by Anna Castor
When she’d almost reached him, he suddenly shot off the bed and grabbed his T-shirt from the chair. He stalked toward her and halted right in front of her. She stood still, holding her breath. Taking the hem of her shirt, he oh-so-slowly pulled it up her body. When she cooperated and raised her arms above her head, he pulled the shirt completely off and threw it on the floor.
He looked her in the eye and said, “From now on, you’ll only wear my shirt.” Kayla realized he must have thought she’d worn another guy’s shirt. Smiling, she nodded in agreement.
He kissed her lips softly, and after their sweet kiss, she released her breath. He slipped his shirt on her and gently pulled her hair out of the back. “So beautiful. I love the feel of your hair around my fingers.” He combed his fingers through her long, wet hair, and Kayla couldn’t help but moan softly at his touch.
Wearing his shirt, she could smell him all around. The scent was so manly, and all of her senses stirred. When she opened her eyes, she noticed him looking at her. He had a soft smile around his luscious lips as she went on the tip of her toes to kiss him again. She nipped at his bottom lip.
“Mmm, please, Kayla. Take what you want. Take me.”
Now it was Kayla who was smiling. Taking what she wanted wasn’t a description of her in the bedroom. Outside of the bedroom, she was a strong woman, and she had no problem standing up for herself. She was ambitious and worked hard to reach her goals. But in the bedroom? No, she was the one who was being seduced, and she was certainly not the one in charge.
Could she be that person with Duncan?
Duncan was even more convinced to take things slow with Kayla after his talk with Calum. He was in it for the long haul, so taking it slow was no problem for him. Calum was acting all big brother after he opened the door for Duncan tonight. He probably knew he couldn’t scare a big guy such as Duncan, but he knew how to push his buttons just the same.
“We both know my sister is like no other. She’s special. You treat her good, as she deserves, and you and I have no problems.” Duncan nodded at Calum’s words. Calum stood in the living room with his arms crossed in front of his chest and his eyes narrowed as he looked at Duncan. “For now, I hope that you’ll look out for her. Maybe she wants to stay here, but I hope that’s not the case, honestly. We’ve missed her so much; her family wants her back in New Jersey.”
Duncan already guessed that Kayla’s family would want her back to stay with them—he would too—but he stood quiet as Calum spoke again. “But that being said, nobody can change Kayla’s mind when she has something in her head. That’s a given. She’s one stubborn girl, and if she chooses to stay here with you, I swear to God, you’d better treat her like a princess.”
Duncan gave Calum his hand to shake and looked him in the eye, giving him no reason to think he wasn’t serious as he said, “I can’t speak from experience coming from a family of five brothers, but I think I know where you’re coming from. I hope I can convince you that she’s safe here with me, my family, and friends. We all want to look after her; we want her here with us. I feel protective of Kayla, and I’ll tell you, Calum, I’m falling for your sister.”
“I figured as much” was Calum’s only response. He didn’t even raise a brow at his confession. For Duncan it was a big deal to confess such to Kayla’s brother, but he could see that Calum was still wary of his intentions. Damn, he was one hard nut to crack.
“I guess we’ll see each other in the morning?”
Duncan confirmed while nodding at Calum.
“Well, I hope you’ll be respectful and I won’t need to take out my gun tonight,” Calum said with an arched brow.
Duncan wanted to laugh, but he figured Calum was dead serious, so he decided against a smart retort. “Good night, Calum.”
Calum lifted his chin once in acknowledgment and walked out of the living room. Duncan heard Kayla walking in the hallway toward her bedroom and talking to Calum for a bit. Duncan then followed her inside her bedroom. He wasn’t expecting Kayla to give in so easily when he said he would stay the night. He had to tell himself once again that he would give her time to come to him. He would let her set the pace.
