by Megyn Ward
I hate bananas but I take it anyway because for the first time since I met her, Kylie isn’t looking at me like she wants to kill me. I peel the rest of its skin off and drop it on the bar. “Thanks.” I shove it into my mouth and chew.
She takes a little more time. Small, tentative bites like she’s worried her stomach might rebel. Finished, she wipes her fingers on a bar napkin and hops off her stool, the movement giving me a glimpse of her firm, tight ass.
Jesus. Is this girl trying to kill me?
Following her lead, I slide off my stool and clear my throat while I try like hell to look away. “Now what?”
“Now you’re going to fuck me and take me to breakfast,” she says, her tone so blunt and matter-of-fact that I’m having a hard time processing what she just said.
I look around the empty bar because she has to be talking to someone else. “I’m going to what?”
“Fuck me…” She says it slowly this time, like I might have brain damage. “and take me to breakfast.” She reaches up, a half-smile playing across her generous mouth while her fingers work the buttons of my shirt free from their loops. “It’s the least you can do, considering the—”
Whatever she’s about to say, I don’t let her finish. Reaching for her, I pull her into my arms, spearing my fingers through her hair to pull it free. “Where the hell did you come from?” I say, searching her face for answers to the weird and Penthouse Forum turn my morning has taken.
“Massachusetts.”
I laugh because I can’t help myself. Because I don’t know where I stand with this girl from one minute to the next and some fucked up part of me likes it. Tilting and cradling her head with my hand, I slant my mouth over hers and she moans softly, her lips parting for my tongue. I focus on how good she feels against me. Her hands sliding up my bare chest. Her smooth, tanned arms winding around my neck. Her mouth, soft and hungry against mine. I can still smell lemons and sunshine under the salt on her skin. Knowing that it’s her—that the smell is Kylie’s and not some expensive bottled perfume does something to me. Breaks something in me that has me yanking my shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. My tongue thrusting into her mouth, licking and swirling against hers, demanding and desperate.
I expect her to push me away. Tell me to stop. She doesn’t. She pulls me closer, my greed feeding hers.
My hands find her hips before circling around to cup and squeeze her bare ass. Like she knows exactly what I want, she raises herself on to her toes just as I lift her, so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
She breaks the kiss, tipping her head back to offer me her throat. “Zach…” She says my name softly, her hips moving against mine. Tight hot circles that grind her pussy against the hard length of my cock. Even through the fabric of my boxer briefs I can feel how wet she is.
Jesus fucking Christ, she is trying to kill me.
“Fuck…” I lick and nip my way down the length of her neck. Across her collarbone. The swell of her breasts. One of her hands slips off my neck and into the space between us to cup her breast so she can lift it up to mouth.
Like I’m starving for her, I suck her swollen nipple into my mouth. She tastes like the ocean. Warm and salty and she moans again while I lick and tease her with my teeth and tongue.
“Zach…” she says my name again, her fingers going tight in my hair. Hips working and pumping against mine. “I need you to…”
Before she can say it, I tighten my grip on her ass, let it slip lower so I open her from behind. When I graze the seam of her swollen slit with my fingers she moans again, her hips jerking forward in my hands. Her legs tightening around my hips to pull me closer. “Ohmygod.” She gasps as I push my fingers into her slick, hot pussy from behind, so hard and fast she begins to shake.
“Is that it?” I graze my teeth along her jawline before nipping her bottom lip. “Is that what you need?” I know it’s not, but I want to hear her say it. I want to make her beg for my cock.
“No…” she whimpers, pressing her hips into the seat of my hand to take my fingers in deeper while she works her clit against my swollen cock. “I need this…” She lifts and lowers herself, fucking herself with my fingers, the grab and pull of her tight slit against the length of them nearly enough to make me come right then and there. “Please, Zach. I need…”
Close enough.
