissed her deep to show my appreciation and then picked her up and carried her to my bed, where I spread her out on the sheets and feasted between her legs once again.
I pushed my fingers into her tight hole and stroked her walls, lapping and tasting every part of her. She particularly liked me licking her rim, and I darted my tongue in and out of her tight star to see how much she liked anal attention.
She screamed out my name and came one last time as headlights reflected on the wall in my room.
“Shit, my sister’s back.” I came up from between her legs and snuggled up behind her, kissing her shoulder.
“We better behave then, right?” She turned over and faced me, her perky breasts a nice distraction as I peeked down at them.
“I’m going to try my best, but you are not making it very easy,” I told her.
She giggled and brought the sheet up to cover herself. “I’m going to go tell her you’re here, so there isn’t a surprise, but I’ll be back shortly.” I gave her another kiss and hurried to shrug on a robe. I went out to see Megan, who was throwing out our half-eaten popcorn.
“Hey, where have you been?” I tightened the belt around my waist.
Megan raked her hand through her hair. “I went to the house again to try and get more stuff. I only got a few things. I see you’ve had your date here.”
“Have. It was a madhouse at her place, so I brought her over to sleep here. She’s got work in the morning, so we’re about to crash.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe you brought her here. Or that she let you so soon.”
“Hey, it happens. We intended to watch a movie, and one thing lead to another.”
“The road to hell is paved with good intentions, brother.” She shook her head and went to her room, which was thankfully on the other side of the house from my master suite.
I headed back to my room and found Kami tucked into the covers and sound asleep. She was so beautiful, and I couldn’t believe how things had happened. Though it was much faster than I’d expected, it just felt right.
I set the alarm and crawled into bed, snuggling close behind her, trying my damnedest not to let my dick touch her ass. I knew if she rubbed back against me, neither of us would get any sleep tonight.
***
“Good morning, beautiful.” I rolled over to turn off the alarm.
“This is the most comfortable bed I’ve ever slept in.” She spoke with her eyes closed and hugged her pillow tight. “I don’t want to get up.”
I kissed her shoulder, and she turned and stretched, her perfect breasts bouncing slightly as she moved.
I gave her bottom a soft swat. “Get a shower, and I’ll make you breakfast.”
She moaned in protest. “No, join me in the shower, and I’ll grab breakfast at work.”
“If I join you, you’re either calling in, or you’ll be very late.” I gestured to the alarm clock. “I hit snooze twice.”
She pretended to pout as she crawled out of bed and went into the shower, as I enjoyed the view. It took everything I had in me not to follow her in there and fuck her senseless under the warm spray.
An hour later, I had taken her to work and returned home. My sister was in the kitchen doing dishes and giving me a scolding look.
“If you want to help, I’m going back down to my apartment. I told Meghan I’d be coming to get my things, so she better not invite her latest lover over until I was out.”
“I’ll call Hazen and see if we can use his truck. It just sits at his house now that he’s got that Corvette.”
“That would be great. I just want to get the big things in storage, and I’ll bring the small things here if you don’t mind. I don’t want Dad knowing I’m here for a while. He’ll irritate the shit out of both of us over it until I move home. I’d rather stay where I’m at or be homeless.”
“You don’t have to worry about it. You can stay as long as you want, but be warned. I have a feeling I’ll have Kami over again soon.”
She held out her hand defensively. “I don’t want to be a bother. If you need me out of the house, just tell me.”
“Don’t worry. I will.”
***
Hazen’s truck was packed, but thankfully, my sister didn’t have anything left to get from her old place. Hazen helped out, and the two of us were following my sister to the family mini storage where she was going to store her things.
“How are things going on the site?” He honked at a woman on the side of the road and waved. The guy knew everybody.
“It’s great. I met someone.”
“That’s good news; but don’t limit your options too quick. You’ve still got some time before you need to tie the knot. You’ll meet a lot of someone’s; trust me. I’ve hooked up with a lot of them if you ever want to compare notes.” He gave a deep chuckle, and I shook my head. There was a time in the not-too-distant past that I was just like him.
“It’s not like that. I’m all done with variety hour, my friend. I know I could go on a fuck feast before settling down for good, but I’m not interested in that. I’m looking for someone normal. There are too many gold diggers out there anyway.”
“What fun is having money if you can’t use it to your advantage?” He picked up his phone from the center console and switched it on to his gallery. “Take a look; I bet you find Little Miss Perfect in here.”
I frowned. I doubted that Kami had met him, but then again, we never talked about being exclusive. I took the phone and scrolled through about forty photos of women he’d either seen or fucked.
Many of the women I’d seen on the site, but they had so much attention, they didn’t need anyone to message them. I had been shocked to see that Kami hadn’t been responding to her messages from some of the obvious players. “She’s not in here.”
“No? That’s a shock.”
“Not really. You know I can see all of her activity. She’s not fallen for a single line that some of those dogs on the site throw at her. She hasn’t engaged with anyone but me.”
He looked at me sideways. “And have you gotten into her panties yet?”
“That is none of your damn business,” I said, a little too forcefully.
Hazen raised his eyebrows at
me. “Don’t tell me she’s gotten under your skin already?”
I blew out a breath and shook my head, not really knowing what I felt. “I don’t know man, she’s just different. Not like the chicks I usually go for,” I said. “And have you actually banged all these girls in your gallery?” I asked in an attempt to direct the attention away from myself.
He grinned at me and nodded. “A gentleman never tells.”
I shot him a look. “Since when have you ever been a gentleman?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN - KAMI
It was hard to believe it had only been just a few days short of two weeks since Tate and I met. Bedding a guy on the first date wasn’t my style, but I came to find out Tate had a way of bringing out my wild side. I thanked my lucky stars that his sister came home that night.
It gave me a chance to reflect and push the breaks, a little. We hadn’t had sex or done any of the deliciously naughty things we’d done in his bed, although I sure as hell wanted to; on countless occasions.
I hadn’t spent the night again. I told him I wanted to take things slowly as we got to know each other more, and he agreed to let me take the lead. I really liked him and felt myself getting attached, so I wanted to give our relationship enough time before we got physical again.
I’d put my heart on the line one too many times in the past and ended up devastated, so I promised myself two full weeks of dating before we’d take things to the next level. I didn’t tell Tate an exact timeline, because I didn’t want to feel pressured if I still wasn’t ready.
Tate was unlike any other guy. He was so patient and respected my wishes, without attempting to change my mind. We had so much in common that it was almost too good to be true. Things were moving so fast that it almost scared the crap out of me.
Not too long ago, I’d sworn off men almost entirely and prepared myself for a sperm donor.
If I was going to open my heart to Tate, I needed know that I could trust him; that he wasn’t hiding anything from me. With that said, we had only a few days to go before the end of my two weeks of no sex rule. Being alone with him in the woods was going be a real test of my self-control.
