Maybe I shouldn’t complicate things; uncomplicate them by stop thinking. Yes, maybe that’s it. His chest rises and falls as does mine. It’s as if there’s an electric vibe crackling through the air, igniting a fire that once sparked between us a few years ago and it’s dead set to flame up any second.
He leans forward and I can’t help myself when I close the distance and press my lips to his. Thank goodness I brushed my teeth and by the minty taste on his tongue he did too. His fingers slide around my wrists and he guides my hands above my head while he cages me in with his body.
I try to fight his grip—wanting to touch him—but all it does is earn me a growl rumbling into my mouth as it vibrates through his chest. It’s as if a lion is fighting his prey, indicating it’s useless to fight and all there’s left is surrender.
The way he overpowers me makes me feel anything but helpless. Each swirl of his tongue heightens a promise of the pleasure I know he’s good for. I’ve experienced it all before. He showed me over the course of one very long night in Vegas how capable he is of bringing my body to the brink and throwing me into a sea of ecstasy.
He carefully maneuvers his body over mine, making sure to avoid touching my ankle. And when he starts to grind his hardness against my belly, I’m completely lost. There are no longer complications, struggles, annoyance, frustration, nothing other than the simple need to detonate the pleasure building between us.
“Please,” I pant as I rip my mouth from his. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Soft curses flow through the air and he slightly shifts his hands, holding both my wrists in one hand while his other reaches in between us. The sound of a zipper rings out and I can feel his fingers hook into my panties to slide them to the side. The broad head of his dick is hot against the lips of my pussy. I’m drenched with anticipation as I feel him slide up and down, bouncing slightly on my clit, making me gasp.
He presses his thick, hard length inside me. It’s been years since I’ve had sex. The last time was with him and I fight the slight burn in an effort to accommodate him until realization sets in.
I start to struggle and he releases my wrists as I suddenly realize, “You need to use protection. I’m not on the pill. Please. Oh, shit.”
A moan slips over my lips when he surges up with one hard stroke. “Pre-cum was leaking out when I was sliding through the lips of your pussy, Lee. My swimmers are already inside you. I’m clean or I wouldn’t be touching you. I won’t ever put you at risk. I welcome everything between us, just like the warm welcome your pussy is giving me.”
“But,” I try to say something but he’s right and this feels so damn good.
The words fall away as he starts to slide in and out of me.
“That’s it, Lee. Fuck, you feel so damn good, just how I remembered.” His head falls against the crook of my neck, his lips latch on as he nibbles and sucks my sensitive skin.
He knows exactly what my weakness is and it makes me dig my nails into his back, edging him on to continue to ravish me. The only slightly frustrating part is the fact I can’t use one of my legs. Keeping the injured one between his legs, he places the other one over his thigh, allowing him an angle to slide deeper.
The grunts rip from him, sweat pouring off the both of us while we move in sync to complete a sensual dance for ultimate pleasure. My whole body ignites, ecstasy flowing freely and explodes between us. A shared orgasm intensifies our moment and it’s something I’ve only experienced with Kain.
The both of us struggle for our next breath as we try to come down from our mutual high. He shifts slightly and rolls to his back, taking me with him. His hand is on my ass to steady me and his head raises slightly to check if my leg is okay before he lets it drop to the pillow.
A deep sigh rips from his lips.
“Fan-fucking-tastic. I missed this. Missed you,” he says and his lips linger at my temple.
“Ditto,” I simply say and snuggle against his chest. “Now shush, I want to sleep some more before Denise gets back.”
I feel his warm body shake underneath me with a hint of laughter, but I’m already drifting off to sleep. Warm. Comfortable. Safe. It’s how I drift off and also how I slowly awake. I clearly hear the sound of a door closing and I swing my head to make sure Denise isn’t standing in the doorway. To my surprise the door is closed and I might have dreamed the sound of a door closing.
“My mother. They’re back from breakfast,” Kain mumbles and pulls me closer against his body. “Give me a few more minutes. Feeling your curves against me makes the images of last night fade.”
“Hard day at work?” I question as I give in to his request which is also something I benefit from too as I love the feel of his hard, muscled body embracing me.
“Head on collision, one DOA. The car was on fire when we arrived at the scene. The other car involved . . . we had to cut a woman from the wreckage but she died on her way to the hospital. She had a son in the backseat, nine years old, he’s still fighting for his life.” His voice sounds strained and it surprises the hell out of me how he pours out these details.
Details I now realize are something he carries with him due to his job and responsibilities. Being a firefighter is so much more than putting out fires and I can’t even begin to imagine what he experiences every shift he takes. And to think this man doesn’t even has to work with all the money and companies he owns.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper and rub my cheek along his chest.
He releases a deep breath and places a kiss on the top of my head. In this moment I want to live and relish. The serenity, warmth, comfort, and do I dare say adoration? It sure feels as if I’m in the arms of a loving, caring man.
The father of my child, and along with it, I would love to have a home along with a family with him. A real one. A true family as it should be. One with parents who love each other, because let’s face it, no one wants to be alone.
I was brought up with a father who treated his company like a child needing constant attention, all while giving his own flesh and blood the hard and cold hand to keep structure. Like it was a world turned upside-down.