“Condom.” Lifting my head, I stumble back into the bar and groan, fighting to think even a little bit rationally. “I don’t have—”
“Behind the bar.” She barely gets it out, letting out a sharp gasp when the sudden change in position pushes my fingers into her even deeper. “Timothy keeps some—”
Timothy is my goddamned hero. I’m gonna kiss that guy the next time I see him.
“Hang on,” I growl at her. Pushing myself off the bar, I carry her down the length of it and dip low to push the pass-thru up with my shoulder. It opens with a bang, every step and jolt driving my fingers deeper. Creating friction between Kylie and my cock. “Where?” I’ll be damned if I’m wasting time looking for them.
“Behind the register,” she pants in my ear. “Please hurry.”
Turning, I pull my fingers free and set her down on the counter next to the register and she lets out a frustrated groan that is so fucking desperate and adorably sexy that I almost forget the condom, jerk my boxers down and bury myself in her bare.
She saves us both by reaching behind the register herself and pulling out a condom from Timothy’s secret stash.
Taking it from her, I tear it open while she works my briefs down around my hips to free my cock.
I roll it on in record time before stepping into her. I pull her close and she tilts her hips in my hands. Eyes wide, lips slightly parted, she grips my shoulder while I stroke into her slowly because I want her to feel it. Feel me. Every inch I’m giving her.
“Yes.” Her eyes flutter closed and her knees fall wide, opening herself up to me, letting me set the pace. “Fuck me, Zach.”
For the last eighteen months I’ve been fucking anyone I can get my hands on just so I can remember what it was like to have Lexi wrapped around me. Moving over me. Under me. As soon as it was over I ditched the condom, pulled my pants up and got the hell away from whoever I was screwing so I wouldn’t have to face reality.
That I wasn’t really with Lexi.
That she left me.
In this moment, Kylie moving against me, her hips lifting and pumping against mine to meet every stroke of my cock, her arms wrapped tight around my neck. Hands in my hair. Bare heels digging into my ass, urging me to take more. Fuck her harder. Fuck her deeper, there is nowhere else I want to be. No one else I want to be with.
Lexi ceases to exist.
Covering her mouth with mine, I lick my way past her lips, tangling and teasing her tongue with mine while I slip a hand between us. “Kylie…” I say her name against her mouth, skimming my lips along her jaw, creating just enough space between us so I can slip my thumb up the center of her until I find her clit. I pull out almost completely, just so I can slam back into her, this time as far as I can go. “You feel so fucking good on my cock.” I start to move again while I press on her clit, each hard pump of my cock driving her higher. She’s about to come. I can feel it. The way her thighs are shaking against my hips. Her fingers tight, gripping my hair. The desperate grab of her wet pussy, starting to milk my cock.
“Shit…” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block it all out. Not because I don’t want to watch her come. Because I do. Because if I watch her for one more second, I’m going to come first and I’m not ready. I’m not ready for this to be over. “Come on me.” I push the words through my teeth, hand splayed against her back to hold her in place while I fuck her hard and fast. “Kylie—”
Her spine goes stiff under my hands and she screams my name while her hips thrust up to meet mine. “Ohmygod…” Her knees slam into my ribcage as her pussy grips me and starts to pull, so tight and fast I almost black out.
> The orgasm I’ve been holding off tightens against the base of my spine, snatching and shaking me so hard I’m sure it’s going to snap in two before the heat of it starts to spread like wildfire, gripping my balls, spiraling up the length of my cock so fast, stars explode across my closed lids like fireworks.
The hand on her back streaks up to cup the back of her head. Fingers tangle in her hair, I pull. Lifting her mouth to meet mine, fucking her mouth with my tongue while I come, my cock jerking and spasming inside her.
She doesn’t rush me. Push me away. Tell me to get off her. She kisses me back, her arms tight and soft around my neck. For the first time in my life, the person I’m with doesn’t seem to be in any hurry for this to end and neither am I.
Chapter 17
Kylie
I lost my virginity when I was eighteen, the way I did most everything in my life.
Like it was something to be checked off my to-do list. Like it was just one more thing I had to take care of before I started college.
