With a single step forward, Kai had her feet on either side of his legs. She was in heels, and, with him leaning back, she had enough height that she could press herself right against the hard bulge in his fly.
She lined herself up just like that and huffed out a breath at the fit. “Huh.”
He waited, watching her, and started to draw rhythmically on her nipple.
Like she needed the coaching, Kai followed that action. As he tugged on her, she flexed her pelvis. The effect was very…inciting—the rough wool of his slacks, the irregular pressure from his fly and the zipper behind it, the solid mass of his cock.
Even her position felt erotic, exotic. The way she stood straight with her feet spread, her back arched, her pelvis forward, thrusting. It was almost male, the posture a lover would take when he thrust into his woman as he took her from behind.
She moaned as Vin squeezed harder, as she humped him faster, rougher. It was so…hot. The scraping of his clothes against her clit, the hard pressure of his cock. She was wetting him, she knew, as she pressed more and the lips of her pussy opened, and even the thought of that was hot. That tonight, she would be with him, and know that slight stain that was her would be visible.
So close, her orgasm barreled down on her. She rocked roughly now, and—“More.” She said it, hardly knowing what she meant. But he did. Vin knew.
“Yes,” he said, and, as he said it, he thrust a second finger up her ass. And a third. He reamed her and thrust deep and then reamed again. Her breath came out in hoarse pants. She let go of her skirt and took hold of him, hard grips on his suit jacket and shirt, clutching at him while she pumped against him. While she cried out and came, and came, and came.
Her legs turned to rubber and she sank down. She’d probably have gone as far as the floor, but Vin took control then, grasping her waist with both hands and holding her against him. Like a wet noodle, she hung there on him while her breath slowly ratcheted down.
After some minutes, he hiked her up. Wobbly on her heels, she followed his direction as he turned her and prodded her toward the dining table. When he got her there, he bent her over so her torso rested on the table. He raised her skirt to bare her ass, his fingers once running down the two straps of her garter. He pressed a foot between hers, spreading her legs so he could step between them. Then she heard the rasp as he lowered his zipper.
He put his cock in her pussy, not fucking her so much, she realized, as lubing himself up with her moisture.
With no more than that, no further undressing or any other touch, he moved his cock to her ass. He thrust in, grinding deep, and then started a rhythm of hard fucking. She could tell he stood like she had, back arched, pelvis rocking forward, intent on nothing but his own pleasure.
He growled when he came. She felt the hot infusion of it deep within her core.
He hadn’t used a condom.
* * * *
Vin wasn’t sure what had happened with that opening fuck, as much as he thought about it later. He sat with Kai on her terrace, eating Thai shrimp rolls and chicken satay with a cabbage salad, and he decided he couldn’t enjoy anything more. Except that her little table could have been farther away from the terrace edge.
She seemed to get, too, that something had happened. He almost wanted to ask her what it was, but he thought it might be better to let the answer creep up on him slowly. Maybe let it sneak in while he wasn’t looking. A guy didn’t have to invite a thing like that in.
Vin hadn’t fucked a woman without a condom in…forever. That thought made him a little nervous, but even worse was the fact that he hadn’t given it a moment’s consideration. He’d just bared that beautiful ass, decorated up with that crazy combo of silk stockings and white garter, and taken it. Like nothing in the world could be more right.
He didn’t have to think about that any more than he wanted to. Plus, there was that other thing. That problem with Ry and Tim not being all the way happy, and Kai’s own declaration that she was “fine,” when it was clear that wasn’t all the way true, either. Yeah, she’d responded to his lovemaking like the hot babe she always was, but she was a bit too quiet as they ate.
The same was true later, at the theater. She enjoyed the show just like he did. But she also seemed to feel like something was missing, just like he did.
His buddies.
When the show was over, they took a cab to a bar near her place. After a drink, he walked her home. He had his arm around her shoulders, and she had hers circling his waist. She leaned into him a little, and he was as happy as could be. Except for that thing…
“Did something happen between you and Ryan a couple weeks back?” he asked.
“Three weeks,” she said. “He…broke it off.”
“And Tim?”
“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I saw him a week ago. He said he’d call, but he hasn’t.”
“You don’t know what his deal is?”
“No, and…I can’t really talk to you about this, you know?”
Vin squeezed her shoulder in sympathy. “I know. I mean, I should know, because you’re seeing me, and how can we talk about your relationship with other guys, right?”
She looked up at him. “Right.” Her gaze stayed on his as they took a few more steps. “And I’m very happy with you, Vinnie.”
He kissed her forehead. “I love hearing that. Back atcha, too. But still, I think we can have this conversation. I think we should. I think it’s okay and right that we do, because…I care about you, and I know you’re sad about this. And I care about Ryan and Tim, and they’re not happy, either.”
Kai looked away from him and chewed her lip in thought. She probably didn’t realize that made his dick want to change the subject. But they were outside her place now, and they’d stopped walking and turned to face each other. Vin put his thumb up to her lower lip and worked it free of her teeth. He rubbed the lip a little, soothing it, and he could tell she’d gotten the idea where his dick had gone.
