by K. Webster
Her head tilts up and I get lost in her crystal clear blue-eyed gaze. I slip my fingers into her messy hair and hold her still. My intent is to kiss her perfect lips but I hesitate just inches from her mouth. A tiny moan of need trickles from her making me smile.
“Anyone ever tell you how amazing you are?” I question, my lips brushing against her soft ones.
She chuckles as she grips my shirt. “You. Always. You’re the only one.” Sadness seeps into her eyes.
“They’re all blind,” I tell her and nuzzle my nose against hers. “Sometimes I’m greedy. I’m glad I’m the only one who sees you. If they saw just how perfect you were, they’d want to take you away from me.”
Her breath hitches and tickles my lips. I press a gentle kiss to her mouth. When I go to take a breath, she parts her lips open, offering me her sweet tongue. I don’t hesitate and kiss the mouth I never stop thinking about. She tastes like ice cream and honey and cherries. Sweet and succulent and addicting. This time I’m the one groaning when I deepen our kiss, owning her tongue with mine. Her palms travel up my chest and rest on my shoulders. We eventually break from our kiss. I rest my forehead against hers, simply reveling in her lingering taste. Inhaling her unique scent that never leaves my presence.
“I’m glad they’re blind then,” she says, her voice full of light and love.
I give her a crooked grin. “And if they suddenly see you one day,” I say with a teasing possessive growl. “Then I’ll have Bones stab their eyeballs out. He’d totally do it. Am I right?”
She pulls away and laughs all the way to our secret spot. The one where we used to go to when we were teenagers. The old abandoned building by the water is still a hunk of cluttered metal and overgrown weeds. It makes it easy for us to park on a deserted stretch of road. The hole in the fence still exists so we make our way quickly over to it before any passers-by notice us.
Her tiny frame easily slips through the opening and she disappears into the thicket of trees. Now that I’ve bulked up some, it’s harder to fit through the hole. I end up tearing my shirt on a wicked piece of fencing but thankfully it only scratches the skin instead of tearing through it. Our old path has long since grown over and I have to listen for sounds of water rushing by to lead the way. When I make it to the beachy area, she’s already tearing off her shirt and revealing to the world her perfect body.
My dick lurches when she shoves her shorts down. Then, with gleeful steps, she skips out into the water.
“It’s warm,” she says, turning back around to grin at me. Her body dips down to her shoulders. Soon, her bra and panties are thrown back to the shore.
“Don’t go out too far,” I warn.
She laughs. “Okay, Fletcher.”
Rolling my eyes, I unbutton my dress shirt and toss it onto the beach. Her eyes never leave mine as I undress all the way down to my boxers and wade out after her.
“Fuck!” I complain. “This is not warm, Kady!”
Her giggles bounce off the water and no doubt enchant the fish swimming beneath the surface. “Oops. I lied.”
Shivering, I splash toward her and then dip down to my shoulders as well. “Come here, liar.”
She slips her arms around my neck and wraps her legs around my waist. I grab her hips and pull her flush against my erection that’s barely contained beneath my boxers.
“I missed this,” I tell her and run my nose along hers.
She sighs and leans her head back, offering me her neck. My lips find her cool flesh. Suckling her skin, I grow impossibly hard with the need to take her right here in this river like old times. When life was simpler.
Before one of the dark parts of our relationship—a time when a small mistake had a huge consequences.
Back when something great and wonderful threatened to rip us apart.
“Yeo,” she purrs against my ear. “Put your cock inside of me. I need you.”
My dick begs and pleads and practically tears through my boxers to chase after her perfect pussy. I grind against her, causing her to yelp out in pleasure but shake my head. “Not out here, babe. No condoms.”
She pouts but doesn’t press it further. The air becomes thick around us. Thick with memories of when she was just sixteen and pregnant. With our baby. We both ache from the sudden loss of it. A loss that happened without a bit of warning. A loss that ripped apart her sanity and sent my sweet girl into a tailspin of angry emotions. It wasn’t until after we’d lost the baby, early on enough in the pregnancy that we were the only ones who knew about it but far along enough for it to hurt, that she told me she wasn’t mentally equipped to be a mother. And she wasn’t exactly keen on fathers either. One glimmer of fear—toward me of all people—shone in her eyes and I vowed I would never see that look directed at me ever again.
