Undeniably His

by Amanda Chayse

  “The gang at the office kept asking us when Kalin would be out of the hospital,” Peter explains over a cup of coffee. “As soon as they had a date, you couldn’t stop them from getting together. It was pretty self-organizing, actually. We just went along for the ride. Madison organized a lot of it. She really reminded me of Rebecca the way she bounced around organizing everything.”

  I peer up at Kalin, and his lips press into a line after taking a sip of coffee. “It was a very considerate gesture. Seeing everyone again was really amazing. I haven’t seen some of them for seven or eight months.”

  “Kalin, it won’t be hard to return. They want you back. How are you going to handle this?” Peter asks.

  Kalin tastes the blueberry jam that his mom is putting on a plate with English muffins. She smiles with contentment as she fixes breakfast for her family.

  Kalin leans back on the counter and licks his fingers. “Our stockholder agreement bars anyone facing criminal charges from serving on the board.”

  “No one has been arrested and charged yet, much less convicted.” Peter smiles as he pours me a cup of coffee and hands it to me. I thank him and enjoy the rich smell before taking a sip.

  “My lawyer has collected a lot of evidence that the police don’t have yet. As soon as he passes it along to them, they should be arrested and removed from the board. He’s been in contact with the detectives already.” He reaches around his mom, who peeks up and smiles at him, and grabs a napkin to wipe his fingers. His forehead creases slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I only wish we had the truck. If we had that…then we would have everything. Search warrants, arrest warrants, the whole deal.” He is lost in thought for a moment, scraping his jawline with his fingers, then tosses the napkin into the trash and returns his eyes to us. “But I think we do have enough to arrest them.”

  “I wonder where the truck is?” I mutter while taking a sip of coffee.

  “Have you tried ProEast Energy?” Peter asks. “They have an entire lot of trucks that they use for transporting equipment, big-rig tractors and specialized trucks for transporting fracking chemicals and water.” Peter sits at the table and glances at the morning newspaper. There is no news about Kalin or the investigation, which he seems to notice with a slightly raised brow.

  “That’s a good idea, Dad. Dale also has his own truck, but he would have been an idiot to use it for this. Maybe ProEast lent him the truck. God knows they gave him everything else to carry this out.”

  “A lot of these trucks that have been damaged are tagged for repairs in the lots. Others are tagged for disposal. But you should at least check the lot.” Peter was a civil engineer and knows about the logistics of trucks and heavy machinery used on major projects.

  I set my coffee between my hands on the table. “You would think they would have destroyed it by now, all things considered.”

  “You would think.” Kalin nods at me. “Maybe they have. Or maybe they didn’t think they would have to worry about it without any witnesses,” he sniffs. “I’ll bet they’re worried about it now. I’ll have Atkinson request a search warrant for the premises.”

  “That truck should be in Mexico in a thousand pieces by now,” I huff.

  “It won’t be that easy to move around a damaged big rig without tearing it apart, especially after your report to the police. I’m going to call Atkinson.” Kalin reaches for his cell phone, taps the screen and wanders into the living room with the phone to his ear. A few seconds later he returns. “Atkinson is asking the detectives assigned to this case to get a search warrant for the lot based on the evidence.”

  “Do you think the chances are good that the court will issue one?” Peter asks.

  “I’m sure the truck didn’t exactly advertise ‘ProEast Energy’ on the side,” Kalin grumbles as he sits down at the table. “But he thinks we have enough for a search warrant.”

  Kalin glances at me and then his eyes swing to his parents. “We haven’t even had a chance to enjoy the hikes, the trails, the bay, or the golf course. You guys should enjoy the trails while Annabelle and I clean up. Then we can do whatever you like today.” His pleasant smile turns into a wicked grin when he glances my way.

  “It’s certainly a beautiful place you have here, Kalin, but we came here to see you get better.” Lauren places scrambled eggs mixed with bits of bacon onto each plate. The mouthwatering smell rushes over me. Kalin was right. I am famished.

  “Well, I am better. Now you should both enjoy the beach and the trails,” Kalin insists.

  “Are you telling us to take a hike, Kalin?” Peter smirks.

