Love & Devotion
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KC cleared her throat and rattled her fork against her plate. “Hey, Trina, Daddy was asking where you got off to.” She set her untouched dinner on the counter. She could box it up later. “I’ll let him know you’re in here with Jackson and not to worry.”
At the sound of KC’s voice, Jackson straightened and Trina wrenched her red, splotchy wrist out of his grasp. “I’ll come with you.” She stepped around her husband and was out the back door before Jackson could speak.
KC caught up with her on the steps. “Everything okay?”
“Yes,” Trina said, quick and terse.
“You sure?” KC put her hand on Katrina’s arm, just a gentle touch.
Trina flinched and jerked her arm away. “It’s fine, KC. Just leave it alone.” She took off around the side of the house. KC let her go.
With the kitchen cleared, KC rounded back inside to take care of her plate. Jackson still stood at the counter. He was a big man, six foot three, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He’d graduated with KC, two years before Trina. He’d been quarterback of the football team, prom king, and Trina had fallen in love with him the second she laid eyes on him in her freshman year of high school. They’d been together ever since, even through the two years when he was away at Oklahoma State and she was here finishing high school. They’d married as soon as she graduated and, at six years into their marriage, were expecting their second baby.
Jackson smiled his prom-king smile. It’d charmed many a cheerleader out of her panties, if locker-room gossip was anything to go by. KC, despite being more interested in the prom queen than king, was still charmed.
“Sorry ’bout that, KC. Trina’s been pretty emotional this time around.” He pushed a hand through his hair and it fell perfectly over his forehead. “And Buddy still isn’t sleeping through the night…” He sighed. “We’re both just tired.”
“You know I’ll watch him any time. He can spend the night tonight if you want.” KC hoped Emma wouldn’t mind a two-year-old intruder to their evening plans. They spent plenty of time watching movies from her couch anyway; one more night like that instead of going out wouldn’t hurt. “Want me to pick him up later? Or I can take him with me when we’re all paroled.”
Away from Lonnie, KC had decided she was hungry and worked her way through her dinner as she chatted with Jackson. Despite her earlier comment, she was starved. The only thing she’d had to eat that morning was half a slice of pizza before Lonnie descended upon her.
“Would you, KC?” Jackson smiled for real this time. “I have to clear it with Trina, but that’d be great.”
“Let me know.” KC savored her last bite of chicken-fried steak and gravy. Her stomach was fully satisfied. “I’m happy to do it.”
Jackson was on his way out the door when Lonnie entered. “Hello, Mrs. Truvall,” he said, and tipped his head slightly to show respect.
“Jackson.” Lonnie drew the word out to give the full effect of her hot Southern drawl and kept her eyes on KC as she spoke. “Nice to see you.”
The screen slammed shut on the last word. Jackson was long gone and Lonnie didn’t notice. She was too busy slinking across the well-worn linoleum, a panther targeting its next meal.
“Lonnie.” The name sounded like a prayer, a benediction, even to KC’s own ears. “We shouldn’t…”
Lonnie covered her lips with her finger and KC closed her eyes, content to breathe the heady scent of Lonnie’s signature perfume. She’d been wearing it as long as KC remembered. She couldn’t think with Lonnie this close and was content to let Lonnie do that for her.
“Sugar, I need help getting something from upstairs.” Lonnie spoke in a quiet, intimate hush and moved closer to KC with each syllable, until she was speaking directly into KC’s ear. Her warm breath brushed over the skin of KC’s neck. “Can you do that for me?”
KC was dazed, defenseless. Powerless to deny her, she’d have agreed to anything Lonnie suggested. “Of course.” She opened her eyes and leaned away a fraction. She needed a little space that wasn’t filled with warm heat and summer flowers. “What is it?”
“I’ll show you.” Lonnie turned and walked toward the living-room stairs. Her hips moved in a slow, hypnotic swing, the generous curve pulling KC’s eyes along as she moved. KC was mesmerized. Lonnie looked back over her shoulder and asked, “You coming?” Then she disappeared out of view.
“Absolutely,” KC muttered, and tried to collect herself. It was a bad idea, but still she followed like a sixteen-year-old quarterback chasing the irresistible swish of cheerleader skirts.
