by Tia Siren
“Slow down,” he barked.
I whimpered, not wanting to obey his orders. I was so close to coming.
“I said stop.”
I immediately stopped moving my fingers. My pussy was throbbing, demanding release. I moved my hand over my breast, squeezing my sensitive nipple, needing something.
“Now,” he ordered, his gaze never leaving my pussy.
I quickly moved my fingers with such speed and intensity, I lost all control.
I cried out, slamming my head against the pillows pressed against the headboard as I came on my finger.
“Dylan!” I cried out his name, begging him to make the orgasm complete.
He was on me in an instant, pushing between my legs, his hand on the inside of my thighs, spreading me wide as he pushed inside me. His intrusion pushed my climax higher as he held steady inside me, letting my pussy clamp down hard around his dick. I felt empowered and sexy as hell with the way he was looking into my eyes, his body locked with mine.
“I want to fuck you over and over. You’re the sexiest woman on this planet,” he groaned, thrusting deep inside me.
“Fuck me harder,” I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulder as I pulled him in deeper. My legs wrapped around his waist, locking him inside me as I slid down the pillows.
His movements were slow and deliberate, his body moving against mine, taking me higher but on a slow, leisurely journey. I loved how passionate and gentle he could be. It made me feel cherished and loved.
I stopped demanding hard and fast and reveled in the feel of his body joined with mine. He gave me a tender kiss, his nose touching mine as he looked into my eyes, slowly moving in and out. It was a look of love I had never experienced before. It stirred up new sensations, sweeter and more beautiful than the pounding orgasm he usually gave me.
I moaned as my body slowly crested the peak, his eyes holding mine as I tumbled into sweet oblivion a second time. I felt as if our souls had touched and danced, giving me another powerful orgasm that stretched on as he continued to make love to me.
“I can’t hold back,” he whispered.
I smiled against his mouth. “Don’t hold back.”
Our foreheads touched as his body moved against mine in that same slow, drilling motion. He bucked once, twice, and then threw his head back and roared. I felt him deep inside me and knew he had gone to that little piece of heaven where he had taken me.
He rolled to the side, his arms around me, holding me against him. I listened to the steady thumping of his heart beating in his chest. I loved him. Every fiber in my being loved him. I couldn’t imagine life without him. The vulnerability that realization brought was frightening. I felt myself panicking at the thought of losing him.
“Don’t ever leave me,” I squeaked, not meaning to say the words out loud.
“I could never leave you.”
I calmed down, finding that happy place in his arms once again, and allowed myself to feel the contentment that had always scared me in the past. I could be peaceful and happy with him.
“I never knew it could be like that.” His voice was quiet, filled with awe as he spoke.
“It was beautiful, magical really. I felt as if we were connected on a cosmic level,” I said, using my fingertip to make swirling motions on his chest. “I never could have imagined this is what real love feels like.”
“I love you.”
“I love you,” I said, kissing his chest.
We lay quietly for a few minutes, truly enjoying the afterglow of phenomenal sex.
“Kendall?”
“Hmm?” I murmured, feeling myself growing tired even though it was early evening.
“I want more candles in here.”
I giggled. “I think that’s a good idea.”
“Kendall?”
“Yes, Dylan?”
“I’ve never been so turned on by a woman as I was by you fingering yourself.”
I felt myself blushing, a little embarrassed by my bold display. “That’s a good thing, right?”
He squeezed me closer. “That’s a very good thing. I want you to know you are always safe with me, in every way. I want you to feel comfortable with me, to try new things and push each other to new heights.”
I smiled, nibbling his chest. “Good, because I have been having some serious fantasies about what I want to do with your body.”
“I’m yours. Do as you will with me, but be gentle,” he joked.
“Oh, well there goes one idea.”
He chuckled, and the sound vibrated against my cheek.
“I’m serious about the other stuff. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I will protect you from your father. You don’t have to worry about him getting to you.”
“Thank you. I know you will. I’m sorry I was a Debbie Downer earlier. I didn’t mean to rain on your parade.”
“It’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. I think it’s natural for you to be a little nervous.”
“I hope it goes away, that feeling of being paranoid, like someone is going to jump out at any minute.”
He kissed the top of my head. “It will. You’ll see. Soon enough, you’ll have our child to hold and dote on, and you won’t have time to give your father a second thought.”
I gave a slight nod. “I’m going to try.”
We lay in bed a bit longer, watching the candlelight dance and flicker around the room. It wasn’t long before I grew cold.
“We didn’t eat dinner,” he commented.
“Are you hungry?”
“I am, and you should be. Come on, let’s go see what we can find in the kitchen.”
I groaned, not all that interested in eating, as I knew it would revisit me in the morning.
“You need to eat something. I’ll make you a sandwich.”