  Kalin lifts his head in laughter. “I wouldn’t put it that way, Dad.” He takes a sip of juice and flicks his eyes to mine.

  I stifle a grin and taste the eggs. “These are so delicious.”

  “Plenty for seconds,” Lauren smiles as she places a bowl of fresh melons and strawberries on the table with the English muffins and blueberry jam.

  “I want you and mom to enjoy this area while you’re both here. No reason to dart off without enjoying yourselves. It will give me a chance to follow up with the search warrant, and clean up.” Kalin maintains a solemn expression while he dips into his breakfast, but I know what he’s thinking, and it has nothing to do with cleaning up unless he’s talking about me. Part of me can’t seem to quench the curiosity of what he and Madison had together, and why he didn’t tell me about their relationship. I need to talk to him alone.

  After a pleasant breakfast, Kalin walks outside with his parents and elaborates on the trails around the house and the bay. “If you get lost, just head for the beach,” Kalin says. “From there you can find the clear path home. Otherwise it’s pretty straightforward.” He mentions that the whole area is under security now, to which his parents nod with understanding and acceptance.

  Kalin stalks back into the house with a glint in his eye. He wraps his strong arms around me and presses me up next to his body. “Now, we are alone, really alone for the first time in…”

  “…four weeks.” I grin.

  “Longest four weeks of my life.” My chest is against his right side, and his hand is pushing my ass into him possessively. My desire for him wages war with my thoughts.

  “Kalin, we have to talk.” I manage to get the words out before his mouth devours mine. The wetness of his kiss bathes me in warmth and gathers to my center. His arousal presses against me, and I press into him and taste what I have been missing for so long. He lifts my T-shirt over my arms, and my resistance melts in the dark desire of his eyes. I raise my arms and gasp as Kalin lifts my seamless bra over my aching breasts, and up and over my head. His eyes rake over me as he tosses my bra to the floor with my T-shirt.

  “I forgot how beautiful you really are, Annabelle. You know it’s been too long, and I have to have you.”

  “Yes,” I plead.

  He lowers his mouth over my hardening nipple, and presses his lips over the peak of my breast. A small gasp escapes my mouth. My back arches into him, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and neck, embracing the fire spreading from my sensitive breasts to every part of me, feeling his desire with every stroke of his lips and tongue. I can no longer fight the feeling ripping through me. He buries his face in my breasts, and my fingers plunge through his hair while he sucks on my nipple, clenching me with his teeth, and alternating to the other with the same delightful assault. My head falls back from the heated torment, and a moan escapes my mouth while his greedy mouth moves to my other hard nipple, taking me into his mouth, sucking and scraping me with his teeth.

  Kalin is feasting on my engorged tips now, garnering all of his satisfaction from my swelling flesh. “So beautiful. Is this enough, baby? Come for me just like this.” The suction of his mouth over my aching peaks is already pushing me over the edge, and I whimper in his ear while he continues his oral assault on my breasts.

  “Kalin!”

  “I love to hear you say my name when you’re about to come. Say my name, baby
. Come for me.”

  “Kalin, please. It’s too much. It’s too much.”

  Kalin twists my nipple with his teeth and tugs, sending my head back from the shockwave running down my spine. His full lips stroke me to a frenzy, while his thumb and finger twist and torture my other nipple. I realize I have no chance of escaping the inexorable orgasm rolling through me. “Kalin, no. Please.”

  “Are you coming for me, Annabelle? So ready. So sexy. All for me. I missed you too, baby,” he growls. The words send me over the edge, and I come before I have a chance to strip out of my jeans and panties.

  “Kalin, no.” I hit him weakly on his muscled chest with the bottom of my fist, and breathe with a tinge of embarrassment.

  “Shhh. It’s okay, baby.”

  “You’re so bad. You’re so bad to me,” I huff.

  “I have no choice with you, baby. You make me that way. So hot and wet, so ready. What choice did you give me?”

  I pout, and Kalin lifts my chin. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

  “You’re so bad to me. You’re so bad, Kalin.”

  “What is it?”

  “I have to wash my clothes. I came in my panties. What am I going to do now?”

