WalkingSin

by Lynn LaFleur

  He concentrated on her breasts first, kneading them, plucking at her nipples. A pleasant little zing traveled to her clit with each tweak of his fingers. That zing intensified as his hands traveled lower. He spread the lather over her stomach, her hips, her thighs, the valley between them. She gasped when his fingertips passed over her clit.

  “Mmm, you’re swollen.” One finger pushed into her channel. “And wet.” He nipped her earlobe. “I like that.”

  Kelcey swallowed. He slid his cock up and down the cleft between her buttocks. She wondered what it would feel like to lean forward and brace her hands against the wall so he could slip inside her.

  Before she had the chance to give in to temptation and do that, Dax took a step back so his body no longer touched hers. She swallowed her moan of disappointment when she felt his soapy hands on her back. He slowly slid them down her spine, over her butt, and down her legs. On the return journey, he cupped her cheeks in his hands, pulled them apart and settled his shaft between them.

  “Oh yeah,” he said, his voice rough, “some of my fantasies would definitely curl your toes.”

  Her curiosity won out over her apprehension of the unknown. “Tell me.”

  “I’d rather show you.”

  He tugged her backward a few steps so water from one of the showerheads hit her chest. It ran down her body, chasing away the soap suds. He turned her so the water could rinse her back too.

  “Had enough of the shower?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  Dax rinsed himself and turned off the water. He helped her from the stall, handed her a fluffy towel. Kelcey quickly swiped the drops from her skin, eager to be back in Dax’s arms again as soon as possible. She tossed her towel on top of his on the counter and took his hand. He led her straight to his bed, where he lay on his back and pulled her on top of him. His lips covered hers in a long, deep kiss.

  Kelcey had fantasies of things she wanted to do to Dax, just like he had about her. Right now, all those fantasies vanished in her desire to be one with him. She ended the kiss, despite Dax’s mumbled protest, and moved away from him.

  “Wait. Where are you going?”

  “To get this.” She reached into the nightstand drawer and removed a condom. She waited only long enough for Dax to roll it over his cock before she straddled his hips. Grasping the base of his shaft, she impaled herself.

  Dax hissed. She moaned. She gave herself a few moments for her body to adjust to him, then began to move. Dax touched her the entire time she moved, running his hands over her breasts, her hips, her butt. He dipped his thumb between her thighs to caress her clit…tiny little circles that urged her to move faster, take him deeper.

  “Oh yeah. Move on me, Kelcey. I want to feel you come.”

  Those husky words, combined with the fullness inside her, sent her over the edge. Tongues of pleasure licked up and down her spine. Kelcey tried to keep her eyes open, to look into Dax’s eyes, but the sensations were too intense. Throwing back her head, she arched her back and rode out the wave.

  Dax tensed beneath her. She felt his cock pulsate inside her, heard his low growl when he came. She watched the evidence of pleasure wash over his face.

  The sight of Dax in the throes of orgasm took away her breath.

  She caressed his chest and shoulders while waiting for him to open his eyes. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of touching him.

  He took both her hands in his and gently tugged until she lay stretched out on top of him. His softening cock remained nestled inside her. She wanted to leave it there as long as possible.

  A gentle kiss touched her temple. “That was amazing.”

  “Even if it didn’t fulfill any of your fantasies?”

  “Who says it didn’t?”

  Kelcey lifted her head. His eyelids were half closed, a satisfied smile turned up his lips. “What fantasy did it fulfill?”

  “You in my bed.”

  “I think technically I’m on your bed.”

  He shrugged one shoulder. “In, on, doesn’t matter, as long as you’re in my arms.”

  Everything inside her went all gooey, like melted caramel. She didn’t know what it felt like to fall in love, but she wondered if all the tender feelings welling up inside her for Dax could be the beginning of love.

  That would be incredibly stupid.

  “I’d better go.”

  His arms tightened around her. “You don’t have to go. Spend the night with me.”

  “Dax, I don’t have any clean clothes.”