Chapter Two
When KC was younger, she’d sneak in and out of the house, so she knew exactly how many steps lay between the first and second floor and where the creaking floorboards were. Following Lonnie up the stairs, her eyes fixed firmly on the inviting sway of Lonnie’s backside, KC forgot every last one of those places.
Lonnie turned toward her when she reached the top of the stairs. “Come on, lover,” she whispered, crooking her finger for KC to follow.
KC climbed faster, and the floorboards kept time. When she reached the landing, she pressed close to Lonnie. They were in full view of whoever might pass below. “Now what?” she whispered back, her voice urgent and hot, to match the thundering in her chest.
“Take me to your room.” Lonnie teased the buttons of KC’s shirt, her fingers steadily working them free one by one. KC stood rooted to the spot, unable to choose between the warring desires in her body. Lust and logic at odds once again. Lonnie’s lips brushed KC’s ear. “Please.”
Another button succumbed to Lonnie’s dexterous fingers. KC’s shirt fell open and the decision was made. Lust won this battle, just like all others before, and KC needed to move them away from the landing. She took Lonnie by the hand. “This way.”
KC’s childhood room remained a shrine to her high-school activities. Cheerleading trophies crowded the top of her overflowing bookshelf, and smiling teen heartthrobs lined the walls. What a difference eight years made. She needed to talk to her mama about giving this room an overhaul. If Lonnie led her up the stairs again, she’d rather not be distracted from their tryst by the poster she won at the county fair her sophomore year, no matter how cute Terri Clark was in that white Stetson.
The door slipped shut behind KC, pushed by one of Lonnie’s long, elegant fingers. It latched with a final click that caught in KC’s throat. Time alone with Lonnie was a rushed delicacy, and she always tried to savor the moment. The thrill of it, the thought that this beautiful, sexy woman wanted her, overwhelmed KC, left her struggling to find her way back to shore before drowning completely.
Lonnie pushed KC’s shirt off her shoulders and paused to enjoy the view as the fabric rustled to the floor. “My God.” She traced a finger along the top line of KC’s bra. “I can’t get over how beautiful you are.” She bent her head into KC’s cleavage and followed the finger with her tongue, edging it beneath the lace to taste a little deeper.
KC let her head fall back. It hit the door with a soft thunk and she moaned, a combination of concussion and ecstasy. Usually Lonnie lay back and let KC have her wicked way with her, the soft terrain of her body stretched out for KC to explore and pleasure. KC wasn’t used to Lonnie taking the lead in the actual touching. The seduction leading up to the lovemaking, sure. But when it came time to follow through on the promise, Lonnie defaulted to pillow queen. Her forward advances made KC light-headed. KC scratched her nails against the door, searching for purchase. Should she right the wagon or let Lonnie tip her over the edge?
Lonnie continued to explore her chest with her mouth, tugging her bra to the side to expose her nipples. When she took one between her teeth, KC stopped debating the merits of top versus bottom and gripped the back of Lonnie’s neck to hold her in place. She writhed against the door as Lonnie licked and sucked and bit her way from one nipple to the other. Eventually, after a meteor shower of electric impulse shot from her chest to her cunt and then back again, Lonnie raised her h
ead. When she pressed her lips to KC’s she said in a panting gasp, “We need to hurry.”
Hurry KC could do. Hurry was what she was used to with Lonnie. Rushed coupling sandwiched between meetings and errands. Frantic groping when Lonnie was sure her family wouldn’t miss her. This shifting desperation was the solid ground between her and Lonnie.
KC stopped reveling in Lonnie’s touch and set to work revealing Lonnie’s body. She loosened the belt that was cinched tight around the middle of Lonnie’s flowing Jackie O. style dress. Two undone buttons on the side and she had unfettered access to Lonnie’s sexy parts. Well, she would as soon as she got rid of the bra and panties.
“Hurry, sugar, we don’t have time for soft and sweet.” Lonnie kissed KC hard enough to remind her of her goal: orgasm. Now.
KC pinched Lonnie’s nipple through the fabric of her bra, letting her thumb slide over it in a harsh rub of fabric against sensitive skin. Lonnie hadn’t dressed for seduction. Her bra and panties were there to provide a matronly barrier between her naughty bits and the rest of life.