  “I have clothes here. Don’t worry. Don’t ever apologize for coming for me, Annabelle. You are so sexy. You’re such a beautiful sight when you come. Nothing else matters to me now. Just you. Just us.” Kalin devours my mouth with another hungry kiss, and the heat of his lips and tongue keeps me defenseless and wanting more of him. I press my mouth to his, savoring his full lips, our tongues dancing and twisting and tasting each other, lighting my body on fire.

  “You missed me, didn’t you baby?” Kalin breathes hot between words.

  “Yes. I missed you. I really missed you,” I pant through the heat of our kisses.

  He glides his hands down my back and over the curve of my ass, and pulls me toward him. I press my legs against his, and I feel the muscles in his arms and shoulders ripple and flex as he hoists me up by my upper thighs and ass. I want to wrap my legs around him, but I know that his left side is still healing. I slide down his body, feeling his arousal grind against my crotch, and then my stomach, as he slowly slides my body down his long frame with his hands planted firmly under my ass. He’s growing ever harder, and I moan into his mouth from the friction, which he swallows with a hard and sweet kiss. His eyes glint with desire and anticipation as he sets me back down and walks me to the master bedroom, tugging at my hand.

  Kalin pulls me onto the bed, kissing my mouth and slicking his tongue over my neck and to my breasts, filling me with more and more desire. “Let’s take care of those jeans now, shall we?”

  Kalin pulls my jeans over my hips, closes his eyes and breathes me in. The look on his face is intoxicating. “God, you are so sweet.” He rubs his nose against my wet lace bikini panties, and inhales with a bearish groan. “How I missed the scent of you, my Annabelle. So sweet. So enticing. I can’t wait to lick you up,” he snarls. His words are so shameless and raw.

  He presses his lips into my panties and lets off a deep groan that echoes through me, causing my hips to twist toward him. Slipping his fingers under the delicate lace, he pulls my panties down and kisses my tender skin from my waist to my pubic hair, working his way to my center with a hunger evident in each slick flick of his tongue.

  Drawing closer to my wet, swollen center, the light flicks of his tongue on my tender folds become hungrier, more intense, and more demanding. Every deep groan of pleasure and every penetrating lap of his rough tongue cause my legs to part and surrender. Kalin devours me, pushing his tongue inside me while massaging my clit with his finger. His tongue probes deep inside my swelling folds and my body quivers and shifts against his invasion. Hot blasts of air combined with his masculine, baritone growls are sending me to the brink again. I begin to whimper and cry out as another searing storm cloud of ecstasy grows in agonizing intensity.

  Kalin flicks my hard clit with his tongue, and the storm becomes a super-intense flame that burns through me and ignites my center to a melting point. My body quivers and shudders, and I can no longer hold out. A rush of orgasms rip through me. I scream out. “Oh, my God, it’s so muuch. It’s so muuuch!” Kalin laps me up, his eyes aglow with passion and decadence. Standing up with an expression of sheer lust, his eyes roam over me with pleasure. He tugs my shoes and socks off, and pulls my pants off my hips and down my legs, tossing them on the floor.

  Kalin leans over the bed and removes each of his shoes, then unbuckles his belt, twists out of his jeans, and tosses them aside. I can see the outline of his swollen, bulbous head and shaft firmly pressed and extended against the cotton fabric of his briefs. He tugs at the waistband on his briefs, and pulls the elastic up and over to clear his massive erection pointing upward. I pull my knees up while watching his glistening hardness spring free from the fabric. He pulls out of his briefs and flicks them onto the rumpled pile of clothes steadily gathering on the floor. Working the buttons on his shirt, his dark eyes wander over my body before burning like flames into mine. He peels his shirt off, and tosses it with the rest of his clothes. The muscles of his arms ripple and cord, and his massive erection is pointing straight up over the smooth rippled slabs of his stomach.

  I feel my center clench from the thought of him inside of me. He walks toward me, his erection bouncing and slapping against his flat stomach. He crawls on top of me and presses my forearms to the bed. “My sweet little Annabelle, how long I have waited for this moment.” He grazes the skin on my neck with his teeth and lips, and I twist my hips toward him as the sharp sensations prickle down to my center.

