Watching You: KJ Elite Inc.

by Unknown

  Trying desperately to hold onto this moment in case it were the last one I ever got with him like this, I stretched my arm across his chest and snuggled to him trying to get as close as I could without actually crawling into his skin; tucking myself into his side, like a puzzle piece, I laid my head upon his chest and the rhythmic beating of his heart was what lulled me to sleep.

  Waking up the next morning I was alone and feeling rather sheepish. After my actions last night, it doesn’t surprise me that Tommy ran as fast as he could without a word. I rolled my lazy butt all the way to the edge and began to sit up throwing my legs over the edge when there was a knock at the door and I froze.

  “Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” The voice called through the door cheerfully.

  “If you have food, enter, if you do not, prepare to die a most painful death.” I grunted.

  The door swung open with a bright eyed and chipper tailed Matthew strutting through the doorway beaming. Upon one look at me, he halted and put a hand in the air.

  “Whoa.”

  “What?” I snapped.

  “Um, birds have found a new home. In your hair. What the hell were you doing?”

  “Do you have food or not?”

  He smiled again and walked back toward the door.

  “I do not have food but your man is almost done cooking it and you have a visitor.”

  With this he left and I heard the boots coming up the stairs. Looking around for some kind of reprieve I grabbed for the pair of boyshort undies Tommy had laid out for me, throwing them on and following up with a pair of grey sweats. Just as the boots hit the top landing I suddenly remembered the apparent bird’s nest in my hair and went to make a run for the bathroom when the booming voice slid into the room like honey in hot water.

  “Taylor Ann Jameson. Well I’ll be hot damned.”

  I turned as slowly and leisurely as I could when I saw a face that had grown so much in the past five years, I almost hadn’t recognized it.

  I hadn’t even registered that my jaw was on the floor and when I picked it back up again, I stuttered, “L-Luke?” My eyes nearly bugged out of my head and I could have cried if I let go of the death grip on my girly emotions.

  Flashing me that Kane grin I about lost my mind in his exuding maleness taking in every inch of his grown up, sexy as hell body, face to match and all the rippling muscles flowing from toe to six foot four top.

  “At your mercy ma’am.”

  “Son of a b--”

  “Ah-ah!” He warned still grinning, throwing his arms out. “Woman you better come give me a hug before your twin gets here because he is pipin’ hot mad as hell right now.”

  I didn’t pause to even give it a second thought; running straight over to him I threw my arms around his center and squeezed. I breathed him in, smelling sweat mixed with hay and a soft hint of his cologne. Old spice, the original scent. Damn did this little boy grow up. And up, and up, and up. Adulthood has done him quite nicely. Lucas was two years behind us in school and the smartest one of us all. The man standing before me, holding me, was the most absolute proof that nerd could be very, very hot.

  Luke gave me an extra squeeze, kissed the top of my head and pushed me off of him toward the bathroom when we heard a truck pull up out front. I ran into the bathroom, pulled a brush through my strawberry blonde locks and threw it all up into a messy ponytail. Waiting for me, Luke extended his hand, smiled at me sweetly and pulled me with him down the stairs. Literally. If he hadn’t of been holding me up I probably would have tumbled all the way down them. Just as we reached the bottom landing, without so much as a knock, Tommy’s door was nearly knocked down by the force with which it was thrown open.

  “Hey!” Tommy yelled at the intruder. “Respect the house or you can have this conversation yelling through the door.”

  “Fuck you. Where is she?” Mostly angry but with a mix of disbelief. A fuming man who looked identical to me wearing his strawberry blonde hair in a high and tight, long sleeve plaid shirt rolled up to the elbows and jeans with muddy boots whipped his head around until he spotted me moving out from behind Luke.

  First I saw outrage, then it shifted to annoyance and finally morphed into absolute love and relief.

  “Say it ain’t so, Annie O.” Nearly plowing me over, he ran straight for me and enveloped me in the tightest bear hug in his arsenal. “Oh hell, sister.”

  That was it. I simply couldn’t hold a single tear back any longer. Releasing a flood, my heart knew I was coming home but my head wasn’t quite in the loop yet.

  “Ooh wee.” He sighed into my hair, alleviation breaking his voice.

  “Dammit girl, we missed you somethin’ fierce.”

  Peyton took a deep breath and placed a kiss on my head too.

  "Why did I just find out?" He paused. “How you’ve been here, hiding out from a batshit crazy stalker for over a week now, with a friend.” I could hear the sadness in his voice. “You could have called you know? Instead of some text.”

  “Wait,” I pulled back. “Someone text you? Who? And did they text mama or Miss Cyn?” Worry now snaked my words and at that he grimaced.

  “Damn right, you better be worried, but no, not yet.”

  I opened my mouth to pry it out of him but he put a finger over my lips and smiled wide.

  “I ain’t no snitch but I will be more than happy to inform you of who it was that let us all know.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows and I knew this was going to come at a cost.

  “What?” I simply asked.