“Can I come up?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“Just so you know, I want to finish this conversation, but—”
She smiled. “You might have to fuck me first?”
That was his girl. He smiled back. “I’m sure I was going to phrase it a lot smoother than that, but…yeah.”
She took his hand and led him through the door. He noticed she usually took the stairs up four flights, which was okay with him since the view as he followed her was mighty fine. When she turned a mid-flight corner, she gave him a glance back that let him know she was on to him.
She led him through to her terrace. “Would you like some wine?”
“Some of that Merlot I tasted on you earlier?” She met the smile in his eyes. “Sure.”
They stood at the corner of her terrace, Vin a couple steps back, drinking their wine and listening to the night sounds of the city, feeling the heat of the day dissipate. His arm around her held her close because, well, there was that ledge. Over time, it slipped from her shoulders to her waist and then lower.
Eventually, he set their glasses down and turned her to face him. “Hike your skirt up again so you can wrap your legs around me.”
Always game, she did what he said. He lifted her, not so he could fuck her, but high, so her legs went around his waist and her arms draped over his shoulders. Maybe some guys would have pressed her back against the rail of the terrace, but she was too damn precious to risk losing over the top of it. So he held her, turned, and took her to the brick wall behind him. There, he looked up into her face and kissed her.
He was going to make love to her, yeah. In just a little bit, he was going to carry her in to her bed and lay her down. But this, this was perfect. The sweet honey of her mouth was flavored with wine. Her fingers stroked through his hair like he was something treasured. When he let go of her mouth to gaze at her, her smile was tender and her eyes loving. And the next kiss was even better.
He could have spent hours at it, and he did
, in fact, take a good long time. But there was her bed. And the rest of her body.
Ending a long kiss, he squeezed her to him and moved back into the apartment. Still held above him, she looked back at him steadily while he walked with her to her bed. When he reached the side of it, he set her on her feet. He lowered the hidden zipper at her back then ran his hands along the gorgeous bronze silk to her hips. He grasped the dress and slid it up her body and over her head.
There she was then, in that spectacular, almost-not-there bra and garter and stockings. He turned from her to make a decent job of hanging the dress in her clothes closet. Then, a few steps away from her, he left her standing while he stripped out of his own clothes. She seemed as interested to watch that as he was in looking at her.
He dropped his suitcoat and shirt on a chair and noted her appreciation of his arms and chest. Facing her, he ran his fingers over the faint white patches that were left from the way she’d rubbed her pussy over his fly earlier. While they’d had dinner, he’d done the same thing, then taken his fingers to his lips. He’d kept his gaze intently on hers while he’d gone about it, and he’d been confident she’d known what he was doing.
“I’m not sure these pants are ever going to the cleaners,” he said now, stroking himself through the light wool, through those white stains.
She smiled slowly at him. “Well, then I guess you’d better have a care where you wear them.”
He opened his belt and fly. “I’ll wear them anywhere at all, with pride. They’ve become my favorites. We might have to arrange the same deal next time in my favorite jeans.”
“I’m willing to work with you on that.” One corner of her mouth was still lifted in a quirk.
God, he was in love. He didn’t know what he was going to do about it, but it sure as fuck was true.
He toed out of his shoes and slid down his pants and boxer briefs. Like his jacket, he dropped them on the chair. He did that without bothering to forage in his back pocket for a condom.
She was waiting for him, her eyes flicking now to the tent pole his cock had made of itself.
“Do you have the birth control thing taken care of?” he asked.
She nodded, appearing to understand that was the only consideration he was offering her.
Vin was done talking. He went to her, skimmed his hands through her hair, and kissed her once. Then he took his mouth down her body, brushing along her neck, suckling at those nipples left naked and erect for him. Going to his knees, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her while his tongue moved to her clit. She moaned after a couple minutes as he worked it, and she had to grip his shoulders for balance. And then his head for greater stimulation.
He was happy to give it to her. He stroked her and speared at her with his tongue. He angled one forearm so he could grasp her ass, then took a good pinch between one finger and his thumb. She was rocking into him now, murmuring her pleasure and seeking more. With that sharp pinch, she went over. Sucking hard on her clit, scraping a bit with his teeth, he drove her harder, so she was shuddering, nearly collapsing down on him.
Before she was done shivering out her orgasm, he had her laid out on the bed and her pussy filled with his cock.
His weight on his elbows, he clutched her head with his hands. He hovered over her, rubbing her forehead with his, feeling the heat of her urgent breath along his cheek. He held there, in his own kind of heaven, as she slowly settled.
Finally, he spoke to her, his lips against her cheek.
“You can’t imagine how good this feels.”
Chapter Eight
Kai understood what Vinnie meant.
She’d known when she’d told him she was on birth control that he meant to fuck her without a condom. He’d done it earlier, too, when he’d given her that anal fuck.