  Kalin leans up from me on his knees, and my eyes lock onto his beautiful body. His broad chest muscles clench with power, and his long body is perfectly proportioned into a V shape. His stomach is long and lean, with hard plates of muscle visible under his taut, golden skin. The scar from his ribs to his chest does not diminish the beauty of his body, but somehow makes him more rugged and carnal, more dangerous and dominant.

  Kalin grabs a pillow and places it under my ass. “My side is still healing. This will keep it clear, and will give you a wild ride, baby.”

  “Whatever it takes, Kalin. Just fuck me,” I rasp.

  Kalin positions the pillow so that my pelvis is angled up. I wrap my legs around his waist and smile with anticipation. Kalin pulls me toward him and leans in with a playful growl. I run my small hands over the magnificent muscles of his chest, now within reach. I kiss the hard, throbbing mounds of his chest, and press my lips over his areola, licking and tasting his warm, salty flesh, and the hard peak of his nipple. My hands slide to his waist, and around his stomach, feeling the hard slabs of muscle over his beautiful, smooth skin, the indented line that travels from between the beautiful mounds of his chest to his navel, and down to his throbbing, powerful shaft.

  Kalin presses my forearms back, causing aching want to wash over my body. I want to touch him, feel him, have him, but his strong grip denies me, and he pushes my arms back to the bed. I am aching for his invasion. He angles my body so that I am away from his injured left side, and with one powerful thrust, he enters my begging center. My back arches and I shriek with pain mixed with delight.

  He is holding my left hip up with his right arm, and his arm and chest muscles throb and sweat beautifully to the rhythm of his thrusts. My hips angle so that each powerful thrust strokes my upper wall, causing searing heat to erupt and burn to my center, igniting like fire to every nerve and fiber. Beads of sweat glisten over me, and I am losing control of my body. Kalin pounds me harder, and involuntary and unintelligible cries of ecstasy escape from my mouth. His guttural growls are matched with hard thrusts, and I am in his thrall of punishing, uncontrollable ecstasy. I grasp his forearms and splinter under him in a thousand pieces as another orgasm rips through me and causes me to shriek involuntarily.

  Kalin comes a few seconds later with a deep, satisfied rumble. I drift between my body and some heavenly place
only Kalin takes me. My breathing is ragged and my heart is pounding. Kalin gently releases my legs and pulls out of me, which gives me one last sharp, pleasant sensation during the afterglow of the orgasm.

  “Absolutely incredible. When are your parents coming back?” I ask with a hint of concern.

  “The hike is about an hour. They should be back soon. I can wash your delicious body if you like.” Kalin narrows his eyes at me and lifts a brow.

  “You know we don’t have time.” I shake my head at his persistence. Kalin is already ready to go. What a sex god.

  “Then while you take a shower, I can wash your clothes, and you can put on some jeans I have for you in the closet here. No one will know,” he says with amusement.

  “Thank God you have some extra clothes here,” I say with a shade of embarrassment. “But you should know this will only work if you comb your just-fucked hair, Kalin. As sexy as it is, it is pretty obvious what you’ve been doing.”

  Kalin sits on the bed and runs his hand through his hair. Turning to me, he traces his finger around my outer foot. He lifts my foot and kisses my instep, and massages the fleshy part under my toes. “You have beautiful feet, Annabelle. Every part of you is beautiful.”

  “Kalin, we still have to talk.”

  “I know. Go take a shower,” he growls.

  Kalin runs a comb through his thick, tousled hair. I bite my lip and watch him before shutting the door to the shower room, and he smiles at me from the mirror. My eyes flick downward as I close the door. By the time his parents return, we both appear casual.

  Peter opens the back door and slides in, his hand coaxing Lauren. “What did your lawyer say, Kalin?”

  Kalin glances at him with a note of surprise. “About what?”

  “About the truck. Didn’t you call him?”

  Kalin grits his teeth at me. “Oh, yeah, I was just getting ready to call him. Annabelle and I were just catching up on some projects.”

  “Liar,” I mouth while he’s facing me.

  Kalin caresses my shoulder on the way to his phone call, and he has me defenseless. I am finding it harder and harder to bring up his past with Madison. I don’t want to throw a wedge between us, but I have to ask him.