But then she gave him a show when she’d slipped out of her bathrobe, and he wasn’t so calm anymore. The sight of her tight, round globes in that sexy pink thong had his heart beating out of his chest. Her tiny waist was waiting for him to put his hands on both sides while he was pounding into her from behind. And her pink lace bra was another nail in his coffin. Such beautiful big breasts on such a tiny frame; how did he get so lucky?
He put his shirt on her, straight after it had dawned on him that she was wearing some other guy’s shirt. That would never happen again. She was his, and she would be under him soon, but not tonight. He couldn’t take the next step yet, not while Calum was staying here across the hall and with all that was going on inside her head. Duncan knew she was putting on a strong front, but her wounds from dealing with that fucker in New Jersey were still fresh.
He had to pull away from her soon, but she felt so good. Her long blonde hair was touching the back of her thong, and he was enthralled by the soft feel and the smell of wildflowers as it cascaded down the length of her spine. He’d never been with a girl who had such beautiful natural hair. His fingers threaded through the damp strands as he gently tugged her head back. She moaned softly, and it almost undid him right there.
But when she went up on her tiptoes and kissed him? That was it, he was officially undone, and he’d said she could take him if she wanted. She was standing there smiling at Duncan at first and then turned a little shy, blushing while looking at her feet. She probably thought he was talking about taking him sexually.
He took her chin in his hand and nudged her head up gently, so she could look him in the eye. “I meant you can have me, take all of me. Not only my body but also my mind. Kayla, stay with me in Austin. Take me. Choose me.”
Kayla stared up at him with her big brown eyes, and he detected the tiniest spots in some kind of honey color. He was mesmerized by her. There was still so much more for them both to explore. He knew some important things about her since she told her story today, but the simplest of things, he still had to learn.
He wanted to know how she woke up in the morning. Was she a morning person? Would she want to kiss him in bed after waking up? Or would she be the type to run to the bathroom to brush her teeth first? Did she know how beautiful she truly was? Would she parade in thongs all weekend if they were alone? Or would she stay on the couch in some old yoga pants and a sweater? He couldn’t care less as long as he got to know all there was to know about her.
“You are so not what I thought you were when I bumped into you a few weeks ago. You seemed like such a cocky, arrogant man. I don’t know how you do it, but I feel like I’ve known you for years. How is it even possible?”
Duncan felt the same and couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He picked her up and walked over to the bed with her in his arms, bridal style. He laid her on the bed before ridding himself of his jeans so he only had his underwear on. Placing his hands next to her head, he hovered his body over hers and knew she was on the same page when she opened her legs for him to press his pelvis down against hers.
She put her legs around his back, and they began to rock softly together while slowly kissing. Her fingers trailed seductively over his head, down to his neck, and up again. It wasn’t a hungry kiss like they’d shared at the back alley at Lucky. No, this was the kind of kiss that spoke of savoring, relishing in the feel of each other.
“God, I want you so much,” she said as she turned her head and licked his neck. She made him shiver in her arms, and she chuckled because she must have noticed. Then she had the nerve to softly bite his neck and lick once more over that spot. Two could play that game. He made sure he suckled her skin until she was gasping. She pressed a hand against his back as she rocked into him and scraped her nails over his skin, pulling him onto her harder. He was panting as he s
topped and observed her.
She had her eyes closed, and her mouth was partly opened. She moaned when he thrust against her, and then he put his lips on hers again. Taking the hem of her shirt, he pulled it up and went on his knees, giving her room to lift up slightly to make it easier for him to ditch the shirt. Once it was off, he had the most erotic sight, which had him groaning.
She lay on display for him in all pink lace, sexy curves, soft but toned skin, and those sweet freckles upon her nose. The long, wavy blonde hair was sprawled out over the bed and even falling between her luscious breasts. It was still damp, and he spotted a few droplets trailing down her body. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
Her skin was flushed, and her eyes were still closed. When he moved south and licked the droplets from her belly, Kayla’s upper body lifted from the bed and her eyes popped open. She watched as Duncan traveled farther down her body. With the tip of his index finger, he nudged her thong to the side, revealing her bare skin. The scent of her sweet arousal excited him even more.