Undeterred, KC reached low between Lonnie’s legs and slid her panties to the side. Lonnie’s breath hitched and KC wanted desperately to hear it again. She kissed the flesh of Lonnie’s throat, where she pictured the air trapped between inhale and exhale, suspended in ecstasy. It was a hot, open-mouthed kiss that lacked elegance but held desperate promise. She reversed their positions, spinning until Lonnie’s back was flush with the door and she was flush with Lonnie’s front.
There, with Lonnie pressed tight against the door, KC explored Lonnie’s folds like this was the first time, like her fingers didn’t know the delicious slip-slide of Lonnie’s passion, like she hadn’t memorized the contours enveloping her clit and cunt just hours before. Jesus, she just couldn’t get enough.
Lonnie moaned and KC circled her tight nerves to extend the moan, to urge it louder. She wanted Lonnie to sing to heaven about how good KC’s fingers felt twisting between her legs.
“KC?” Kendall’s voice drifted up the stairs and KC clamped her hand over Lonnie’s mouth.
She eased a finger inside Lonnie, long and smooth, not stopping until she was fully sheathed.
“Quiet,” she whispered, low and soft in Lonnie’s ear. To punctuate the word, she withdrew and pushed in again with two fingers, a little harder and deeper.
Lonnie bit against her hand and curled her fingers into KC’s shoulders. The nails pierced KC’s skin, a decadent, sharp sting, and KC wished for a hand of her own to muffle her sounds. It took everything in her to not cry out.
Kendall didn’t call KC again. She must have moved on.
KC thrust hard but oh so controlled. Sometimes, when they had just a little more time, KC let herself go. During those times, she would thrash and grind and moan along with Lonnie. When they were in a precarious situation, with danger of being caught imminent, she focused everything on making Lonnie break.
She debated sucking the smooth skin of Lonnie’s neck, the place where her breath got caught in her throat. She wanted to nibble and bite and leave a bruise of ownership, a mark fitting a teenage romp, not a middle-aged mother. To Lonnie, KC was a tryst. Hickeys and love bites were the products of illicit coupling, the signs of debauchery. But KC loved the smooth perfection of Lonnie’s body and wanted to be invited to enjoy the lush wonderland again, no matter how rushed her time.
Instead of an external mark, KC relished the internal. She was sure she was a lot of firsts for Lonnie. Her first affair. Her first woman. Her first multiple orgasm. KC angled her body so she could use the power of her hips and thigh to drive her thrusts a little deeper. Lonnie’s body started to shake, the tension radiating out from her belly, and KC kissed a little lower, burying her head in the crook of Lonnie’s neck, the soft oasis between neck and shoulder. Lonnie’s legs quaked. She was close. Just a little more and KC would have to tighten the seal over her mouth, then release it immediately so Lonnie could breathe. She always pulled in heavy, heaving gulps of air as she recovered.
KC worried the skin above Lonnie’s collarbone with her teeth, tested the weight of the muscle with a little more pressure than normal, and Lonnie let out a keening whine into KC’s palm. KC thrust harder, bottoming out with her hand slapping hard and fast against Lonnie’s clit. Lonnie’s body tensed and she held herself stiff and tall, pushing back against the door while simultaneously falling into KC. KC bit down hard enough to leave teeth marks visible the next day, and Lonnie convulsed around her, her voice rising in the cage of KC’s hand.
The tension drained from Lonnie’s body and she slumped forward. KC held her upright, leveraging her against the door as she whispered sweet words in her ear. She brushed her lips against the impression left behind by her teeth, then breathed kisses into Lonnie’s hair. She rocked her fingers gently, then withdrew.
It never took long for Lonnie to recover, but those few soft moments were KC’s favorite.
KC wasn’t the type of woman who found her satisfaction in the pleasure of others. Lonnie’s orgasm didn’t leave her feeling well satisfied and complete. The ache left behind from their morning rendezvous had ramped to full-blown need with each step up the stairs. Now, with the scent of Lonnie in the air and the taste of her on her fingers, KC was desperate in her need. Passion flared through her and she tried to tamp it down.
Lonnie was coming down quickly, and their respective families were already starting to miss them. There was no time to worry about KC’s neglected libido.
