by Beverly Rae
I ducked behind one of the overgrown hedges in Mrs. T.’s front yard and clicked off three more photos. Calming my irrational urge to run across the street shouting, “He’s mine, he’s mine!” I pushed aside the branches and kept snapping away. Kaine and the woman continued to talk. The Plastic Pussy—because, come on, no one could look the way she did without some kind of nip and tuck—excitedly waved her arms. Obviously, the conversation was getting a bit tense. Good.
Could they be arguing about a business deal? I studied Kaine, noting how he stood very straight, very stiff. Nonetheless, Miss PP kept moving closer to my hubby. Silently, I urged him to back away, but he held his ground. Was he holding his ground because he wanted to win their argument? Or because he wanted her to get closer? I tried to cage my green-eyed monster and barely managed to keep her on a short leash.
Kaine took the woman by the arms. Half expecting them to embrace, I rejoiced when he made her take a step back from him. I almost yelled to congratulate him. Instead, I took more photographs.
What the hell? I lowered my camera and squinted at Miss PP. Did she just change color? Not only her eyes as I’d imagined Kaine’s had done, but her entire frickin’ body. It was only a flash of purple, but I saw it. Didn’t I? I studied her more intensely, wondering if Kaine had noticed what I had. I would’ve sworn I’d seen her fair skin turn a deep purple. And this time, I was definitely not dreaming.
“Chrissy, girl, you’re starting to scare me.” I don’t usually talk to myself, but sometimes you gotta hear your own words to believe them—especially when you start doubting your own sanity. Letting the bush fall back into place, I knelt down and pushed the memory button on my camera. One after another, I zipped through the pictures until, at last, I found the one where she’d changed color. Or at least, I thought it was the right one. The screen of my camera was too small to really see the color clearly.
Slipping my camera into my purse, I stood and once again spied through the branches. Kaine and Miss PP were gone. Where did they go? Did they leave together?
“Ms. Taylor, are you all right?”
I jumped, swiveling around to find Mrs. T. and Emo Boy staring at me. “Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” I scanned the ground around me. “I dropped my… Oh, there it is.” Before they could notice that there was actually nothing on the ground, I bent, scooped up an imaginary pen and pretended to put it away. “Good deal. I, uh, would’ve hated to lose my favorite pen.”
“But why were you in the garden, behind the bushes, in the first place?”
I opened my mouth to speak even before I had an answer. Sometimes ya just gotta go with the faith that the words will pop out on their own. Fortunately for me, Emo Boy came to my rescue.
“Gran, let’s go. My stomach’s really hurting.” Emo guided Gran down the steps and started her along the path toward an old clunker of a car. He dropped her arm, shooshed her ahead of him and turned back to me. “Hey, thanks, lady.”
“What for?”
“For getting her to take me to the ER. I’m totally gonna win this thing.”
“Oh.” I smiled, hoping he wouldn’t recognize how I truly felt. “You’re welcome.”
He shot me one of the few grins he’d probably ever had and rushed to the car. “No, Gran, you can’t drive. Remember they took away your license after you hit that policeman’s car?”
Uh-oh. I should stay away from this neighborhood and Demolition Granny. I waved a quick goodbye to the odd couple and strode to my car. I slid into the driver’s seat and waited for the two to get on the road and down the street. Way down the street.
I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror and had to wonder. I was in this particular driver’s seat, but was I even riding in the car of my relationship with Kaine? Or, to put it in another way, when it came to my marriage, was I in a partnership? Or had one red-headed bimbo just carjacked it?
“Wow, when you start sounding like Carrie Bradshaw, you’re watching way too much Sex and the City.”
A blur dashed behind my car and I gasped, nearly sending my head in a Linda Blair twirl in my haste to see what it was. Yet, although my work as a supernatural debunker had prepared me for even the strangest of sights, I wasn’t ready to see the Mouse Muncher standing behind my car.
“Fitz? What the hell are you doing here?”
“He is mine to protect.”
“Possessive much, are we?” I opened the door and swung out of the car, hurried toward the rear—and found nothing. Searching the area around me, I couldn’t find any indication that the MM had really been there.
