by L. P. Dover
“You’re not,” I murmur, placing my hands over his. “I love you, too, Kai.”
Groaning, his eyes darken with raw, primal need. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” He moves closer and puts his fingers underneath my chin, lifting gently. “There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”
He trails his hands down my shoulders and over the skin of my back until he reaches the zipper to my dress. “Like what?” I ask breathlessly.
Unzipping my dress, he lets if fall to the floor with a mischievous smirk on his face. “Like how I’m going to make your body scream for my touch … and how I’m going enjoy making you come in every way possible.”
Eyes wide, I don’t have time to speak before he closes his lips over mine, silencing me. My clit throbs in anticipation, aching for release. I want him … need him. In one swift move, he lifts me up in his arms and I straddle his waist, holding on tight as we fall on the bed.
Covering me with his body, he spreads my legs with his knee. I still have on my strapless pink bra and pink thong, but Kai’s gaze is focused solely on mine as he kisses me, claims me. He rocks his body against mine, lifting my left leg around his waist so he can press his cock harder between my legs.
The momentum builds to the point I can’t contain the silence any more. “Kai,” I gasp, my chest rising and falling rapidly.
Digging my nails into his arm, he knows I’m about to come. Quickly, he slides his hand down my thigh to the inside of it, and finally over my thong, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
I’m not fully there yet, but as soon as he slides his fingers inside of me it’s all over. My body tightens and I scream out my pleasure, grasping onto his arms and squeezing until the tingling subsides, leaving me breathless and aching for more. Lifting his fingers to his lips, Kai puts them in his mouth and closes his eyes, moaning as he tastes me on them.
Ripping off my underwear, he throws it across the room before lifting me up in his arms so he can unlatch my bra. Roughly, he kisses me and I can’t help but moan when he throws my bra off to the side and pinches my nipples. He bites my lip and sucks it hard, making a strangled cry escape my lips as he massages and squeezes my breasts.
I’m in heaven.
I’ve never felt this level of intensity with anyone before, not even my mystery man at the club.
I can’t wait any longer to have him inside of me, so I grasp the button on his pants and open them.
Chuckling, Kai slides off the bed and lowers his pants and boxer briefs to the floor. “Is this what you want?” he asks. “I figured you’d want to take things slow.”
“No,” I moan breathlessly. “If you make me wait any longer, I’m going to go insane.”
As soon as I get a good look at his body, I visibly tremble, which earns another chuckle to escape his lips. He towers over me on the bed, and spreads my legs wide so he can rest between them. Reaching toward the dresser, he opens the top drawer, pulls out a condom, and expertly slides it down his long, thick cock.
“I guess I can’t leave you waiting then.” Smirking, he lowers his lips to my breasts and flicks one of my nipples with his tongue. I gasp and arch my back, waiting on him to do it again. This time, when he closes his lips over me, he bites and sucks hard while massaging me with his strong hands.
Groaning, he opens my legs wider and pushes his cock in just an inch; it’s enough to get me panting. More, I want to scream.
As if he hears my silent plea, he rocks his hips and slides in farther … and farther until he’s fully inside of me, filling me. It hurts like hell—the burn making me clench and grit my teeth to keep from crying out—but it’s a pleasurable pain. Slowly, Kai moves along to a silent rhythm and holds me tight, alternating those lips of his to each one of my breasts, suckling and nipping them with his teeth.
“You feel and taste so damn good,” he growls, moving his lips to my neck. Holding my face in his hands, he brings his mouth to mine and thrusts his tongue inside, claiming me in every way he possibly could.
He picks up his pace and thrusts harder inside of me, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist; I gasp when I feel him go deeper. Instead of pulling out and pushing back in with long strokes, he stays deep and rocks his hips hard, keeping a continual rhythm against my clit.
“Oh my God,” I cry, closing my eyes. “Please keep doing that.”