She hadn’t stopped him before, though he should have asked, and she wasn’t stopping him now, either, though he still wasn’t asking.
He was making a commitment. It was an acknowledgment of the thing that had happened between them over the course of this evening. The way he’d given her leave to make herself come against him as he’d leaned back into the door. The way she’d left traces of herself on his clothing and the fact that he’d taken a male sort of pride in it. The way he’d prodded her toward the table, bent her over it, and taken her ass, bare, without question or permission.
The way he’d sat across the dinner table from her, and next to her at the theater, letting her know he was touching the stains she’d left on him, letting her see he was semi-hard behind them.
Undressing her, and undressing himself for her.
He was declaring love. Not saying it, or requesting that she say it, but establishing, acknowledging that it was where they were.
So much there, in fact, that he could talk about her feelings for his friends, because he loved her and he loved them.
That was like no kind of love she’d known before, like nothing she’d considered possible.
And still, at its utmost, it was what was between them. What made it compelling and inevitable that he should be bare inside her.
Necessary.
Right.
She sighed, because he’d hardly let her find her head again, after coming like she had, before he brought her to this place. With another breath, she opened her eyes and, like he knew, he raised his head enough to meet her gaze.
“I love you.”
They both said it. In the same moment. In the same spirit, both powerless and powerful. Helplessly.
It wasn’t a surprise, but it was…breathtaking. Eloquent.
He held over her as they caressed each other—his fingers in her hair, stroking along her temples, her neck. Hers holding his face, fondling the soft curves of his cheeks, the rough brush of whiskers along his jaw. Their gazes were steady, brave.
He swallowed visibly and his eyelids fluttered once as he drew out of her and then pressed back in. Just that much was enough to cause an unsteady catch in her breath.
“I want…more,” she said.
“Yes,” he said. “All.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll share.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
He loved her then, steadily, determinedly. He held above her, kept their gazes bound, worked her body as his own. Until they moaned each reluctant breath, a foolish, hopeless resistance to the inevitable ending. To the climax they would share that would terminate the climb, the intense, nearly brutal ascent he drove them to.
It came in a cataclysm. A shuddering, splintering firestorm. Kai held on to her senses only enough to know that he was there, too, the growls that mated with her anxious whimpers, the harsh thrusts that rent her body, the muscled shudders that melded into her helpless spasms.
He groaned as though it pained him as he spurted into her. She felt the heat of it, the soothing, stirring, binding surrender of himself. She held him, fingers twisting into his hair, as their final shivers abated.
He was panting as he held her, too, as tightly as she clutched him.
After long moments, when he’d caught his breath again, he lifted from her. He moved enough only to be at her side, still holding her head to face him, securing her with one thigh still pressed between hers.
She closed her eyes first, and he maintained the embrace as they slept.
* * * *
Ryan considered blowing off the meeting Vin had called. It was the kind of thing Tim would do on occasion, if he felt Vin was getting a little high-handed or if he just didn’t care much about the topic at hand.
On this Sunday morning, Ryan didn’t know whether Vin was about to be high-handed. But he did know what the topic was likely to be and, whether Tim cared or not, Ryan did. A fucking lot.
He had no clue how a meeting was going to solve the problem, though. And, since he hadn’t heard from Kai in the three weeks after he’d given his version of an ultimatum, he didn’t foresee any kind of solution that was going to end with him being happy.
/> Maybe Vinnie and Tim still had to duke out who got the girl, but she’d made it pretty clear it wasn’t going to be Ryan.
Nonetheless, like the good soldier he was, Ryan was hitting the button for the elevator in Vin’s building at eleven o’clock.
He knew his friends would never voice it and probably didn’t even think it, but he felt he was the weak link among the trio. Yeah, he had a Harvard education just like they did, though not the graduate degrees. But he’d come from a carpenter, and his father had come from a carpenter, and, despite his double major in art and mechanical engineering, that was what he was. He made a little effort in front of his friends not to let them know how much his happiest days involved having a hammer in his hand. They probably got it, anyway.
His pals were good guys, and they wouldn’t think the less of him for it, really, but they were pretty much out of his class—or he was out of theirs. His family consisted of strictly middle-income folks, people who worked with their hands. They weren’t ashamed of it, and he wasn’t either. He had pride and value in his roots.
He just had a different background, was all. Once, he’d thought that Kai shared that background. The thing that had first drawn him to her, that night ten years ago, was that she had seemed out of place at Tim’s party in the same way he felt.
Maybe that had been true at the time or maybe he’d gotten it wrong. Either way, things were different now. What he had to offer Kai appeared to be not enough.
It hurt in more ways than one. It injured his pride, though he tried to resist that. He was who he was, and mostly he didn’t have trouble accepting that.
It hurt his heart, too, though, and that was the stickler. He was the sort of guy who’d eventually settle with a wife and kids and white picket fence, and he’d been feeling for a while like that time was upon him. He hadn’t found the woman though, even as he’d begun looking around with an eye open for her.
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