Simply put, Kady doesn’t trust men easily.
Fathers to be exact.
And I would have been a father. To her child. The look she flashed me in that quick moment solidified the fact she’d always fear for her child like her mother feared for her. The look of fear…was I capable of doing the same atrocities her father had done to her?
Of course I would never hurt Kady or our children or anyone for that matter.
But Kady, deep down inside her heart, didn’t know that.
There would always be the doubt.
And the doubt is enough to keep me pulling on a condom without fail. Every time. The doubt is what makes me the most responsible lover on the planet. I won’t lose Kady. She’ll always be my family. Just the two of us. That’s the only way it will ever be for us.
She pulls away and regards me with a small smile. “What now, Yeo?”
Smirking at her, I tickle her ribs. “Whatever you want, Kadydid.”
A thoughtful expression washes over her face as she looks past me at the moving river. Hope. It’s a fleeting look, and quite frankly one I hardly ever see on her, but it’s one I want to put there again and again.
“I want to stop thinking of a world without you. The punishment of all of those years was too much. My life just isn’t as sweet without you. How do we make that happen?” she questions, her dark brows bunching together.
Holding her to me, I press a soft kiss to her supple lips. “It’s happening now. Right now. Don’t you feel it? All around us. Seeping inside of us. My love for you never went anywhere. I was just forced to lock it away. Because you asked me to. Now, I’m asking you to unlock it and free it. And toss the fucking key in the river where it belongs because I don’t ever want to deny myself you ever again. We deserve to be happy, my sweet, sweet Kadence.”
Our lips meet and she kisses me slowly at first. But then our kisses become urgent and needy. And if I don’t get her out of this water in the next thirty seconds, I’ll do something we’ll regret a hundred percent later. Grabbing her ass, I lift her as I haul straight for the riverbank. Once we reach my clothes, I set her down on her back. Quickly, I shove down my boxers and dry my cock off with my shirt. I snatch out a condom, rip it open, and sheath my dick before my next breath.
As I stroke my cock through the rubber, I regard the beautiful woman stretched out on the banks. Her dark hair is halfway wet, tangled and messy as fuck, but I want it in my grasp. I want her screaming my name as I drive into her over and over without a care of anyone seeing us.
“Spread your legs apart and let me see you,” I instruct as I move to stand right beside her.
That pretty crimson flush blankets her creamy skin in a way that has me wanting to say the naughtiest things I can think of to keep it there always.
“Yeo,” she whimpers, her fingers tickling over her nipples, hardening them with her touch. “Don’t make me wait, crazy man.”
I lift an eyebrow at her and grin. “What do you want, greedy girl?”
“You. Inside me. Now.” Her voice is husky and has a slight growl to it.
Dropping to my knees, I grab onto her thighs and open her up to me. Her pussy beckons me like always. Water droplets danc
e down past the little strip of dark hair and past her swollen lips. Speaking of lips, I lick my own and flash her a hungry stare.
“No…” she groans. “Not that. Not now. I need you.”
Giving up on my quest to eat her out until she screams, alerting anyone within hearing distance of our deviant ways, I climb on top of her. She lets out a gasp when our flesh connects. I grip my throbbing dick and tease her opening with the tip.
“You want me to fuck you, Kadydid?”
Her lips twitch with amusement. “I want you to make love to me.”
I could never deny her anything she asks. Certainly not that. I rest my palm beside her face as I push my cock into her. She clutches onto my shoulders, her nails practically puncturing the skin, and she uses her heels to force me in all of the way. But I like teasing her and resist driving all of the way into her like she wants me to. When she pouts, something that makes my cock seem to grow incredibly harder, I give this beautiful woman her wish.