His low growl vibrates in my ear, and I can feel him getting harder inside of me. He’s close and so am I. Squeezing him harder with my legs, I hold on tight and bite his lip this time, feeling his cock pulsate.
“If you keep clenching down on me, baby, I’m not going to last.”
I’m not going to last either. Rocking my hips, I let my orgasm send me over the edge, crying out when Kai digs his fingers in my back as he, too, releases inside of me. Slick with sweat, his muscles tense and flex beneath my hands as I hold onto him, silently waiting on the pain to hit when he pulls out.
“Are you okay? I could see it in your eyes that it hurt you in the beginning.” Gently, he pulls out and rolls over to his side so he can slide the condom off and throw it away before holding me in his arms.
“It hurt,” I admit nervously, “but I figured it would once I got a good look at you.”
He smiles, but then it disappears. “When was the last time you’ve been with a man?”
Sadly, I look into his eyes and sigh. “A while. I’ve only been with one other man.”
His eyes widen. “If I’d known that, I wouldn’t have gone so hard.”
“It’s okay, I promise.”
Brushing the hair off my face, he holds onto my chin and kisses my lips. “Stay here, I’ll be right back. I know what’ll help you.”
Sliding off the bed, he hurries into the bathroom and shuts the door. Water begins to run and I can hear him moving around. A few minutes later, the door opens and I expect the light to blind me, but it doesn’t. There’s a soft glow coming from inside.
I start to get up, but Kai stops me by lifting me up into his arms. “I got you, baby,” he murmurs.
“I can walk you know,” I tease as he carries me into the bathroom.
The room is lit with candlelight, and the bathtub—big enough to fit ten people—is surrounded by dozens of them, and steamy from the hot, bubbly water.
“It smells amazing.” The scent reminds me of chamomile and lavender.
After setting me in the water, he climbs in behind me. I immediately relax when he puts his arms around me. I lay my head against his chest and breathe him in, trembling as he runs his warm hands over my heated skin.
There’s nothing sexual about the way he’s caressing my arms and my back, but my insides clench and light up like fire. I want him again. My body is sore, but I need more.
The bathtub is filled almost to the brim with water, so I slowly turn around to face him, straddling his waist. Furrowing his brows, he gazes down at my lips, and then back up to my eyes.
“Are you okay? Do you want to get out?” I shake my head and reached down into the water, wrapping my hand around his cock. Immediately, it jumps and hardens. Kai moans and leans his head against the tub. “Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want to hurt you.”
The harder his cock gets, the harder I massage him. “I’m not worried about that. Just sit back and let me do the work this time.”
Holding his face in my hand, I kiss his lips and plunge my tongue inside so I can taste him. I moan into his mouth and slide my body against him, holding him close. My clit throbs uncontrollably, and I know I won’t last long once I get started, even if it does hurt.
“Do we need to use a—”
“No,” I growl, biting his earlobe. “I’m on the pill. Guess I should’ve told you that earlier.”
Moaning, he lifts me up in his arms and tilts me back so he can suck my nipples. “Then what are you waiting for?”
I lower onto his body and slide all the way down. The soothing water helps the tenderness, but I can still feel him stretc
hing me. It feels so amazingly good I don’t want it to end.
Twenty-Five
Kai
Portland is worth it. My projects are booming and Parker is praising me every time I see him. Things with Alex … they’re fucking amazing. I thought for sure the initial “newness” of our relationship would start to trickle, become mundane. I was wrong. I can’t wait to get off work every day to rush home to her. She’s either at my place or I’m at hers. We’ve swapped keys. Given each other space in our closets. And have even started finishing each other’s sentences.
I knew from the moment that I saw Alex she was meant for me. It was something that I felt deeply the moment our eyes met. After our initial meeting, I almost didn’t call her, but something told me not to give up, and I am thankful that I listened to that nagging voice in the back of my head.