Secure financial aid.
Pick major.
Lose virginity.
His name was Jason and he was a freshman at Harbridge but beyond that, I don’t remember much about it, other than it was awkward and decidedly unsatisfying. He called a few times but since I had no intention of fucking him again, I never called him back.
Since then I’ve had better sex, some I’d even categorize as great, but this… this was something else entirely.
Amazing.
I loosen my arms and pull against the grip he has on my hair and it instantly loosens, letting me break the kiss so I can look at him.
“Where the hell did you come from?” I say, throwing his earlier question back at him and he flashes me his dimples. Jesus, he’s hot.
Too hot.
“Not bad for a useless trust fund kid, huh?” The thumb pressed against my clit gives me another stoke, this one soft. Teasing. “I might not know how to make my bed or tie my own shoes, but I know how to fuck.”
“You’ve missed your calling…” I close my eyes and tilt my hips into the pressure of his thumb and catch my bottom lip between my teeth. I just had the biggest orgasm of my sad, predictable life and here I am thirty seconds later, wanting more. “You should quit your job at JK Investments and take it up professionally.”
The stroking stops and the sudden loss of sensations pulls my eyes open. I find Zach looking down at me, a tight unreadable expression on his face. I did something. Said something to upset him but before I can ask what, he pulls away from me completely. Lifting me off the counter, he sets me on my feet before stepping away from me. “Let me take care of this and we’ll go.” He jerks his chin at his cock before pulling his boxer briefs up and disappearing down from behind the bar and around the corner.
Confused, I fix my shirt, pushing the buttons back through their loops before cleaning up the mess I made. Draining the rest of my water from my glass, I dump out the ice and rinse it. Re-cap the bottle of bottle aspirin and put it back where I found it. Throw away the banana peel. By the time the bathroom door opens and Zach reappears, I’m standing by the backdoor with his pants folded in my hand, waiting for him, His wallet and cell phone resting neatly on top.
He shoots me another grin while he takes his pants and pulls them on. “Thanks,” he says when I hand him his wallet and cell. I expect him to check his wallet to make sure there’s no money missing but he doesn’t. He just shoves it into his back pocket and opens the door, holding it for me to pass through.
He waits for me to lock up, back turned while I put the key back in its hiding place without me having to ask. “Now what?” I say, moving to stand next to him. Along the horizon, a thin line of dusty blue rises. Morning pushing at the edges of night.
“Now—” he reaches down and finds my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “I buy you breakfast.”
My mouth goes dry and I force steady breathing. For some reason his hand in mine feels intimate. A thousand times more intimate than him fucking me.
“I’m not exactly dressed for the country club.” I look down at myself. Zach’s shirt barely covering my ass, no shoes, no panties. “And buses won’t start for several hours.” Resigned to walking, I tug on his hand. “Come on, my house is only a few miles from here.”
He plants his feet and reaches into his pocket with his free hand. “I’ve got this.” He punches speed dial, gives our location to the taxi service and punches the phone off. “He’ll be here in fifteen.”
I want to be indignant about his money making everything better. The truth is, if I had a phone and money, I’d have done the same thing.
We make our way to the street in front of The Green Frog. The sweet smell of jasmine lingers in the air. While we wait for the taxi the island birds wake. Seemingly one at a time, they join in a growing chorus, welcoming another day.
Another day of what? Yesterday I made a royal failure of confronting Jonas. But maybe that wasn’t so bad. If I’d have blurted out, I’m your daughter he probably would have laughed at me, called security and I’d be done. I need to figure out a better way to make him accountable to me and to Mom.
I have to know what was important to him and hit him that way. I consider Zach. He watches the band of blue widen and lighten as the sun grows closer to our side of the globe. He looks grim.
“How long have you worked for JK Investments?” I have to force myself to say it. I don’t want to use him like this. Not after he’d been so decent to me, even after I spent the last twenty-four hours punishing him for things that, if I looked at them objectively, were beyond his control.