It didn’t mean he didn’t love me; he only had a whole different state of mind. One I surely don’t have and follow when it comes to my company or my daughter. The last few months of his life—when he spent more time with Denise—he wanted to retire. Mainly since he saw the flaws of the past, but also because of a medical condition he became aware of during a routine checkup.
He wanted to spend more time with me and Denise, but then he suddenly died of an allergic reaction. If only he put everything into motion for his retirement sooner, then we would have had more time together. It sure does put things in perspective for me; never stall on spending time with those who spark your life. Grab the moment before your time is up and the chance is lost forever.
Kain’s fingers slide into my hair, fisting it before tilting my head back. Our eyes connect and it’s as if he’s daring me to defy him as he slowly leans forward. If he thinks I’ll back down after our discussion last night, the sex we had this morning, and the thoughts that just went through my head . . . then he’s absolutely wrong. I’m now fully invested to embrace the chance for us to become a real family.
I don’t wait for him to close the distance but instead close the distance to connect our lips myself. I instantly open up to welcome his tongue as he slides inside and plunders my mouth. I push him back and straddle him. His hands slide to my hips, gripping me tightly before they land on my ass.
His rough grip makes memories of the past flow through me, reminding me Kain is a true ass-man, always hands on, kneading, touching, smacking. I hate my limitations due to my ankle but I’m grateful to be able to balance on my knee. Kain reaches between us and helps me to slide down his length, filling me completely.
My head tips back and I release a moan of contentment at the same time Kain rumbles, “So. Fucking. Good.”
He surges up and wraps his arms tightly aroun
d me to guide us to the right, flipping us around with ease, and yet he’s careful not to hurt my ankle.
“I want you riding my cock the second your ankle is fully healed. Bouncing tits in my face, your ass in my hands. But good things come to those who fuck uncountable ways to come until the wait is over. It gives us the time to add a few different angles to enjoy.” He shoots me a wink and throws his hips forward.
My hands go to his chest, feeling his warm skin and flexing muscles underneath my touch. His eyes are gazing into mine with so many emotions. This is not about chasing an orgasm or using the other person to fill a void; this is about reconnecting what we once started a few years ago.
Back in Vegas our attraction was instantaneous. The way our bodies fit and flawlessly connect makes it easy to give in and ride the waves life offers. The pleasure edged on Kain’s face makes my belly flop, along with the delicious friction his dick is giving me as he slides in and out of my body. Each time he shifts his angle to make sure he creates friction on my clit, making me gasp for my next breath.
He places his forehead against mine and grunts, “You’re mine, Lee. Say it.”
“Kain,” I gasp as he slams deep inside me, hitting another spot that has my body shaking with need.
The pleasure is almost too much. I want to give in and surrender but Kain rumbles another growl, making my eyes flash open.
“Say it.” His movements stop and all I can do is squirm underneath him to get the little friction I need to gain my personal pleasure explosion, but he’s preventing me from any kind of movement.
“You’re mine, Lee. The orgasm you seek is mine to give, now say it, dammit.” There’s a determined look on his face and yet his eyes hold insecurity, as if everything in this moment between us depends on my answer.
I reach out and place my hand on his cheek. He leans into my touch, warming my heart with this tiny movement.
“I’m yours, Kain,” I whisper.
The insecurity in his gaze flashes to relief, joy, and settles with lust and desire when his hips start to move in a punishing rhythm.
“Fuck, yeah, you are, sweetheart. You’re gonna come for me. Squeeze my cock hard, make me demand to fill you up. Fuck. Yes. Fuuuuuuck,” he groans at the same time he buries himself deep.
Hot jets of cum explode inside me as my pussy convulses around him. Pleasure consumes the both of us until we’re struggling to breathe. Kain collapses on top of me, giving me his full weight.
“I’m just gonna—” He doesn’t finish his sentence but it flows over in a soft snore instead.
I can’t help but giggle, and even my movements nor my laughter wakes him. I’m trapped underneath his body and it takes some wiggling and slight shoving until I’m finally able to slip away.
I grab the crutches and head for the bathroom. I feel his cum slide down my legs. Dammit. I warned him I wasn’t on birth control. He almost deliberately ignored me and I have to say, it slipped right out of my mind when he started to fill me up. And to be completely honest, I would welcome any chance to give Denise a little brother or sister.
But the situation I’m in now is completely different than the one I was in a few years ago. Now it’s not only me but Denise along with Kain. And this time Kain was the one who took the decision in his hands when he didn’t pull out to grab a condom. I glance at myself in the mirror and notice the huge smile on my face despite the messy “I just woke up and had mind blowing sex and might become pregnant again,” appearance.
I grab a washcloth and hold it underneath the warm water and start to freshen up. Kain needs his sleep and I’m excited to spend some more time with his parents. Over the last few days I’ve managed to maneuver around with the crutches, making me more of an expert to balance on one leg along with it.
I’ve been trying to put a little weight on it here and there and it does seem to be less painful. Tiny steps forward to let it heal slowly. I find Roan, Kain’s mother, on the couch reading a book while Broke, Kain’s father, is outside playing with Denise.