I finish my workout and head for the shower. If I’m lucky, Alex will still be sleeping when I get back to my apartment and I can crawl in with her for a few more minutes before she has to leave for work. The days of me checking out the females at the gym have long passed. Not a single one interests me. None of them compare to Alex. It’s totally cliché for me to say this, but I hit the jackpot when she came into my life.
Opening the door, I’m relieved to find that the lights are still off. Alex is snuggled around my pillow, sleeping softly. I slip off my sweats and pull my shirt off so I can climb back into bed with her.
“Hmm, you smell good,” she says as she replaces the pillow with my chest. Having her in my arms is the daily jolt I need to function. “How was the gym?”
“I don’t know, you tell me,” I say as I take her hand and trail it down my abs. She trails her hand farther and cups me on the outside of my boxers.
“Babe,” I warn. She has about five minutes before she has to be up for work, and while I’d love to indulge in morning sex, the thought of getting her in trouble with Sandy is not high on my priority list.
Her hand stills and she sighs. “Raincheck?”
I turn, pushing her on her side. Her lips are soft against mine as I kiss her. “Of course. I think you know I’ll cash in.” I lean down to kiss her again, but her phone rings. She reaches over and answers it.
“Hey, Mom … no, I’m getting ready for work … okay … okay … I’ll let you know.”
Alex hangs up and turns off her alarm before it can ring out. “That was my mom,” she says, although I already know that. “So I told her about you and she’d like for you to come to dinner … tonight.” She glances at me only briefly.
I raise her chin so she’s looking into my eyes. “Do you want me to meet your parents?”
She shrugs. “My dad … he’s not the easiest to get along with. We don’t exactly see eye to eye. He’s very old fashioned and hasn’t agreed with any of the decisions I’ve made in my life.”
“So I should probably keep things PG and not ask you to suck me off in your childhood bedroom?” I laugh. Alex’s eyes go wide and she shakes her head frantically. “I wouldn’t, babe. But I’d love to meet your parents. Should I meet you there? Or do you want to drive together?”
I know she’s from Sweet Briar, but we rarely talk about her parents. Alex has hinted a few times that she doesn’t get along with her father, so I have never pressed her for more information. Now I’m going to meet him tonight, and I hope that things go well. Not just for my sake, but Alex’s as well. Taking your boyfriend home to meet your parents is never an easy thing. Believe me I know. My mom won’t stop hounding me about Alex and when I’m bringing her to Arizona. The problem is, I’m so busy at work, and I can’t find the time to take off. Right now, my free time focuses around Alex and sometimes she has to work on the weekends. On those nights, I wait for her to come home.
I can’t seem to get enough of Alex, and the thought of sharing her with my mother for a weekend doesn’t seem like something I want to do right now, except if I meet hers, she needs to meet mine.
“I’ll meet you there,” she says. “No use in you having to drive back.”
Cupping her cheek, I press my lips to hers. “You know I’ll come back and pick you up. Besides, I think I’d like to show you around the job site. And what if after dinner you have some built up tension that I need to fuck out of you?”
Alex laughs. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. Robicheau. I’ll tell Sandy that I need to leave early today, we’re only prepping for tomorrow.”
“Perfect.”
Unfortunately, Alex has to leave my bed. I watch as her pert ass sashays to my bathroom. This woman is going to kill me.
Pastor Larry and Mayor Stan find me inside one of our finished stores while I’m meeting with the new tenants. We’re all excited that they’ll be moving in and after a few modifications to the interior they’ll start installing their products next week.
The two men of the town linger near the storefront. Honestly, it’s a bit annoying as they shouldn’t be here or they should at least wait outside, but both of them take the revitalization project seriously, although for different reasons. Larry wants to see his town thrive. He wants people to move back here and start their families. I can understand where Larry is coming from, but Stan, he wants the popularity coming with the project. We’ve caught a reporter’s attention and he comes out here once a week to check on the progress. Of course, Stan is front and center, telling the reporter and the people watching everything that is going on. Most of the time he’s wrong and Ward Enterprises has to issue a press release correcting Stan. Parker has spoken to him a few times about keeping his nose out of our business, but the pleas have fallen on deaf ears.