“AHHH!” she moans as I slam into her, the sound of our slick skin slapping its own little song on the riverbank.
I crash my mouth to hers, our teeth knocking together, as I thrust into her. Over and over. Harder and harder. I kiss her hard and soft and long and sweet. Never enough with Kadence. I’m always left yearning for more of her. I crave every single facet, every broken piece of her. I want them all collected and locked away in my heart where they belong.
She’s moaning and squirming but she’s not coming. I’m about to orgasm any second now—years and years of not being with her has done that to me and will take several times to break. Sneaking a hand between us, I massage her clit the way she loves while never losing stride between us.
“Come for me, Kadydid,” I grunt against her lips. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
Her whimpers become ragged breaths of need as she gives in to her carnal urge to climax. A ripple courses through her body before she cries out my name, shuddering with pleasure afterward. It’s enough to have me losing control. The desire to close my eyes is strong but the need to see her bright blue eyes shimmering with love and pleasure is stronger.
“Yessss,” I breathe against her mouth as I empty my seed into the thin barrier separating us. “So perfect.”
My cock stops throbbing so intensely, and I settle onto my elbows. Her lips are parted and swollen, a pink hue forming around them from the shadow of hair that’s barely begun to stubble my face.
“Life’s just easier with you,” she murmurs, her eyes full of light and love.
“It’s time to relax, beautiful, and let me take care of you like I was born to do. Let’s get home and showered. I want to take you to dinner tonight. Just us.”
The light darkens and her lips fall into a pout. “What if I ruin dinner? Again?”
I run my fingers through the hair near her temples and massage the side of her head with my thumbs. “You didn’t ruin anything. When are you going to get it through your thick skull that I don’t care about anyone else? I don’t care about what they think or what they say. All I care about is you. Learn it. Memorize it. Don’t fucking forget it, Kadydid.”
Her mouth parts to say something else in argument, but I press my lips to hers. My mouth whispers my words into hers. “Don’t fucking forget it.”
“Are we going to your house for dinner?” she questions as I guide her down the street toward my house.
“Yep,” I tell her, squeezing her hand. “But don’t worry. Mom went out with Dad, so it’ll be just us. Don’t stress.”
She stops and shakes her head. “You’re going to cook?”
Laughing, I point at the pizza man already sitting in my driveway. “Nope. Dominoes is cooking tonight.”
Her laughter is sweet and addicting as she runs toward my house. The summer dress she’s wearing is short and flies up every time she kicks up her legs, revealing to me her sexy pink panties. We had sex again after our shower on her bed and I’m already dying to be inside of her again.
“Wait up,” I call out as I chase after her.
When I reach her, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. She screams—loud and uncaring of who will hear—until I put her back on her feet.
I release her and she wanders into my yard straight for Mom’s rose bush by the front porch. She bends over and once again shows her pretty panties to me. And the fucking delivery guy.
“How much?” I snap, making him jerk his gaze away from my girlfriend’s ass back to mine.
“Uh, thirty-seven fifty-three,” he stammers. I can tell his eyes want to wander back over to her but I hold his gaze.
When I pay him and take the food, I make sure to block his view as he leaves. Once he’s safely gone, I nod with my chin up to the house. “Let me feed you, beautiful.”
Her cheeks turn rosy and her bright blues twinkle with delight. This is the Kady I’ve loved for so long. The Kady that’s been hiding since I left.
I missed her so fucking much.
“What are you going to feed me?” she teases, her eyes darkening with lust.
She missed me so fucking much too.
“Well,” I say as we climb the steps and head inside, “I’m going to feed you actual food because you’re wasting away.”
At this she makes a harrumph.
“But then…” I set the food down on the counter and turn to her with a wicked grin. “Then I’m going to feed you your dessert. Every thick, long, delicious inch of it.”
She giggles, oh-so fucking cute, and pokes me in the stomach. “Dessert is supposed to be sweet, not salty.”
“I’m Korean. We don’t like sweet desserts,” I argue, although my argument is weak considering she’s known me since I was ten years old and knows that I certainly have a sweet tooth that matches hers.