“I’m sorry, sugar.” Lonnie caressed KC’s breasts, fondling and pinching her nipples. “God, I want you.” She nipped at the tense edge of KC’s jaw, her fingers teasing but not venturing far enough to follow through. “We need to find more time.”
KC blew out a heavy breath and pulled away from Lonnie with a shaky inhale. She took two steps back and grabbed a handful of Kleenex from her dresser to wipe her fingers. She’d rather lick them clean, but their families were close, Kendall the spy was actively searching, and the taste of Lonnie would send KC charging into disaster. No way would she be able to walk away if she indulged even the tiniest bit. She took another deep breath, steadier than the last, and then straightened her bra. As she was buttoning her blouse, she said, “I know, but I don’t like it.”
From the safe distance of two feet away, she dared to look at Lonnie. Her lips were red and bruised—too much pressure from KC’s kisses, followed by her hand. And Lonnie’s perfect hair was coming slightly undone. The sight of her made KC’s knees weak, and she took another purposeful step away from temptation. She wanted Lonnie so badly.
Lonnie reached for her, fingers beckoning, but KC remained steadfast. As much as she wanted, needed, Lonnie to touch her, it would be the last time if they got caught. Lonnie made it clear that this was an affair. This fun, mind-blowing sex would stop if Glen got even the slightest whiff of it.
“I’ll go first.” She raked her fingers through her hair. It was forever a tangle so no one would likely notice it now. On the other hand, the few hairs out of place on Lonnie’s head screamed freshly fucked. “You better straighten up.”
KC skirted around Lonnie, giving her a wide berth. One touch and all that hard-earned self-control would shatter. She slipped out and left Lonnie to collect herself.
Kendall was waiting on the other side.
“There you are.” Kendall leaned against the wall directly across from the door, her arms folded and legs crossed casually in front. She looked settled in for the duration. Alarm bells sounded, and KC hoped her face didn’t betray the panic running helter-skelter inside her.
“Here I am.” She wiped her hand over her mouth, checking her lipstick. The smell of Lonnie’s desire clung to her fingers. She looked guilty.
“Mr. Truvall is ready to leave but he can’t find Mrs. Truvall.” Kendall raised an eyebrow and gestured toward the closed bedroom door. “Any idea where she might be?”
KC’s heart pounded hard and fast. She shook her head. “Kendall…”
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br /> Glen rounded the stairs at that exact moment and KC felt the blood drain from her face. She’d never fainted before, but it was a real possibility with only a hollow-core door standing between Glen Truvall and his adulterous wife.
“I found your wife, Mr. Truvall.” Kendall straightened, her smile looked friendly and sincere, but it was totally fake. KC recognized it after years of watching Kendall sell Girl Scout cookies. Smile like you have exactly what the other person wants. No one else was ever the wiser, and Kendall became Scout of the Year more than once because of it. KC braced for impact.
“Oh?” Glen returned Kendall’s smile reflexively. “Where are you keeping her?”
Kendall laced her arm with KC’s. “She wasn’t feeling well after she ate. Unsettled stomach.” Kendall nodded discreetly, working her audience. “KC helped her find a quiet place to rest.”
Lonnie, no doubt listening to events unfold from inside the room, opened the door at Kendall’s announcement. KC pictured Lonnie frantically searching for a place to hide, perhaps beneath the bed or in the back of the closet, then sighing with relief when Kendall threw up a smoke screen.
KC’s stomach knotted tighter. What was Kendall playing at?
“KC, thank you ever so for your assistance.” She kissed KC on the cheek and, with her hand hidden from view, squeezed her ass firmly. The damn woman got off on the duplicity of it all. “I’m feeling a little better.”
She gave KC a final little pat on the bottom. Kendall had to have felt the movement. KC came a little closer to vomiting with each second.
“Let’s get you home, darling.” Glen offered Lonnie his arm. They descended the stairs with him doting on her, promising to take care of her all night.
Kendall released KC’s arm and turned to face her. KC didn’t mirror her stance. She would fall apart under her big sister’s scrutiny. Everything about this situation was wrong and Kendall would judge her harshly. She couldn’t deny the truth but didn’t want to face it just yet.