Glancing down at my phone, I realize the time. I need to leave now in order to get Alex and come back for dinner with her parents. That is something I’m not willing to be late for. The last thing I want to do is give her father an excuse to say something to her.
As I finish up with my client, Larry and Stan meander over to me, as if we have some business to discuss. I try to ignore them, but it’s near impossible.
It’s Stan who slams his hand onto my shoulder, jostling me forward. “Do you think they’re the best fit?” he asks.
I look at him squarely and shake my head. “I’m not sure I follow.” I continue to put the contract and drawings back into my bag.
“Well, they sell …” Stan pauses and looks around before leaning into my ear. “Lingerie.”
I laugh. They do in fact sell lingerie. I even ordered some as a gift for Alex. “They sell clothing, Stan. Surely, your wife wears bras?”
His face pales and he stumbles for words. I shake my head and nod toward Larry as I grab my bag. “If you’ll excuse me, gentleman. I have another appointment.” I wait for them by the door, impatiently I might add.
“Kai, I’m having a dinner party tonight. I’d like to invite you.”
“Thank you, but I have a prior engagement.”
Larry nods. “Well, if you finish in a timely manner, stop by. My daughter will be there, and like I’ve said before, I’d like to introduce you. I think you’d be good for her.”
“I appreciate that Larry, but I have a girlfriend,” I tell him. It’s the same thing I’ve been telling him before Alex and I even got together.
Again, Stan’s hand falls onto my shoulder. “Nothing wrong with playing the field.”
Shaking my head, I push open the door so the men will leave. “Have a good night and enjoy your party, Larry.” I don’t bother saying anything to Stan as I get into my car. I can’t stand the man. He’s a pompous ass who is all about taking credit for other’s hard work. I don’t have time in my life for people like that.
Thankfully, the drive to Alex’s is done with little traffic, and by the time I reach her house, my temper has calmed. I can’t imagine spending the evening with the likes of Stan. Even if I didn’t have Alex, I would tell Larry no for the simple fact that mayor will be there.
When I walk in, all I hear is Alex singing. She’s not the best singer, but can carry a tune and I d
on’t mind listening to her, especially when she’s shaking her cute little butt to the music. I find her in the bathroom, putting on make-up.
“You’re gorgeous without it, ya know.”
She smiles at me through the mirror. “Thank you, but sometimes—”
“Don’t,” I say as my hand rests on her hip. “Don’t sell yourself short because your father is an ass. You’re the most beautiful woman I know and I’m crazy in love with you.” I kiss her bare shoulder and then her neck. Her ear is next until she turns and crashes her lips to mine. She tastes fucking divine. “I’ve missed you all day,” I tell her as I pull away. If I don’t, I’ll have her legs wrapped around my waist and we’ll be going at on her bathroom counter.
“Let’s skip dinner,” she says, kissing a path down my neck. “You can eat me instead.”
Let me introduce you to horny Alex. This is not the same woman I met months ago. No, this is the one that let loose after the first time we slept together. I told her there wasn’t a thing she could say or do to me that would turn me off … unless she was breaking up with me. I teased her a bit the first few times and would ask her what she wanted and would only give it to her once she expressed herself. Now, it’s automatic, and I love it.
“As much as I would love to bury my face between your legs, this is an important step for us. My parents want to meet you. We just have to find a weekend that you’re not working and we’ll go.”
Alex’s head falls to my shoulder. I feel bad for forcing the issue, but the last thing I want is for her parents to think I don’t want meet them. I do. I plan to be a part of Alex’s life for a long time and want her parents to like me. I know it’s stupid of me to say that I see a future with her, but I do. Everything with her is so easy. It’s like we’ve been together for years, minus the split living situation, which I’d like to change soon.