I rolled off him and looked around for something to put on. I found my shirt and slid it on before pulling on my leggings, not bothering with the panties. I wouldn’t need them with what I had planned for dessert.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Dylan
Wednesday
Our mornings were becoming rather predictable. Kendall was once again spending quality time in the bathroom while I prepared her a tray of crackers and ginger ale. Her doctor was sure it would pass within the next few weeks. I hoped it did because I hated seeing her suffering. She insisted it wasn’t that bad, but I knew she was lying. No one could ever enjoy a morning spent puking up dinner from the night before.
“Are you sure you want to go in today?” I asked her when she came out of the bathroom.
“I’ll be fine in a little bit. It usually settles down by ten or so.”
“I can have one of the guys bring you in later. You don’t have to go in so early,” I insisted.
She smiled. “I can puke there or I can puke here. I want to go, properly clean out my desk, and say hi to a few of the ladies.”
I nodded my head. “Okay. Then you need to come home and rest.”
“I’m not an invalid,” she protested.
I smirked, watching her carefully sit down in one of the chairs. “Actually, you kind of are at the moment.”
She shot me a glare that said she didn’t appreciate my sense of humor. I watched her nibble on a few crackers and sip the ale.
“There, see, it passed. I’ll get dressed and then we can go.”
I watched her get up and walk into the closet where I had given her a good section of space even though she insisted she needed more. That was a little surprise I was still working on. I sat down in the chair, eating the bagel I had prepared for myself while I waited for her to get ready.
As expected, Kendall raced by me, slamming the bathroom door behind her. She was a stubborn woman. About an hour later, she had managed to get dressed and declared herself good to go. To be on the safe side, I quietly asked the driver to keep a small garbage can in the car.
We managed to get to the office without any emergency stops.
“What is that?”
Kendall asked, pointing down the long hallway.
I squinted my eyes and realized what it was. “How did they know?”
“I certainly didn’t tell them,” she said defensively.
My staff had come out of their offices and from the floors above and below to congratulate us on the pregnancy news.
“This is your doing?” I asked Aaron, who was casually leaning against the wall, a huge smile on his face.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Gena walked up to Kendall and wrapped her arms around her. “Welcome to the family.”
Kendall laughed. “You guys really go all out. Who made the banner?” she asked, looking up at the banner stretched across Gena’s desk with the word “congratulations.”
Gena grinned. “I ordered it. This isn’t all,” she said, waving a hand to a woman down the way.
The woman wheeled out a cart with a big cake on top. “Congratulations!”
I looked at Kendall, hoping the cake wouldn’t trigger the morning sickness. She smiled and winked, telling me it was okay.
The cake was cut and passed around. People I didn’t know personally were congratulating us and wishing us well. As the crowd dispersed, Gena came over to hug me.
“I’m so glad you found someone. I was getting worried about you. You are way too good of a man to be single,” she teased.
Kendall chuckled. “Be careful. He doesn’t need any more help with his ego.”
“Oh, don’t I know. I better get back to work. My boss is a real bear,” she teased.
I led Kendall into my office, where she immediately plopped down on the couch, closing her eyes.
“Are you tired?” I asked her with concern.
She sighed. “I am. I haven’t even done anything and I feel like I’ve been working all day.”
“The doctor said it will get better. I’m sure the lack of nutrition is making you more tired. She did say she could give you some medication if it isn’t getting any better.”
“I’ll be okay. If it feels like it’s getting worse, I’ll give her a call. I’m in the home stretch now. I can power through,” she said with a smile.
I sat down on the couch next to her and, as was my habit, reached down and pulled her legs onto my lap, slipping off her shoes so I could rub her feet.
“I’m so happy I found you,” I told her, feeling as if I had to remind her every day.
“I think I found you!”
I laughed. “Technically, yes, but it was only after I recognized you that I brought you home with me.”
She laughed. “You make me sound like a stray dog.”
I shrugged. “Weren’t you?”
She let out a long breath. “In many ways, I was. I was lost and then you found me. I feel like my life before meeting you was meaningless. I had no real joy—besides my shoes, which still make me happy, but not nearly as happy as you make me.”
“I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I never want to. You’re mine, Kendall Adams. No more running away. I will always find you,” I vowed.
“That makes you sound a little scary.”
I chuckled. “Don’t run away from me and I won’t have to be scary. Seriously, you know I would never hurt you.”
“I know.”
She sat up, scooting closer to me. I picked her up and sat her in my lap, cradling her close to me. She looked up to kiss me, and I felt like the luckiest man on the planet.
“I never thought I would have this,” she said, moving to sit beside me.
“This?”
“A man to love, a baby on the way, a real life. For so long, I was committed to working my ass off to prove to my father I was worthy of his love. I wanted that company so bad. It was all I could think about, day and night. I left no room for fun. It’s surprising Vanessa is still friends with me. I never had time for her. We were always on the go and barely managed to squeeze in a lunch here and there. And then you came into my life.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through all that. My mom used to always say things happened for a reason. I never understood what she meant, and sometimes, when things didn’t go my way, I would get so mad and angry at the world. I think you’ve probably been going through something similar?”