  “Just the ending to your Ravage series.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “I swear I’m gonna lose it if you don’t tell me who the killer is. I don’t give two fucks if they end up together or separated by a continent, I have to know who pulled all that shit off.”

  Peyton’s eyes, a mirror image of my emerald green, glowed mischievously. I had hoped to keep my books a secret from everyone but in the end, it was really just Tommy I didn’t want to know. Why? Well, hell, even I hadn’t figured that one out yet. It wasn’t like he didn’t know I wrote or that it was my only dream. Well, not my only dream, I guess.

  You know what they say about a woman scorned? I might not have been scorned per say, but a hurt woman can be just as crazy. I should have known though, that he would find me all on his own, eventually. He always did. Not a peep from the family or a subtle hint, he just knew all along. Tommy always knew me better than I knew myself and surely knew that he was the sole inspiration for the steamy scenes in every one of my books.

  I laughed from the bottom of my belly and it threw my head back.

  “Fine, you tell me first and then I’ll tell you.”

  Peyton eyed me skeptically and he had damn good right to do so.

  He leaned in real close and said, “Thomas James Kane,” pointing his finger backwards pegging my secret husband without even looking back.

  I scowled at him then looked back to my twin and whispered in his ear, “I have no fucking idea. I know what they’re doing and when they’re doing it, I just haven’t figured out who I want it to be yet!”

  After a few seconds of processing, Pey pulled back and smiled a stupid little smile that said he ought to have known better and he released me as if he were punishing me.

  “You are one evil lady my little duplicate.”

  I bowed and shot a smile back at him that was mirrored perfectly.

  “You look good brother.”

  We may be twins and we may not have one of those little languages other twins did, but we definitely had a sense of each other and we could communicate solely through looks. That was enough. And it drove our parents crazy!

  “I’m glad you think so. I have been worried sick about you since I haven’t heard from you in two weeks.” I scoffed in disbelief thinking he was exaggerating.

  “No, seriously Tay. He has been asking every one of us every twenty minutes for the past two weeks if we have heard from you. He was talking about buying a ticket up to New
York when I text him.” Tommy spoke up.

  Nice to know he still had a voice and remembered I was here.

  “Thank God too, because I was going out of my mind.”

  I hugged him to me again and gave an extra squeeze to show how much I appreciated his loving concern.

  “I’m here. No worries.”

  “That’s bullshit.” Matt, Tommy, Luke and Peyton all semi-shouted at the same time. I fought a laugh off, on the tail end of losing when Matty pointed out how I still had a stalker out there destined to find me and destroy my pretty little face. Putting on a brave front, I chanced a glance over at TJ and saw him watching me down the hall, while he continued frying bacon in the kitchen. I looked away before I had a chance to be disappointed.

  Again.

  Peyton began to pull away but instead picked me up so my feet dangled and began spinning while he hooted and hollered his joy and relief. I just couldn’t remember a time when I felt this protected or loved in the past, nearly, six years. This mini army of muscle bound men would never let a thing harm me, come hell or high water. That was a super advantage of being the only girl in the family. And they were all family.

  Pretending to be annoyed, I heaved out a sigh but he just kept spinning me around from room to room until we fell over onto the couch in the sitting room. We both fell into a fit of laughs and the rest of them joined in watching us try to move independently swaying to the left and falling over and over.

  The only person not laughing was Tommy. I tried my hardest to get up and walk over to him but about a foot away from him I reached out for the counter and hit a wave of blessed clumsiness that sent me flying backwards. Bracing for the floor with my eyes shut tight and holding my breath, I realized I had been saved with a strong arm wrapped around my waist and another behind my neck, pulling me up against a tightly wound body that made mine hum in anticipation and sheer delight.

  “Open your eyes.” He whispered in my ear. When I didn’t comply he licked the shell of my ear and bit down lightly, sending my eyelids shooting open. I was mildly impressed that he had remembered one of my spots; it got me going every single time. I gave a little whimper and felt my loins light on fire making me instantly wet. All I needed was his presence and I was a moth, the flame and the ashes.

  “Why do you do this to me?” He whispered, his mouth still dangerously close to my ear.

  The nerve he had.

  “Why do I do this, to you?” I exclaimed short of breath.

  He simply laughed and pulled his arms slowly from me.

  “I’m not the one who ran away this time.”

  As if I smacked him in the face, I left him with that and turned from him. I was suddenly feeling worn out and decided now that my brothers knew I was safe, they could go without my presence for a few more hours.

  “Y’all I am wiped out. I haven’t been feeling well and I just wanna go lie back down.” As soon as they all began to move in on me as Tommy had, checking for my temperature, he cleared his throat quite loudly as a male warning.

  I held my hands up and said, “I’m fine, really. Just a bit off, okay?” I kissed them all on the cheek watching TJ glower when I kissed Luke and then Matt, gripping the pan and spatula with such strength, I wouldn’t be surprised if they shattered. This gave me a brief but fleeting moment of triumph and childish joy.