What in hell is happening to me?
Kaine crushed his mouth to mine. Running his hands down my back, he claimed my buttocks and lifted me off my feet, banging us against the wall. Damn, but I loved it when he got rough. My mind swirled and desire raced through me, exciting me as only Kaine’s touch could do.
“You were gone all day.”
An exaggeration, but I liked the sentiment so I didn’t correct him.
“I missed you.” His words, murmured against my neck, thrilled me more than any ghost-busting could. In between words, he nibbled down my neck and along my shoulder. “I need you.”
“I’m here now.” I admit it. A jolt of power rushed through me that I could command such emotion from my hunk, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. Did I want to ruin it by mentioning that I’d seen him and the Plastic Pussy together? Or that Fitz had a major stalking problem? Uh, nope. I promised myself I’d bring up those unpleasant subjects after we christened our bed.
With a moan borne of pure lust, Kaine picked me up, carrying me like Rhett carried Scarlett. I laid my head against his hard chest and watched the steps of the ornately carved mahogany staircase grow in number as he hurriedly swept me up to the second floor. Moving swiftly down numerous hallways, we finally arrived at our bedroom door. He bumped against it and the door flew open.
“Kaine?”
“Yes?”
“We need a bedroom that’s closer to the front door.”
He chuckled and threw me on our bed. I yelped, then giggled. With practiced ease, he removed my clothes almost before I realized what he was doing. He quickly dropped his clothes to stand gloriously naked above me. I gasped, stirred beyond words. Although I’d seen my hubby naked many times, his wonderful physique never failed to provoke a carnal reaction in me.
Above the ramrod pole, a six-pack—hell, an eight-pack—abdomen rippled with every breath he took. A trail of dark hair traveled over the hills, like a forest highlighting the beauty of the mountains, to find the peaks rising above them. His chest overwhelmed me with granite-like pecs. His muscles flexed, dominating the broad expanse, while taut brown nipples lay silently waiting for attention. Attention I would gladly give them.
Shoulders, wider than any man’s I’d ever known, beckoned for hands to feather over them, taking time to enjoy the trip to the iron-like arms. He lifted one hand to track through his glorious mane and I studied the rippling movement of his biceps.
His eyes, so dark yet so brilliant, drew my gaze away from his arms. Piercing in their intensity, his eyes made me want to dive in and swim in their depths. He snaked his tongue out between his teeth, drawing my attention away from those alluring eyes, and I inhaled slowly, welcoming the rush of moisture spreading outward from my abdomen.
I paused, knowing I had saved the best for last. Slowly I slid my gaze downward. Textured with a few veins, smooth and crowned with a mushroom-shaped top, his dick was the eighth wonder of the world. And that wonder was all mine. With exactly the right amount of curvature, his penis pointed upward, waving its declaration of manhood.
Wow, oh, wow. Will I ever get used to seeing his shaft? One day I’m going to measure him. Seriously. Maybe I’ll even enter him in the Guinness Book of Records for the Biggest, Longest Cock in the World. Now there’s a record worth winning.
“Why do you always smile when you look at me? Especially when you look at me there?”
I tore my gaze away
from there to find him watching me, curiosity with a little bit of nervousness etched on his features. “Because I love what I see.” I scrunched up my face in a don’t-you-get-it expression. “Duh.”
“Oh.” A grin filled with lecherous intent spread his lips wide and I wanted to spread wide something of my own.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Because I love what I see.” He scanned his gaze down my body. “All of what I see.”
To a woman with self-esteem issues like me, his words were pure poetry. How the hell did I get so lucky? Eat your heart out, Miss PP, whoever you are. Irritated that I’d allowed the mystery woman to infiltrate our private time, I ordered her out of my head. Out, you skank, out!
My voice came out all husky and majorly horny. “Damn it, Kaine, what are you waiting for?” I couldn’t help myself. Running my tongue over my lips, I opened my legs, inviting him in.
“Chrissy-doll. My Chrissy-doll.” His perusal settled on my snatch and a gleam lit his eyes. “I don’t want to rush this. We’ll take our time, all right?”