  “You didn’t have any last night either and you stayed.”

  She couldn’t argue with that statement. “I have things I need to do tonight.”

  He pushed her hair behind her ear, ran his fingertip down her cheek. “Is there anything you have to do tonight that’s more important than fulfilling some fantasies?”

  She couldn’t argue with that question either. “No.”

  “Well, then.” He slid his hands down her back to her butt. “What do you say to eating that hunk of chocolate cake Emma brought over and then we’ll work on some of those fantasies?”

  Kelcey smiled. “I say that sounds good.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Dax eased off the bed so as not to wake Kelcey. He moved slowly because he wasn’t sure if his legs would work yet. He’d just experienced some of the most intense orgasms of his life and his entire body felt weak.

  Gathering up his clothes from the floor, he tiptoed from his bedroom. Once in the hall, he pulled on his T-shirt and sweatpants before making his way to the kitchen. A drink would be really good right now. Then food.

  He guzzled down half a can of Coke while thinking about the lovely woman in his bed. He didn’t think their lovemaking could be any hotter than it had been last night. Playing around with their fantasies had been fun. He hadn’t taken her against the shower wall, but the wall in his bedroom had worked just as well.

  Tonight had been even hotter.

  He’d worked in the office today, painting colorful flowers on the white walls in the office. The additional artwork hadn’t been in Alaina’s original plan for the B-and-B, but she’d quickly agreed when Dax suggested it. Kelcey would spend most of her time in the small room. While she had a large window for natural light, he wanted her to have other beauty surround her.

  Working in the office gave him the chance to sneak in a kiss every few minutes.

  It also gave him the chance to observe the way she’d rub her neck when she didn’t think he saw her. The massage on Tuesday helped her, but more than one would be better. He’d suggested she come by his house after work for another. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea, he’d sworn he wasn’t simply trying to get her in his bed. She’d actually looked disappointed at his declaration.

  Dax chuckled. Kelcey continued to surprise and delight him.

  He’d been a good boy until the end when she lay on her back while he massaged her neck. He may have let his hands slide a little farther down her chest than he did with most clients. And maybe he enjoyed it so much, he let them slide even farther until he touched her breasts. The little gasp of pleasure she’d uttered encouraged him to continue. Her nipples had hardened beneath the brush of his thumbs. When she began to shift her hips, he knew she needed more than stimulation to her nipples.

  Dax stood by the side of the table and pulled back the sheet and blanket. He’d slipped one hand between her thighs while he continued caressing her breasts with the other. Kelcey had raised her knees and let them fall open, giving him plenty of room to touch her. The oil on his hand let his fingers easily glide over her creamy folds.

  It had taken less than a minute for her body to tremble from her climax.

  Not giving her any time to come down from the high, Dax had helped her stand, then bent her over the table. He’d sheathed his cock with the condom he’d stashed in his pants pocket—just in case—and entered her with one long thrust. The walls of her pussy had clamped onto his cock, milking it from her second
climax as he fucked her.

  The memories had his shaft half hard, despite all the sex he and Kelcey had shared over the last two hours. Pushing aside his growing desire—for now—he opened the refrigerator to try to find something to prepare for supper.

  A sharp knock before the back door opened followed by a “Yoohoo!” announced his mother’s arrival. She came in carrying a plastic grocery bag. “Hi,” she said with a smile.

  “Hi. Whatcha got?”

  “A present from Walt Kinney. His grandson went to the Gulf coast this weekend and came back with fifty pounds of jumbo shrimp.”

  “Whoa!” Dax took the sack from her. “Fifty pounds?”

  “Walt brought us twenty-five. I kept ten pounds for your father, grandfather and me and split up the rest between you, Rye and Griff. They’re cleaned, but aren’t cooked. You’ll have to do that.”

  “No problem.” Beverly had just solved Dax’s problem of what to prepare for supper. Shrimp he could handle.

  His mother looked toward the door that led into the dining room. “Is Alaina here? Isn’t that her car out front?”