“Huh?” He startles, seems surprised I’m standing here. “Not long.” He shakes his head and frowns.
“What do you do there?”
He looks away from me. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Neither do I but I don’t have much choice. “Are you a personal assistant?”
He seems to think about it. “Yeah. That’s it.”
He isn’t volunteering much. “Does Jonas have a lot of those?”
“No. Yes.” He’s getting annoyed. “I mean, I don’t know.”
“I’m sorry...” I back off and hate myself for it. I’m never going to get to my father if I don’t toughen up. Giving myself a mental push, I make myself say it. “I just really need a job. Waitressing at the Frog three times a week isn’t going to pay the rent.” It’s the truth I remind myself when his jaw loosens at my reminder.
He gives me some side-eye. “I thought you said you weren’t there for a job.”
Shit.
I did say that.
I shrug. “The bastard just threw me out of the building. I was pissed. And embarrassed.” When he doesn’t call bullshit, I figure he bought the lie and push on. “I have my Bachelor’s and would be a great personal assistant.”
He cracks up. “Because of your sparkling personality?”
I deserve that. “I can be nice if I want to.”
He eyes me. “Is this you wanting to be?”
Okay. I deserve that one too.
Before I can answer, headlights shine on the two-lane road in front of the bar. We wait while the taxi pulls up and the driver hops out. A lanky island native, he quickly hides the judgmental look that creeps across his face at our half-clothed state. I’m sure he’s seen it all and this isn’t unusual, but I don’t blame him for being put off.
Too embarrassed to do anything but slink into the back seat, I squirm until I have the shirt pulled down over my ass far enough to separate it from the plastic covering the backseat.
We’re well on our way before I realize I hadn’t told Zach my address. “Where are we going?”
He’s busy texting. “Breakfast.”
“I have to go home.” Panic spikes my blood, making me dizzy. “You might not have noticed, but I’m not dressed.”
He raises his gaze to m, mine, one eyebrow arched. “Oh, I noticed.”
I flush warm with the memory of wha
t we’d been doing twenty minutes ago. “I can’t go out like this.”
He nods. “I’ve got it taken care of.”
The taxi winds through the sleeping beachfront shopping district. Gray light filters into the narrow streets. We pull into a circular drive of one of the nicer resorts. The open-air lobby sports a splashing fountain and bright tiled floors, palms and other tropical plants arranged artistically. A sleepy girl stumbles out of the entrance in short shorts, tank and flip-flops, her hair in a smashed pony. She holds a stack of folded clothes.
Zach rolls down his window and reaches out to take the bundle. “Thanks, Al. I owe you one.”
She eyes me while talking to Zach. “You owe me way more than one.” Cutting her gaze back to Zach, she gives him a warning look. “Niles is already on the phone, checking foreign markets.”
“Shit.” His jaw tightens around the curse before relaxing again, almost against its will. “Does he know I’m not home?”
She smirks at him. “He knows.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck is right.” She flicks another glance in my direction. “Better make this one count.” The girl turns her back and drags her feet. She gives Zach a backward wave and makes her way across the wide marble floors to a bank of elevators.
He hands me the bundle, snatching a t-shirt off the top. “My sister, Alicia.”
I take the clothes. A Wisconsin t-shirt and basketball shorts. “For me?”
He nods and shifts his back toward me and pulls his shirt over his bare chest. I’m sad to lose the scenery. “I didn’t tell her the clothes were for you, so she brought my stuff. Hope you don’t mind.”
Mind? In a few seconds my ass will be covered. I could kiss him. “They’re perfect.” I slip on the shorts then pull the t-shirt over my head. Pulling my arms from the sleeves of the blue dress shirt, I wrangle myself into the t-shirt before unbuttoning the blue shirt and handing it to Zach. He wads it up and tosses it on the floorboard. A shirt that probably cost more than I make in a month and he’s treating it like a five-dollar T-shirt from Walmart.