Roan’s head turns toward me and she gives me a sweet smile. Placing the book on the table in front of her, she pats the couch. “Come sit. Do you need me to make you some breakfast? Or just some coffee?”
She stands and I take a seat, lifting my leg on the pillow.
“Coffee would be nice,” I tell her and offer a grateful smile as my gaze drifts off to the garden where Broke is running with his arms up, Denise hot on his tail with the garden hose.
I can’t help but laugh and Roan chuckles along with me. “I swear that man is crazy and a little kid himself. He was grumpy when some of the members back at the clubhouse called him grandpa, but when Denise says it I swear I see him melt.”
“I’m thankful she now has so many people . . . family surrounding her,” I croak and watch how Broke catches Denise and whirls her around, allowing her giggles to fill the air.
“The both of you are a part of our family now, Leontine. All of us might have lost a few years but that’s all in the past.” She clears her throat. “Okay, I’m going to get you some coffee or I’m going to start crying.”
We each give one another a tearful look before she dashes off toward the kitchen. Time passes with small talk and watching Broke and Denise play in the garden. Roan’s eyes go over my head and I don’t have to glance behind me to know Kain strolled into the living room. It’s as if my body is triggered and aware he’s near.
“Hey, Ma,” he rumbles, leans in close and nuzzles my neck to place a sweet kiss on my skin and says, “Hey, baby.”
Kain walks over to the window and watches how Broke and Denise are both on their knees with their hands in the dirt.
“What are they doing?” he questions and glances back at his mother.
She gives a little snicker. “I have no clue. Either planting something or searching for a treasure. Or placing seeds and digging them right back up but they have been at it for hours. Oh, and Archer dropped off a file for you early this morning.”
Now that piques my interest and I wonder what the file is about. Though it’s not my business, but I guess I’m just curious by nature like anyone else.
“Thanks,” Kain mutters and heads for the kitchen, grabbing the file along the way.
I grab my crutches and follow him into the kitchen. The file is lying open on the counter and it’s hard not to feed my curiosity, but I manage to ignore it anyway and focus on Kain instead.
“Want me to make you a cup?” I ask, seeing he has his eyes on the file and an empty cup in his hand.
His eyes slide to mine. “Nah, I got this. Did you want one too?”
“Yes.” I give him a grateful smile, the coffee addict inside me instantly adoring him a fragment more.
He shoves the file slightly my way and asks, “Did you know Gordon has been living in Sunnyville the same amount of time as you? He’s been driving back and forth for hours when he needs to be at the company.”
Stunned I keep staring at Kain and ignore the file on the counter.
“The night someone set fire to your house, he was there, asking you to go with him to stay at the hotel, right?” Kain takes a step closer to me and places the two mugs he was holding on the counter.
“Yes,” I whisper and swallow hard, afraid of what he’s going to say next.
“So, you didn’t know he bought a house near you one day after you bought yours?”
Fear runs through me and it’s as if someone threw a bucket of ice-cold water over me.
“No,” I gasp, while I try to wrap my brain around this weird and creepy information.
CHAPTER SIX
– KAIN –
“Yeah, and there’s something else I want to talk to you about, it concerns your father. Well, to be more specific, it concerns his death. Can you tell me—”
“Mommy! Look what I found.” Denise jumps up and down in front of Lee.
I watch how she shoves her feelings and emotion to the background, pinning our discussion on hold as she focuse
s on our daughter. She hides it well for Denise but I can tell Lee’s head is spinning, trying to comprehend what’s going on and where I’m going with all of this.
I squat down beside them and ask, “What did you find, Denise?”
She shoves a rock into my face. “Isn’t it pretty?”
I take a moment to admire the rock I would normally step over since there are countless others just like it scattered over the backyard.
“It’s very pretty,” I agree, earning me a huge grin from my daughter.
“Maybe you can make it even more prettier using crayons or something, what do you think?” I question, making her eyes light up.
“Ma?” I yell and instead of my mother, my father strolls into the kitchen.
“What do you need, son?” he questions and ruffles Denise’s hair.
“Maybe you can help Denise with the pretty rock? Find some crayons to add some color to it? I have to discuss something with my old lady.”
He eyes the file on the counter and gives me a tight nod. Next to one hell of a fucked-up shift where we were called to assist with a head on collision, casualties, a kid injured. Then there was an arson case where a teenager thought it was fun to play with matches. He wanted to watch flames eat away some newspapers while the fire was hungry for more and the idiot kid almost burned down his parents’ pool house.
Archer called me when my shift was over and I was heading for my bike. He mentioned dropping off the file and gave me a short recap of what they found out. It’s a pile of strange twists, not at all what I was expecting.
I requested a background check on Gordon and also asked for the details of the death of Lee’s father. This because I’ve only heard the man died recently and this was the reason why Lee packed up her stuff and moved to Sunnyville.
Lee gives Denise a kiss and watches how she skips out of the kitchen along with my dad.
Lee’s head swings toward me and she asks, “Mind telling me what all of this is about? I get the feeling you’re building up to something by giving me tiny details.”
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