  Dax set the sack on the countertop. “Kelcey’s here. She borrowed Alaina’s car. Her neck was still hurting from the accident, so I offered to work on her again tonight.”

  “I heard about her accident. Is she all right?”

  “Other than a stiff neck, she seems to be fine. She was very lucky.”

  “I saw her car at Walt’s. Did you have it towed there?”

  “Yeah. The insurance adjustor will be here tomorrow to check it out. I’m pretty sure it’ll be totaled.”

  Beverly sat at the kitchen table. “That’s too bad. It isn’t that old, is it?”

  “Kelcey said four years.”

  She gestured toward the sack of shrimp. “Put those in the refrigerator.”

  Dax grinned at her bossy tone. “Yes, ma’am.”

  “And get me a glass of tea while you’re there.”

  “Anything else, Mother?”

  She looked up toward the ceiling, as if pondering his question. “Not right now. I’ll let you know.”

  He chuckled at her impish grin. After putting away the shrimp and washing his hands, he prepared two glasses of iced tea and joined her at the table. He’d taken a healthy sip when Kelcey walked into the kitchen, Walker by her side.

  “Hey.” He quickly stood and crossed to her. With his mother in the room, he fell into professional massage therapist mode. “You didn’t sleep very long. How do you feel?”

  “Like an overcooked noodle.” Pushing her hair behind her ears, she switched her gaze to Beverly. “Hello.”

  Beverly stood and drew Kelcey into a hug. Kelcey’s eyes widened, her gaze darted to Dax. She obviously hadn’t expected a hug from a woman she didn’t know.

  “Kelcey, this is my mother, Beverly. She’s a hugger.”

  “He says that like it’s a bad thing.” Beverly released her, but still held her hands. “I’m so happy to meet you, Kelcey. Alaina and Emma have told me all about you. I’m sorry about your accident. How do you feel?”

  “Mom, give her a chance to breathe.” He lightly touched Kelcey’s shoulder. “Would you like something to drink?”

  She looked at him with a grateful smile. “Yes, please.”

  “Iced tea or something stronger?”

  Her smile bloomed, lighting up her eyes. “Tea is good.”

  Completely mesmerized, he stared into her beautiful blue eyes. Something tightened his chest, an unknown emotion that made him feel as if his heart was swelling. He’d experienced the same kind of emotion when he’d watched Rye propose to Alaina.

  Scared of the strong emotion, Dax took a step back, breaking the spell. Kelcey’s smile faded. He thought he saw pain flash through her eyes before she lowered her head.

  “Uh, why don’t you sit down with Mom and I’ll fix your tea?”

  “Actually,” Beverly said, “I need to go. I left your father and grandfather cleaning up the kitchen. I have to supervise or they’ll make an even bigger mess.” She gave Kelcey another quick hug. “I’ll see you Sunday at dinner.”

  “Mrs. Coleman, I hadn’t planned—”

  “It’s Beverly, and I don’t accept any excuses. We eat at three, but you’re welcome at any time.” She switched her gaze to Dax. One eyebrow arched. “Walk me out, Dax?”

  Oh shit. He knew what that eyebrow meant. His mother had something to say to him and wouldn’t say it in front of Kelcey. “Sure. Kelcey, help yourself to whatever you want.”

  He stepped out the back door with his mother. As soon as he closed the door behind them, she turned on him.

  “Don’t you dare hurt that sweet girl.”

  He couldn’t believe his mother would automatically think the worst of him. “I have no intention of hurting Kelcey.”

  “You may not intend to, but you will if you string her along like she’s one of the trollops you date.”

  Whoa. He’d never heard his mother talk about his dates this way. “Mom—”

  “You date women only interested in sex because that’s all you want from them.”

  Heat crept into his cheeks. Only his mother could make him feel as if he was ten again and being punished for doing something stupid. “I’m single. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

  “I didn’t say there is. Sex between two consenting adults is fine if that’s all they want.” She pointed toward the kitchen. “Kelcey isn’t like that.”

