by Duka Dakarai
I wrap Kane’s coat tightly around my shoulders as he leads me out of the door. “I don’t think I can face staying in my apartment, Kane.”
He opens the passenger door of his Brabus helping me slide into the seat and buckles me tightly in place. “I didn’t intend to take you there. We’re going to my place.”
“Back to the Safe House at Kingston?”
He shakes his head lightly. “No, baby. That’s a Safe House. You’re safe now. We’re going to my place.”
I peek at him through weary eyes. “Oh.” And that’s all I can manage.
***
A giggle escapes out of my mouth as I wrap myself into Kane’s dressing gown. The sleeves fall several inches past my wrists and the extra material could almost clothe another person. Shrugging, I fold the extra cloth around me. The smell of frying eggs reaches my stomach before my nostrils have time to register the comforting aroma. I pad my way through the rooms until I reach the enticing sizzling sounds in the kitchen.
Kane turns as he hears me enter. “Nice bath? Comfort food?”
I nod. “Fried egg sandwich? And ketchup?” I peek over his shoulder.
“Great minds think alike. Park yourself at the breakfast bar. One fried egg sandwich coming right up, sweet cheeks.” He sweeps into a deep playful bow.
A few moments later, I sink my teeth into the delicious comfort that only fried food can bring at times like these. Kane reaches across the bar to finger away ketchup from my chin.
“Kane?” I eye him shyly.
“Hmm?”
“I have a question I want to ask. Well, two actually.” I wipe away the grease from my fingers and fold my arms onto the granite work surface.
“Shoot, sweet cheeks.” He grins tossing his napkin onto his empty plate.
“Ok, first question. Have you been watching over me this whole time since I left the Safe House?”
“Yes. Next question.” He doesn’t flinch from his intense look upon my face.
“Why?” I match his intensity.
He throws me his boyish smirk. “Is this still part of the first question or have we moved on to the second one?”
“Just answer the damn question, big guy.” I scowl at him stabbing a finger in his arm.
“I don’t know. I guess I’ve developed a soft spot for you after all. Or maybe I am just destined to keep rescuing you, sweet cheeks.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
Swinging myself off my bar stool, I wrap my arms around his strong neck. “Second question. Why do you insist on calling me sweet cheeks?”
He folds himself around me nuzzling his soft bristles against my neck. He cups my ass in his hands. “Now that answer is easy.” He squeezes the cheeks causing me to squeal. “Because this ass drives me insane, sweet cheeks.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Show me.” And I untie the gown letting it slip from my shoulders.
***
He claims my mouth so hungry for my taste that my knees buckle beneath me. Pinning me tight against his chest, he devours every inch of my mouth until wilting into him, I cave in submission. His tongue dances against mine and I whimper in pleasure.
Lifting me by the waist with ease, he runs his tongue the entire length of my naked body sending a shudder down every vertebrae. He continues to lick inch by inch of my tingling skin until my moans become cries begging for release. He groans low in his throat as he takes his fill of my taste.
Reaching to cup my sex, he thumbs circles around the nub of my clit watching as I respond by spreading wider for him, giving myself over to him. “Give yourself to me.” He whispers.
He holds me, raising me to sit onto the work top, spreading my legs as he lowers his head to settle between my thighs. He laps the length of my folds drinking in the wetness. Plunging his tongue directly inside me, he fucks my pussy with each delicate stab. I buck against his tongue, gripping his hair, urging him deeper as the pull of orgasm draws tighter down through my stomach.
As the high of release convulses through my body, he plunges his cock straight through my quivering folds riding and extending my orgasm, building me higher. I cry out as the second wave engulfs me.
Growling his own pleasure, he rocks into me, filling me completely. Slowly quickening his pace, I match him grinding my hips in motion.
“I’ll never have enough of you….” He groans, thrusting faster now and bending to claim my mouth, as he jerks harshly spilling his hot semen into me.
***
I stretch out my satisfied body releasing a long sigh. He turns his face towards me raising a wicked eyebrow. We are entangled amongst the sheets enjoying the moonlight as it bathes the master bedroom.
“That sounds like a satisfied sigh, Miss Sinclair.” He chuckles.
“It was. Now I’m hungry. Feed me again, sex slave.”
He pulls me into him, growling into my ear. “Sex slave, eh? And bodyguard…..and rescuer……and fried egg sandwich maker….anything else?”
