by Ella Goode
I frown, too. “Never said you were one. Never thought that either.”
“You were calling me to heel like a dog.”
I rewind our conversation in my head. I asked her to come with me and she didn’t move. “You backing out?”
She drags a hand down her hair. “No, I never said that, but…”
“But what?” Maybe I am going to have to throw her over my shoulder. My cock can’t take another delay. The ache of need for her has blossomed into full-blown agony. If I don’t have her, I’m not going to be able to function—not after the kiss in the kitchen, not after her telling me she wanted to get fucked. Does she need flowers and sweet words? Because if so I’m fucked and not in the good way.
“Maybe this is a mist—”
I’m on her before she can finish her statement. With my mouth plastered against hers, I pin her to the wall. My hand delves under the scratchy material of the maid’s uniform to find her underwear. I pull that scrap of lace off and drop it on the floor. She yelps lightly but doesn’t pull away. I cup her ass and pull her against my hard-on. Her right leg comes up to curl around my hip, trying to get closer. I grind my shaft against her soft pussy, showing her how badly I want her. I tongue her deep and hard and long until her hands are gripping my shoulders and her hips are pushing against mine.
When I release her mouth, she whimpers in protest, but her small delicate noises turn to choked gasps when I drop to my knees.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“This is what I’ve wanted for dinner since you’ve moved in. Not the meatloaf or sandwich or curry. Nah, I want pussy. Yours. And I’m taking it.” I push the ugly skirt up, pull her leg over my shoulder, and spread her wide.
“Not here,” she objects, but I’m done waiting. I’m taking her right now in the hallway. I flatten my tongue and press it against her sex. The first taste of her rocks me. It’s a good thing I’m already on my knees or I would have fallen. It’s like a goddess has come to earth and blessed my tongue. Her pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted--sweet, tangy like the wild honey you find deep in the woods. It’s an untouched beauty that no one else even knows exists.
“Oh, baby, you taste so good,” I growl. I palm her ass cheeks in one hand and lift her up until she is forced to balance herself on my shoulders. I use my chin and lips and my free hand to work her tight pussy open. She’s so small that I don’t know how I’m getting my cock inside of her. I’m going to split her in half. But if all I ever do is worship at the fountain of her pussy, I’ll die a happy man.
This is something I never thought I’d be able to have--not just any woman, but a particular woman, beautiful and kind and generous. She’s too good for me and she probably knows it, but hell, if this is a pity fuck, I’ll take it. I’ll make it the best goddamned lay she ever experiences, and when she leaves--because she can’t live with a beast--she’ll never be able to forget me.
I finger her tiny cunt, dragging my fingers along the front of her channel until I find that g-spot. A startled cry escapes her.
“Oh no...that’s...oh my God.”
“That’s right, come for me baby.” I latch on to her clit, sucking that tender morsel into my mouth, working the outside of her cunt and her tight, wet channel. My cock throbs in my jeans, wanting desperately to be inside her.
“I can’t, Kale. I don’t know how.”
“Just let go. Trust me,” I beg. “Trust me and let go.”
Her heels dig into my back and her thighs squeeze tight around my ears, but my head could be in a vise and I wouldn’t move from this spot. She comes then, her whole body shaking from the release. Her cream spills onto my tongue, covering my face, filling my mouth. I drink her down, savoring her juice like it’s the finest champagne in all of France. I pull my cock out and jack myself hard. It only takes a few rough jerks to come on her panties. With my dick still dangling out, I rise and kiss her again. She takes my mouth, tasting herself, tasting me. This is the life. This is all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve never even dared to dream of. I break away and stare down at her. She might want to leave in the future, but I don’t think I’ll allow that. Not after she’s come on my tongue. Not after she takes me into her body. No. Once my dick is inside of her, she’s mine forever. “Last chance, Summer. Do you want me to let you go?”
20
Summer
I should say yes. He stares down at me, his eyes searching my face, silently pleading with me to say yes. My body screams it too, but there is no going back. If I asked him to stop, we’d only end up back here again. Tomorrow night. There is this pull that I have to him. It’s undeniable. I’m fighting the inevitable. Whatever this is between us will happen one way or another. I’ll have to face the fallout and pray I can pick up the pieces on the other side. Because there is no way that I can deny myself this man.
“Don’t let me go.” Ever. I don’t think I can bear losing something else again. I don’t tell him that. Don’t men run at such things? He lifts me off my feet, kissing me again. I can feel the tension leave his body. He really thought I was going to push him away. All I want to do is cling to him.
“My room. I can’t be far from Colby.”
“Right.” He turns, heading back to my room. I laugh when he can’t get the doorknob to turn at first. He doesn't find it as funny as I do.
“That one.” I point when he tries to go toward Colby’s room.
“Of course you gave him the bigger room.” He kisses me again before I can ask what he means by that. My fingers slide into his hair as I kiss him back deeper. The things he makes me feel have my insides melting. They have me wanting things that I didn’t think were in the cards for me.
“Lock the door,” I breathe against his mouth, almost forgetting. I don’t need Colby walking in on us right now. He has already been pressing me about Kale. Asking me why Kale is always staring at me like I’m a piece of chocolate cake. A remark that I had no reply to because what am I supposed to say to that?