“I forgot…you like rice cakes,” she says, pretending to gag.
“I like you. You’re pretty sweet.”
She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me softly. “Bones would beg to differ.”
I slip my hands up under her dress, gripping her ass through her panties and squeeze her to me. “Bones isn’t here, therefore his argument is invalid.”
“It’s a good thing. He’d eat all of our pizza.”
“I didn’t order Cheetos flavored anything, so I think we’re safe.”
She pulls away from me and smiles before lifting the lid. “Our favorite,” she gushes.
I grab a couple of plates from the cabinet and let her serve up our pepperoni pizza with extra mushrooms.
“What are we drinking?” I question as I saunter to the refrigerator.
She shrugs. “Got any beer?”
I pull out a cold bottle of white wine. “Nope, but we have this.”
Once we’re settled at the table, she tells me what her plans are for the rest of the week. Lessons on several of the days. I plan to cut out during those times and look at a few more properties. Maybe also call my good buddy Kush Pawan. If I plan on making this practice actually work and also on giving Kady the attention she needs, then I’m going to need someone like Dr. Pawan dedicated to the cause. His father wants him back in Mumbai, but Kush is a rebel like me. Together we could actually make this work.
“I think you’re trying to get me drunk,” I tell her after the second bottle of wine.
She pulls my empty glass away and sets it on the coffee table. I groan when she straddles me. Her lips quirk up into a devious grin that has me wanting to rip her panties off before her next breath. “Maybe I like it when you get drunk.” Her voice is a soft purr that hardens my cock between us.
“What’s your play, Kadydid?”
She shrugs and dips down to capture my lips with hers. My fingers dig into her hips to grind her against me while we kiss. “I don’t have a play.”
“Is this about Bones? Did he tell you to get me drunk?” I lean back and search her eyes for deception.
A flicker.
One tiny flicker and I know.
“This i
s about Bones.”
Her lip trembles and my finger twitches to stop it. When she doesn’t say anything, I do reach up and press the pad of my fingertip to her soft, swollen lip. She grabs my wrist with her eyes on mine, and slips her mouth around my finger. A groan rumbles through me as she sucks on it like she would my cock.
Needy. Greedy. Quickly. All eyes on me. Desire painting her every feature.
“Kady…”
She slides her lips from my finger and frowns. “I was trying to soften you up. He wants to talk to you. Hates how things were left between you two. You’re easier to talk to when you’ve been drinking.”
Grabbing her hips, I gently push her onto the sofa beside me. “I become too easy to talk to. You know what happens when he…he…” I let out a frustrated sigh. “Everything becomes way too fucking confusing.” Running my palm across the back of my neck, I attempt to massage away some of the stress knotting up the muscles there. “I can’t do this with him. I’m here with you and I don’t want to jeopardize that.”
When she remains quiet, playing with the hem of her dress, but not making eye contact with me, I begin to sense her sadness through my tipsy haze. Bones is her best friend. If he hurts, she hurts. If she hurts, I hurt.
“Kady,” I say with a groan, clutching on to her hand and pulling it to my mouth to kiss it. “Last time Bones and I ‘talked,’ it ended with him sucking my dick.”
My gaze finds hers to gauge her reaction. Her cheeks turn pink and she smiles. “It makes him happy to make you happy. You know that.”
“But I want to make you happy. Yes, I love him…in a different type of way. I’m not denying that at all,” I say, my voice growing husky with emotion. “But not how I love you. You’re asking me to lead him on. This gets worse and worse every year, babe. He falls deeper and deeper. For me, I question my morality. It’s not healthy. I’m here now and we’re striving for a healthy relationship. One that doesn’t involve Bones in our bed when the mood strikes.”
Her lip wobbles and she nods. “I know…but…” Her breath comes out in a ragged sigh. “Give him one more night of intimacy. He’ll need closure, Yeo. Please,” she chokes out, “you have no idea how much he needs this for his survival.”