Duncan couldn’t contain himself and licked over her slit from bottom to top. He parted her lips, exposing her clit. It was peeping from under the hood and luring him in. He needed to suckle, to lick, to nip and play. He needed her moans. She took his head into her hands and tugged him against her. He nudged her with his nose, and she cried out. “Aah....”
Duncan pulled the thong from her body and lapped at her. He wanted to hear her scream, but he knew it wasn’t a good idea with Calum staying in the same apartment.
“Shh, wildflower, shh. Mmm, you taste so good.”
She thrust into his face as she held on stronger with her hands. It occurred to him that he would happily die by suffocation right now; the thought made him chuckle.
“Come for me, wildflower.”
She moaned. “So close... aah, yesss....”
He slipped his digits into her, curling his index and middle fingers inside of her, and felt her let go as he kept lapping at her.
“Oh yes... oh yes... Duncannn...,” she whispered, spasming around his fingers as his thumb rubbed over her clit. She pressed her thighs against his ears when he took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.
She shot off the bed but then bit on the back of her hand and sputtered, “Duncan, aah... I... I... aah... I can’t...” He knew she could, and she would come for him again. She trembled and shook as she proved him right.
Right after her second orgasm, she let her legs fall to the bed. She was fully lax in his arms and had a smile on her face. Sliding up her body, he kissed her lips. She opened up for him, and they played with each other’s tongues. He knew she could taste herself on him, and just the thought made him moan. “Mmm, wildflower....”
He kissed her once more and rolled to the side as he took her in his arms with her back to his chest. Pulling the comforter from the end of the bed, he laid it over them. His upper arm rested over her waist, and he laid his palm flat on her lace-clad breast.
“I wanna lay like this the whole night, with you naked in my arms and my hand right here.” He squeezed her breast once and kissed the spot where her shoulder ended and her neck started. Goose bumps rose on her arms, and she wiggled her butt against his pelvis.
“Mmm, Kayla, if you keep that up, I won’t be able to stop. And I want to take my time with you for our first time. Let’s sleep, and soon I’ll have all of you.”
“Such a romantic.” Kayla giggled. He pinched her nipple, and she yelped. ”Ah, Duncan!”
“Don’t act innocent with me, Kayla. You’re testing the wrong man here. This was just for you, but I will take you if you keep it up. I’m gonna take you so hard, the headboard will be banging against the wall. You’ll be screaming my name so loud that even Mister Whisker will be scared of you.”
Kayla guffawed, and he smiled against her skin as he rested his head on her shoulder.
“Aargh, are you kidding me?”
Duncan chuckled, which had Kayla joining him, like she did right before she’d fallen into a blissful sleep.
“Mister Whisker is at it again,” Kayla said into his chest. She woke up with his arms around her, with one hand in her hair and the other on her butt. Sometime during the night, she had thrown her leg over his, and now she was nuzzling his chest. They lay intertwined, not only their bodies but their minds as well. It was daunting because she had never experienced anything like this before.
“Is Maureen deaf as well? Fuck, that sound is scary,” Duncan said, and they chuckled. She loved that he was so relaxed and making jokes as if nothing was the matter, as if he didn’t give her her first orgasm not brought on by her own hand. And he’d even given her a second one while he was at it. She was still enjoying a small buzz from yesterday, and thinking about what he did to her body was making her all flustered again. Taking a deep breath, she found herself engulfed by his scent. He smelled masculine with a hint of sandalwood. She could get used to this.
“I don’t wanna get up, but I have a self-defense class at nine,” Duncan said before kissing her hair. His hand trailed over her butt cheek, and then he grabbed her and pushed her against his erection in his boxer briefs. He was playing with her hair with his other hand, curling the ends around his index finger, and then he shifted so he could kiss her neck.
“I know I’m playing with fire, but you’re so addictive. I can’t seem to get out of bed.”
She gasped and rocked her core against him when he bit her neck softly. “Mmm, Duncan. Don’t stop, please....”