  “How do you know? You just met her!”

  “I know a lot more than you think I do.”

  She couldn’t know about the rape. Surely Alaina and Emma hadn’t talked to his mother about that. Dax’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly how much do you know about Kelcey?”

  “I know she isn’t a plaything you can use and push aside when you decide you’re through with her.”

  It hurt to realize his mother thought so little of him. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Thanks for your vote of confidence, Mom.”

  His mother’s eyes softened with love. She tenderly touched his cheek. “I’m not saying your lifestyle is wrong, Dax. I know you’ve never been interested in anything long-term with a woman, although I don’t understand that. You were brought up in a caring atmosphere with parents who adore you and each other. I don’t know why you don’t want that kind of close relationship yourself. You’re just as warm and loving as your brothers. They’ve both found women to love and who love them. I want that for you too.”

  Dax shrugged, unsure how to respond to his mother when he didn’t know how he felt. He knew he enjoyed being with Kelcey, enjoyed their lovemaking. Other than that, his feelings and emotions had become all jumbled since he met her. “I like my single life, Mom.”

  “If it makes you happy, I’m happy too.” Tears shimmered in her eyes. “I love you and only want what’s best for you. Please believe that.”

  He took her hand from his cheek and squeezed it. “I do believe that. And I love you too.”

  She gave him a fierce hug and kissed his cheek. “Enjoy the shrimp.”

  He watched his mother walk to her car and drive off before he entered the house again. He expected to see Kelcey sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a glass of tea. It surprised him to see her standing by the table, withdrawing a key ring from her purse. “Are you leaving?”

  “Yes.” She clasped the keys in her hand. “Thank you for the massage. It really helped.”

  Just like that, she decided to leave. No, she couldn’t go yet. He wanted more time with her. “I thought you’d stay for supper. Mom brought over some fresh Gulf shrimp. Or I can fix something else if you don’t like shrimp.”

  “I love shrimp, but I can’t stay. I want to shower off the massage oil.”

  Instant image of Kelcey in the shower last night, water beading up on her oiled skin. He’d work up a thick lather in his palms again and wash away the oil from her flesh, paying extra attention to her pretty nipples and pussy. Then he’d make h
er come with his tongue.

  “You can shower here.”

  “Thanks, but then I’d have to put these clothes back on. That would defeat the purpose of the shower.”

  He took two steps closer to her. “You wouldn't have to put your clothes back on. You know that.”

  He watched her gaze pass over every part of his face. “May I be honest with you?”

  “Always.”

  “I used you, Dax. I didn’t want to be afraid of a man anymore. Emma told me if I was the one in control, maybe I could be intimate with a man and not fear sex any longer.”

  “That’s why you didn’t want me to touch you Monday night.”

  Kelcey nodded. “I thought, with your experience with women, you would be the perfect man to…experiment with.”

  First his mother and now Kelcey. His reputation had gotten way out of hand. A touch of anger laced his words. “Kelcey, I don’t fuck every woman I know.”

  “I didn’t say you do. But you have a lot of experience with women, right?”

  He couldn’t deny that. He had no idea how many women he’d fucked, but it had to be dozens. “Yeah, I do.”

  “You made everything wonderful for me, Dax,” she said, her voice soft. “I don’t know if another man would have been so patient with me.” She picked up her purse and slung the strap over her shoulder. “This time with you has been wonderful. But it can’t happen again.”

  He couldn’t believe she planned to walk out, not after the last three evenings they’d shared. Everything had been perfect between them. “Why not?”

  “I’m not strong enough, Dax. I can’t have sex with a man and walk away like Emma did for years.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I didn’t plan for us to be together again tonight. I honestly came over for only a massage. Yes, I wanted you. I can’t help wanting you. But I can’t be the next in line of your bed partners. I want to share my life with someone, Dax. You don’t. There’s no reason for me to ever be with you again.”