I pull free, turning to face him, suddenly serious. “Can I say full-time lover?”
“No.” He drags the sheets away from his body and begins to throw on jeans. Seeing my face drop in rejection, he cocks his head to one side, laughing. He turns and makes towards the door. With a nonchalant shrug, he states, “I would prefer that you said husband.”
I leap from the bed chasing after him. “Say that again!”
Standing tall and strong before me, he folds his arms across his chest, his eyes intense and dark. “Husband.”
I jump into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist. “Are you proposing to me, big guy?”
He grins wide. “Well, I thought I just did….in my own way.”
I poke him firmly in the ribs. “Are you going to go down on one knee and do it properly?”
He roars out a chuckle. “Do I look like some romantic fiction hero to you? So not going to happen, sweet cheeks. Now, will tea and toast do for the hungry wench?”
“Yes.” I smile, planting a kiss on his lips. “Yes, to both. Food and marriage.”
And he carries me still buck naked into the kitchen to feed me.
Epilogue
His eyes scan across every inch of the open space. Despite this mid- afternoon hour, the park is relatively quiet with only a small handful of people enjoying the warm sunshine.
His vision returns to focus on the subject who appears oblivious to the security surrounding her. Watching intently, he observes the reddish golden hues of her hair, her wide cobalt blue eyes and the freckles that smatter across her nose. She is exquisite and utterly beautiful. And every time he looks at her, his heart swells painfully in his chest.
She bends to stroke the lush leaves of a flower, her delicate fingers playing across the furry surface. She giggles at the tickly sensation before suddenly losing her balance and topples head first into the foliage. As a squeal burst from her mouth, Kane responds at lightning speed, wrenching her from the undergrowth and engulfing her in his arms. Little sobs escape from her mouth as he kisses her tear stained cheeks. “She’s okay. She’s not hurt.” He calls out.
Storm and Dalton release a sigh in unison returning to their positions.
I shake my head in amusement. Brains laughs loudly beside me on the park bench. “You don’t think Kane is just a little over protective, do you?” I snigger.
Brains raises both her eyebrows. “A little over protective?” You must have expected this when you married the man. Any child of his will have the security detail of an American President!”
I watch as Kane swings our daughter in his strong arms, nuzzling her neck, and blowing raspberry kisses on her cheeks. She responds with squeals of delight. I turn my face to Brains, stroking a hand across the soft swell of my belly. “And I don’t suppose it will be any different with this one.” I point at the growing bump.
She shakes her head. “No, just double the protection! And imagine if this baby turns out to be a boy…..” She breaks off as Kane nears our bench.
I lift my arms to receive
our daughter, Olivia. But her tiny face crumples and she squeezes her hold around her daddy’s neck. Kane grins widely, planting a reassuring kiss on her plump cheek. “You have no chance, sweet cheeks. You know she’s a daddy’s girl.” He chuckles.
I give him a mock scowl. “You spoil her, Kane. She will be a nightmare when she’s older. And God forbid, what will happen when she starts to date boys!” I laugh.
Kane’s eyes grow wide and he groans. “If she turns out half as sexy as her mother, I’ll have to fight them away from our door……it doesn’t bare thinking about.” He shakes his head muttering curses under his breath.
I stand up wrapping my arms around his waist and squash my pregnant belly against my man. Looking up into his dark eyes, I smile broadly. “So your daughter’s mother is sexy, huh?”
Kane plants a kiss on the end of my nose. “Yeah, damn sexy.” He reaches to stroke my rounded belly. “And there’s the evidence!”
And as we dissolve into a passionate kiss, our daughter claps her hands together and squeals out her first word. “Safe!”
Well, really, what did I expect?
The End
About the Author – Duka Dakarai
I live in Oxfordshire, England. I am a qualified trauma counsellor and have worked for a variety of charities.
I have travelled and lived all over the world and hopefully some of this will reflect in my writing.
Writing erotic fiction is my passion. Keep me Safe is my fourth novel. Other books in my collection include:
The First Touch (Templer Series, Book 1)
Truth of Touch (Templer Series, Book 2)
The Truth of the Body (Templer Series, Book 3)
I have story ideas filling my head constantly. Book 5 is already waiting to be written but I only have one pair of hands! Watch out for Breaking the Rules…..hopefully coming in late 2013.
I always welcome feedback and comments, so please feel free to send a review via Amazon or personally to me by email at:
[email protected]
xoxo