When the shower was turned on in the bathroom, Kayla knew Calum would be in there for the next fifteen minutes at least. He always took his time in the bathroom, and she was now thankful for his morning regimen. She pushed Duncan onto the bed, and she straddled him.
“Don’t look so surprised. You know what you do to me, Duncan.” She rocked against him, and the friction felt so good. She knew she could come from the friction alone, but Duncan threw her off and rolled her over so she was lying on the bed on her stomach.
He laid his body over her back and pulled her arms over her head with their fingers clasped together. Pressing his knee between her legs, he whispered in her ear, “Nice try, wildflower. When I take you, I’ll be needing more time than five minutes. I’m gonna lick you all over.”
He took her hair in his hand as if it was in a ponytail and pulled her head back so she could look him in his eyes. “I’m gonna taste you, feel you, and I’ll be pounding into you until you’re screaming that you can’t take it anymore.”
Wow. He said it with such conviction, and she wanted it all. She swallowed while nodding, and then he kissed her. The kiss was so full of need that they both groaned when they finally broke it off. Kayla heard Calum in the hallway as he walked out of the bathroom and closed his bedroom door. The bed dipped, and then she felt a small sting on her butt.
Did he? No, he did not just slap my butt.
“Such a beautiful ass. Mmm, can’t wait to make it mine.”
Well, that was something she’d never tried before. How come with Duncan she was considering it while with the others she practically screamed “no” when they’d suggested anal sex? She watched him over her shoulder as he grabbed his clothes and walked out of her bedroom, heading toward the bathroom. Smirking, he winked at her, and she could only smile and shake her head. He was such a force to be reckoned with, and she couldn’t believe that she was lying on her bed smiling when only a few weeks ago she had felt so scared and alone.
Kayla slipped into her underwear and then pulled on her robe. When she walked into the kitchen, she found her brother biting into a piece of toast. In front of him sat his laptop, a cup of coffee, and some papers which lay scattered across the kitchen counter. She noticed a photograph of Tom under a piece of paper, and she hastily picked it up.
Calum tried to take it from her. “Kay-Kay...”
She stepped back and looked at her brother angrily. “You know I don’t want you involved, Calum. I’ve moved across t
he country; he can’t hurt me anymore. Errin and Kate never mentioned him once when I’d ask if they happened to talk to one of my old coworkers. I get that he can hurt someone else, and I’m so sorry for the choices I made after the attack, but I still can’t sleep at night because of my fears. I’m just starting to function normally again. I can’t face him.”
Calum stated calmly, “We don’t know what he’s up to. How can we really know if you or our sisters are safe as long as he’s still out there? Even though you’ve moved across the country, I want this fucker gone.”
When she was about to argue with Calum, Duncan came into the kitchen and jerked Tom’s picture out of her hand. “This the motherfucker?”
Calum nodded at Duncan, who then growled, “His ass is mine.”
Kayla pushed Duncan’s chest and sidestepped him to walk out of the kitchen and into the bathroom. Before she could close the door, Duncan’s hand pushed it open for him to step inside.
“I’m sorry, Kayla, but he messed with the wrong girl. We can’t let him get away with this.”
Kayla knew Tom had to be stopped, but she also knew that she didn’t have anything to stand on. She had lied at the hospital, saying she had an accident falling from the stairs, and now there was no evidence. He would walk away from it all, and she would be going through everything once more while telling her story to Calum’s colleagues at the police station.
She wanted to move forward, not look back. “No, I don’t want to go back and relive all of that again. I’ve already told Calum I will be going to a shrink, so get off my back. I don’t even want to be in the same state as that creep, let alone face him.” Kayla hated the fear that lingered in her voice.
Duncan laid his hands on her shoulders and put his forehead against hers as he calmly said, “I’m sorry, Kayla. I want to keep you safe. I want that asshole locked up, but you’ll have to report him first.”
Kayla shook her head and stepped back from Duncan.