She nodded her head. “I was very mad, and I hated you for a long time. I blamed you. When I got to know you, I was convinced you were putting on a good show.”
“What part changed your mind?” I teased. “Was it that time in the closet?”
She slapped my chest. “It had nothing to do with sex!”
“Oh, the helicopter ride?”
“No. The soup kitchen. I watched you hug those people and treat them as your equal. It really moved me,” she said, and I knew the tears were coming. “Dammit,” she grumbled.
I stood and went to my private bathroom, grabbing her the box of tissues.
“Your phone was ringing,” she said when I got back.
I walked to my desk and checked the caller ID. Dread washed over me as I stared at the caller ID. I turned to face her.
“What? Who was it?”
“Jonathan,” I muttered, my voice hoarse.
“The PI?” she screeched, jumping off the couch. “Did he escape again?”
“I don’t know. Let me call him back.”
I hit the button and waited for him to answer. “What’s wrong? What happened?” I asked, walking to my office door and locking it.
Kendall was watching me, a look of pure terror on her pale face.
Jonathan started talking. I nodded my head, listening, and relief washed over me.
“Thanks, Jonathan. I appreciate the call.”
I hung up and found Kendall inches from me. “What is it?”
“Your dad took a deal. He pled guilty. There won’t be a trial. He took a twenty-five-year sentence without the possibility of parole.”
She gulped. “What kind of deal?”
“He’s going to give up the names of some of the other members of the crime syndicate he was working with.”
“Twenty-five years,” she said, shaking her head again. “You said he would die in prison. Twenty-five years, that isn’t so long. He would be seventy-five. That’s not so old. It is very feasible he will get out of prison one day.”
I nodded. “Kendall, if he does live that long, he’s going to be an old man. I don’t think he poses a threat to us. Prison is hard. It ages a man. You told me before he wasn’t in the best health. I hate to say I hope he dies young, but there is a chance he will die in prison.”
She groaned. “I hate thinking about that.”
“Then don’t. Never think of him again.”
I took her hands in mine and kissed her before leading her back to the couch.
“There is something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”
She looked at me, her eyes blank. “What?”
“I want to buy a house out of the city, somewhere upstate.”
“What? You already have the townhouse and your penthouse.”
I nodded. “I know, but I want a home for us, a home we can raise a family in.”
“Oh. I guess I hadn’t really thought of leaving the city.”
I smiled. “I have a realtor pulling some listings for us. We can start looking this weekend if you want to.”
She visibly relaxed. “I’d like that.”
“Good. I was thinking maybe an average-sized home. I don’t think we need something as big as the townhouse.”
She giggled. “Thank God! I would lose the child in a house that size. I grew up in a mansion. It always felt cold and hollow. I want to create a warm, homey environment for our baby.”
“I agree.”
We settled in on the couch, chatting about our dream home and what it would look like. I was happy to pull her mind away from her father and the drama he incited. I hated that he’d gotten to make a deal. I had been looking forward to him going on trial and his name being dragged through the mud. In the end,
I knew it was better for Kendall. She didn’t deserve to be connected to a scandal. She was innocent.
“Dylan, I think I’d like to take some time off if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course it’s okay! I will support you in whatever you want to do.”
She smiled. “Thank you. I feel like I went into the family business because it was expected. I don’t even know if I like business. I might want to do something else. Maybe I’m an artist and don’t even know it.”
I laughed. “It is never too late to chase your dream. Take some time. I am not pressuring you to do anything. I just want you to be happy.”
“Maybe I’ll take some classes at NYU.”
“Do it. Do you know what you want to study?” I asked, curious to know the new Kendall blossoming before my eyes.
She shrugged. “I have no idea. When I was little, I used to write stories all the time. Maybe I could write children’s books.”
I nodded my head in agreement. “I know you could. I could also always use a chairman for the foundation I’m setting up. No pressure, but I think with your people skills, business knowledge, and your desire to do good, you would be the perfect fit.”
Her eyes lit up. “Do you think so? I would really like to look into that.”
“We’ll set up a meeting with me, you, and Aaron. He knows more about that stuff than I do. I just show up in a tux and write a check. I have no idea what happens behind the scenes.”
She chuckled. “I’d be happy to learn for the both of us. We’re going to be all right, aren’t we?”
I kissed her, starting off slow and gentle before deepening it. I had to pull away before I let myself get carried away.
“We’re going to be better than all right.”
Epilogue
Kendall
Eight months later
“Careful, careful,” Dylan said as I walked up the sidewalk of our large two-story colonial home.
We had only moved in a couple months ago after a long search for the perfect home to raise our family. Dylan had sold his townhouse, acknowledging it wasn’t practical for a young family. I had hated to see it go. He had said the house was part of his old life and he was looking forward to the future. He kept the penthouse for nights he had to work late or when we wanted to stay in the city to catch a show or enjoy a late dinner.