Unsure if I could trust my voice, I croaked out my answer. My crotch grew wet, my pulse quickened and my pelvic muscles tightened at the way he’d said my name. “I’ll try, but I’d never knock a quickie either.”
I reached out for him, wanting him, aching for him to touch me. His huge beautiful cock called to me, stronger even than the sound of him saying my name. Every woman’s fantasy stood before me and I was the woman who could claim that fantasy. The dusting of dark hair covering his chest drew my gaze once more and I lifted my hand to comb my fingers through it. A sizzle that was all male zapped from my fingertips to my snatch.
He groaned, slid his body over mine, and cupped my breast in his big hand. Bending his head to my neck, he ran his tongue along my shoulder blade until he reached my ear. He nibbled at my lobe while rubbing his thumb over my tit. I arched my back, welcoming his mouth on my nub.
“I ache for you.”
“Then don’t stay away at night and maybe I won’t stay away all day.” Again, an exaggeration, but I needed to make a point. “I expect you in our bed no later than ten o’clock, Mr. Delcaluca.”
His chuckle tickled my breast. “Yes, dear.”
I envisioned Kaine as a hen-pecked husband and started to laugh. No way would that ever happen. Yet when I started to tell him so, he slid his fingers between my folds to stroke my throbbing clit and laughter was the farthest thing from my mind. I threw my head to the side and opened my legs wider. Grasping his shoulders, I tried to pull him closer, to take his very essence inside me, to become a part of me below my skin.
Kaine moved quickly, leaving my breasts to find his way to the core of my heat. I watched, fascinated, as he feathered kisses down the side of one breast, then the other. Taking the direct route now, he licked the hollow between my breasts and followed the path down to my bellybutton. He flicked his tongue around the indentation, nipped at the skin and murmured soft words of desire. His hands flattened against the soft mound of my stomach, marking the boundary as though his tongue would get lost traveling between my bellybutton and the curly mass below. I squirmed, ready and aching for release.
“Kaine,” I whined, putting all the frustration, all the anticipation I felt into my tone.
“Be patient. It’s worth the wait.”
“Don’t I know it. Still…how about speeding it up a bit? You know. Before I explode?”
His answer came when he slid his tongue into the crease between leg and crotch. A myriad of sensations erupted within me. Wow. And he hasn’t even reached his goal yet.
“Do you want me to eat you?”
Is he kidding me? I lifted my head to gape at him. Yep, he’s kidding. “What do you think?” I reached out and popped him on the head.
“Ooh, violence.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. “I like it when you get rough.”
“Back at ya, bub. Now hurry— Omigod!”
To say Kaine’s quick move scared me—in a good way—was an understatement. Now face down on the bed, I was left gasping for air. “Kaine, what the hell are you doing?”
He grabbed me by the hips, pulled and tugged me to my knees. “I thought we’d try something new.”
“Doggy style?” Yes! Had he read my mind? Hell, with his preoccupation on babies, I’d thought about suggesting anal sex, but I’d been squeamish about going into that unchartered area. In fact, I’d worried that he would realize I wanted sex in the ass to keep from getting preggers and would outright refuse me. So for him to suggest it was a victory.
Kaine surprised me yet again. Taking my ass, he spread my butt, opening the crack between my cheeks. Before I could think, he slipped his tongue from the top all the way down into my hole.
I gasped, “Omigod, Kaine.” At first, I wasn’t certain about this new technique. New to me, that is. But obviously Kaine had experience in this—ahem!—area. Trying to stay relaxed, I took deep breaths. But I needn’t have worried. Kaine’s tongue dipped into the crevice and my pussy creamed in ecstasy.
Laving his tongue all around, he dove and plunged, going deeper only to then swipe the tender muscles along the rim. My ass clenched and unclenched involuntarily. Letting my instincts take over, I lowered to my elbows and tucked my head between my knees. Just because my back was to him didn’t mean I didn’t want to see whatever I could.