“Get the dress off,” he orders as he sets me on my feet. I don’t know why when he barks those grumpy orders at me it only turns me on more. I hear the lock to the door click and he’s back on me before I can do anything. The stupid dress is no match against Kale as he rips it down the center.
“You’re going to have to explain that to my boss. I’m not...” My words cut off when he grabs me, lifts me off my feet, and tosses me right onto the bed.
“Going to fucking burn it.” I watch as he starts to strip his clothes off, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of the room. The only light is from the moon flooding in through my windows.
“Bra.”
“You want to burn my bra too?” I tease him as I take it off. I swear I see a smirk pull at his mouth. His shirt hits the floor first and any more jokes I have dry up as he goes for his pants next. How does this man not think he’s attractive?
His pants are next as he steps closer to the end of the bed fully into the moonlight. I let out a small gasp when I see his cock. I shouldn’t be shocked by the size. I’ve seen it before. Had it in my hands, but now I’m thinking about it fitting inside of me too. His knees come down on the bed.
“Out of everything I thought you’d gasp about when you saw me I sure as hell didn't think it would be my cock.”
I jerk my eyes up to his face. “Kale. Did you just make a joke?”
“Spread your legs. I need to make sure you’re still wet.” I spread them for him. I want him. I think I’ve wanted him from the first time I heard his grumpy ass through that speaker. I wanted to draw him out into the light with me. Now here he is baring all of himself to me.
“I’m still wet.” I am embarrassingly wet. Even my thighs are covered in it. I had no idea I could get so turned on. Hell, I didn't know I could orgasm the way Kale made me either.
“I’ll check myself.” His face is between my legs before I can register his words. He licks and sucks, pushing me toward another orgasm. I let out a whimper when he releases my clit f
rom his mouth.
“Don’t stop. Kale please,” I beg. I’m so close.
“I don’t think anything could stop me right now, baby.” He comes down over me, the tip of his cock pressing inside of me.
“I like when you call me that.” I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He comes easily. This kiss is soft and sweet. His body stills after he pushes his cock deeper into me. My body tries to adjust. There is a small burn, but I don’t care. I let my fingers drift down his face, tracing over one of his scars. Memorizing every small detail about him.
“Kale, I’m not scared.” I wrap my legs around him. “I want this. I want you.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice sounds like he’s in pain. All that bark and no bite. If I wasn't sure before that I was falling in love with Kale, I think that might have pushed me over. I lift my hips. My whole body aches already. I need more.
“I need you, Kale. All of you.” I brush my mouth against his. “Please.” I breathe the last word against his lips.
“I’m sorry.” He groans as he presses the rest of the way inside of me. I cling to him at the bite of pain. It does nothing to smother my desire. I open my eyes as the pain fades. Kale presses a kiss to my cheek and then another. I realize he’s kissing my tears.
“It’s hurting you.” He starts to pull out.
“No.” I dig my fingers into him.
“Baby.”
“Yes.” I nip his bottom lip. My sex clenches around him, begging him to move too. Slowly he starts to thrust in and out, giving us both want we want. The pleasure explodes through me more intensively than the last time. It feels like Kale is everywhere.
I cry out his name as his warm release spills deep inside of me. I cling to him, never wanting to let go. Scared that when we wake up and the sun is shining through those windows, everything will be different.
My tears weren’t from the pain of losing my virginity. They were from thinking that tonight might be all I ever have of him.
21
Kale
“Now?”
“Not yet.”
“Now?”
“In a minute.” My arm is getting tired.
“I want to put it now.”
“Wait...just...a….sec...okay...now.” I step back and let Colby dump the container of milk into the egg batter I’ve whipped up.
He pours it in with glee and then motions for me to start mixing again.
“What do we do next?” I ask.
“Add salt and pepper to taste,” he reads. “What’s that mean? Are we supposed to drink the eggs? Summer says never to eat raw eggs. I could get salmon poisoning.”
“Salmonella,” I correct.
“That’s what I said.” The boy scowls at me.
I start to argue, but then realize that the minute you get into a debate with a seven-year-old, you’ve lost. “Let’s just pour some in and call it good, eh?”
Cooking isn’t my thing, which is why I’ve always had live-in housekeepers—that and this house would be caked with more dust than the surface of the moon if I didn’t have help. But an omelet seemed like something even I can make with the aid of a video on YouTube and my trusty assistant. I don’t feel comfortable with him in my shop yet, but in the kitchen, he’s more capable than I am. He found all the ingredients, looked up the recipe on my laptop, and even showed me how to turn on the stove--all life skills he’d learned from his sister, whom he idolizes.
“Are you sure Summer’s okay? She never sleeps in,” he asks as I deposit the egg mixture into the hot pan.
“Yeah. She’s fine.” I can’t exactly tell Colby why his sister is knocked out cold so he’ll have to take my word for it. I don’t think a seven-year-old needs a blow-by-blow description of how many times I pounded my cock into his sister’s sweet hole both last night and then again before the dawn broke through the dark sky. I’m sure that would traumatize him his whole life. I know I would’ve become a monk if I ever saw my parents getting it on and Summer’s his mom as much as his real one--wherever she is.