Kaine kneaded my ass and plunged his tongue into me and I licked my lips, concentrating on the sight of his dick and balls hanging between my legs. If only I could touch them. Hell, I am going to touch them. Yet when I tried to rise, Kaine placed his palm in the small of my back, keeping me in my place.
Hey, I could think of worse places to stay in.
“Don’t move.” A slap on my rump accentuated his command.
Did he just hit me? Shock overwhelmed me. Or at least it might have if another emotion hadn’t shoved its way into first place. Lust caught my breath and ricocheted throughout my body. I moaned and closed my eyes. “Oooh, I likey. Do it again, Kaine.”
Another slap cracked the air and I squealed in painful joy. A third spank sent my desire even higher.
He continued his exploration of my never-explored-before territory, moving his mouth, his tongue over the dips and valleys—hopefully not mountains—of my ass. I kept my eyes on his prize bobbing around with his movements.
He played in that recess, pulling me apart in a tantalizing way. When he parted me again, he placed the thick head of his cock against my hole and held it there, swirling it round and round the tender rim. I mentally tried to suck him inside me. When that didn’t work, I tried wiggling my ass, trying to lure him inside. Another smack to my rump echoed in the room.
“Uh-uh-uh.”
“Damn it, Kaine, you’re killing me.”
“That’s kind of the point.”
What a way to die.
His tongue slipped upward to taste the dimples above my ass cheeks and I almost complained. Yet when he continued his journey, sliding over my hips and up my back, I kept my mouth shut, ready to let Kaine lead the way. He moved over me, kissing his way to the nape of my neck. Shivers of excitement at his soft touches shuddered through me and I stretched my legs farther apart, opening this part of me wider and hoped he’d take the hint.
I could feel his legs, strong and taut as he braced himself. Although I could no longer see his cock, I now felt it riding between my legs, so close, yet so far. I mewed, calling for him to hurry up. But did I really want him to move faster? Yes and no.
He clasped one breast, and I shifted my weight to the other hand and covered his hand with mine. Together, we fondled my tit, my fingers helping his to pinch it. He adjusted slightly and, slipping his other hand between my legs, he speared my pussy with two fingers. Oh, how I wished I had three hands so I could join him.
He moved his fingers in and out while brushing the pad of his thumb over my other opening. I didn’t know which one felt better, and frankly, I didn’t care. Bumping his hips against me, he te
ased me with his cock. I cried out as a huge release rocked through me.
“I can only take so much, Kaine.” I panted and twisted around to stare at him. “Please. Now.”
“In your ass?”
“Yes.”
Slowly, gently, he pushed two lubricated fingers—when had he lubed them?—into my anal cave, loosening the muscles. I kept regular breaths, concentrating on relaxing my body. Little by little, he slipped his fingers deeper inside me. He worked me, loosening my tight cavity, preparing me for the real penetration. I sighed, little by little feeling the ringlets of muscles inside me giving way, opening for more.
Although I wouldn’t have ever called myself promiscuous, I’d had my fair share of sexual relations. But anal sex had never attracted me. Until now. The sensation of his fingers inside my ass rippled a wave of lust through me in an entirely different way than I’d ever experienced. If I’d had to describe it, I couldn’t have. Instead, I simply lowered my head to the bed and enjoyed. “Kaine. Please.”
He stilled. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no. I want the real thing, not two imposters.”
His low chuckle accompanied the removal of his fingers and announced the arrival of his cock against my puckered hole. Slickened with lube, his dick entered me, pushing gently yet firmly into me. My muscles contracted, then released with his entry, and I smothered the need to cry out in joy.
That’s right, everyone. I was now an ass girl.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you.”
“You’re fine.” Okay, so I lied. The pain wasn’t pleasant, but the sensations that followed were. No way did I want him to stop. “More than fine.”
Once fully inside, filling me, the vibrations coming from his cock sliding in and out of my ass, reverberated to my vagina and into my clit. I reached down and massaged my clit, getting hotter in both places. I moaned and leaned backward, urging him to continue. Kaine held my hips, moving slowly, sliding in, sliding out. He groaned, the pleasure deepening his voice.
“Chrissy-doll.”
Who knew so much could be said with only a name?