“Kale, do you miss your dad? Even though he hurt you, do you ever miss him?” The boy’s voice becomes small. Sometimes you get scars on the inside and they’re just as bad as the ones everyone can see. Maybe worse, though, because the inside scars are hidden and you think they’re hideous so you hide away from the world but once out in the light, they don’t seem so bad. I rub my hand over my cheek. Summer didn’t seem to mind them.
“Yeah, who wouldn’t miss their parent? No matter how shitty they are, they’re still your parent.”
“Yeah. That’s right and besides, I have Summer, and she’s as good as anyone. Your eggs are going to burn.”
“Fuck.” I grab the spatula and flip the egg mixture over. It cracks in about three pieces and looks brown on the bottom instead of the golden yellow color the omelet on the internet has. I make a face. “You think this is any good?”
Colby’s small face presses against my elbow as he peers into the pan. “Summer won’t mind.”
I don’t know about that, but it’s not like my next batch will be much better. You’d think someone who worked with fire would be better at cooking, right?
“I thought you’d be better at this,” Colby says, voicing my own thoughts out loud.
“You and me both, kid. Get the plate.”
The boy scampers off and gathers the dining utensils. “Summer only makes me breakfast in bed when it’s my birthday or Christmas. Is it your birthday?”
“Nah, but it’s a day of celebration, that’s for sure.” I grin to myself. The first day I fucked Summer should be a national holiday, but since I doubt I’ll be able to convince Chief Dane of this, I’ll have to be in charge of the annual celebrations.
“Why’s that?”
“Because it’s the first day I made breakfast in bed for someone,” I improvise.
After a brief moment of consideration, Colby seems to accept this excuse. He’s seven. Random made-up holidays sound good to him.
I put the egg mixture, toast, jam, and coffee on a tray. “Ready, kid?”
“Ready.” He grabs the juice and together we march toward the west wing. I’m going to have to move them again to the east side. As I’m contemplating how to broach this with Summer, the security alert on my phone chimes, There’s an intruder at the gate.
Colby stops short. “Who’s that?”
“It’s the AI security system. Here.” I lower the tray. “Put the juice down and grab my phone out of my pocket.”
He does as he’s told. A video image pops up and I see Chief Dane at the gate. “Ignore it and let’s get these eggs to Summer before they turn cold.”
“'Kay.” Colby’s a good soldier. He stuffs the phone back into my pocket, retrieves his juice, and we start toward Summer again. This time we’re interrupted by a phone call. Colby replaces the juice and answers the phone without even being told. Maybe I can allow him into my workshop. I’ll have to look up fire aprons in his size.
“It’s the Chief,” Colby says in a loud whisper.
“Yeah, I figured.” I look around for a place to set the tray down, but we’re at the stairs so all I can do is leave it on the step. I grab the phone from Colby and bark, “What?” into the speaker.
“Open the gate, Kale. I need to talk to you.”
“I’m busy.”
“Word is you have a woman in your house, but no one has seen her for days. I had a complaint from Colten Larsen that you were aggressive toward his girlfriend.”
“Well, that’s some bullshit, Chief.”
“Even so, I still got to check it out.”
“No. You don’t.” I hang up and turn to the tray.
“Are you getting arrested?” Colby asks.
“Nope.”
“Then how come the Chief’s here?”
“Because of size, Colby. Small towns. Small dicks. Both are insecure. Now let’s get these eggs to your sister.” I’m not letting the chief in here. Summer mi
ght say something about how I treated her and Colby, making sure all the lights were off, spying on them with my security cameras, sleeping with her even though I’m her employer. All of that shit sounds bad, and if he hears it, the Chief might feel it necessary to help Summer escape from me. I just got her and I’m not about to let her go. The Chief’s going to have to break the gate down before I let him step one foot on my property.
22
Summer
I stretch my body, feeling sweetly sore. I can still feel Kale all over me. I blink open my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight pouring in through the window. My heart lodges in my throat when I see the other side of the bed empty.
I sit up, holding the sheet to my body and looking around the room. There is no trace of him except for the ripped uniform on the floor. A reminder of how desperately he had wanted me.
I slip from the bed, heading toward the bathroom and flipping on the light. I drop the sheet, looking at myself in the mirror.
Kale was so sweet last night. Worried that he’d hurt me. I knew the moment that he slipped from the bed to get a warm washcloth to wipe between my legs that underneath all that jerk attitude there is a sweet man.
He’s a jerk to keep people at arm’s length. I had hoped we were past that last night, but him not being here this morning has me thinking we’re not. I brush my teeth and do my morning routine before I go to check on Colby.
When I see the time on the clock, I’m shocked. I’ve overslept which means Colby had to fend for himself. I hate not being there for him in the morning.
I hurry out of my room toward Colby’s but stop dead when I see Kale and Colby. Kale is holding a try with food on it. Colby is at his side smiling.
“I helped make it.”
“It’s supposed to be breakfast in bed,” Kale says, making me smile. My heart flutters. I turn around and race back to bed. I hurry to get situated before they enter a few moments later.