  * * *

  After Tommy had cleared everyone out of the house and got Matt set up to help on the farm with Luke and Peyton, he loaded up a tray and carried it upstairs to the master suite. Debating on leaving the tray at the door, he knocked and entered instantly. What he found was going to be ammunition for his dreams and dick for years to come. Frankly it nearly killed him dead on the spot.

  Taylor was asleep and in the throes of a dream that must have been one hell of a dream because she was laying there as she had last night, in just a t-shirt - his t-shirt, and her hand was just below the sheets moving up and down, in and out of her. The image left very little to the imagination. He walked in and put the tray he had momentarily forgotten about, on the coffee table in the far corner of the master suite. Determined to walk out, if it took every ounce of his will, Tommy walked back toward the door but paused in his tracks when Taylor half moaned, half called out, “Oh, Tommy!”

  Tommy turned and looked to see if she was just yanking his chain but she was sincerely deep in slumber having one hell of an erotic dream.

  Well fuck him. Please.

  Picking up his feet that felt like he was wearing hundred pound weights, he forced himself back into walking away but she called out again, “Ah, please.”

  God himself would have come from the heavens at a plea like that, conscious or not, of that Tommy was absolutely certain. Stomping all the way over to the bed hoping to wake her, he was made very aware of the painful erection trying to break free from the zipper of his jeans.

  He kept chanting to himself, ‘Be a good guy Tommy, be the guy she fell in love with and married. Just tuck her in and walk away.’

  He reached for the blankets at the foot of the bed against every desire coursing through his veins, he brought the covers up over her gorgeous body, writhing and panting in pleasure, calling out to him. When they were at her chin, Tommy began to pull away but was caught on the wrist by a suddenly awakened Taylor. The lust inferno blazing in her eyes, she opened her mouth to beg but instead, she went up on her knees and pulled his mouth down to hers. She was mighty fast for being so small and having just been sleeping.

  “Tay.” This from Tommy though he would swear words were beyond him.

  Breathless, he rested his forehead on hers and she taunted, “I’m not drunk this time TJ, what’s your excuse now?”

  She raised her mouth back up to his and ran her tongue along his bottom lip before sliding it into his mouth, tasting every delectable inch of it. Tommy’s whole body caved in that one second and he leaned further into her, laying her back down and climbing over her. With his hands on either side of her head in the perfect push up position, he explored her mouth, ran his tongue from her ear to her neck, taking little tastes of her neck and down to the scoop of the t-shirt. Easing up on to his knees to straddle her thighs, Tommy ran his hands up her shirt skimming along her soft tummy, pulling the shirt with his movements to expose her breasts.

  “Sweet Jesus.” He breathed and took one in each hand. His mouth descended to her right nipple and sucked, licked, nipped and tasted. He had never tasted anything so good in his life as her body, evoking a moan from low in his throat. Moving to her left breast, he kneaded her right. Taylor arched her back, crying out and raising her chest into his face when he bit down with just enough force to incite pain with total pleasure. Moving his mouth up to lay kisses all over her stomach and chest, up to her collarbone, he pulled away long enough to yank the shirt up over her head and throw it away from the bed. Tommy couldn’t help it, he had to lean back on his heels and just take her in. Suddenly blushing, Tay went to cover herself and Tommy grabbed her by the wrists.

  “Don’t.” He commanded. “I warned you once before. Don’t ever keep yourself from me. Not me.” He shook his head.

  She nodded in understanding and pulled her bottom lip into her mouth.

  “God Annie you are the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on in all of my life. Thank you for not changing a thing.” Taylor’s hair was to the middle of her back and the silkiest texture, just laid out all around her head and shoulders, highlighting her face. He drank her in and got drunk off the whole picture.

  “Fuck me, Tommy.”

  Bold. This was a side of Taylor he had only read. He shook his head at her and waved his finger.

  “I’ll give you whatever you ask for, but first...”

  “Take your shirt off. I’m already completely bare to you.”

  “Ah, but that’s exactly the way I like it.”

  Tommy shimmied down her body and then pulled her legs up and spread them wide. Taylor blushed and closed her eyes, her breathing getting more rag
ged.

  “Fuck you’ve got the prettiest little cunt Taylor Kane.” Before she could respond he pulled his shirt off throwing it in the same direction as hers and leaned forward putting his mouth just before her mound. Tommy put his hands on either of her thighs holding her open to him and he licked up to the little pink nub, circling it and catching her clit between his lips. He flicked it with a swipe of his tongue and she pushed her hips up, more into his mouth, screaming out for him. Releasing one of her thighs, he slowly slid a finger inside of her and pumped in and out a few times.

  “Oh, you’re so wet for me already baby.” He looked up her body, straight into her eyes and he put his face back to her sex, licking and sucking on her sweet nub, finger fucking her until he felt her tighten around his finger on the verge of climax. Knowing he wouldn’t last very long with her, he wanted her right there when he slid his cock into that tight little pussy.

  Taylor pulled away from him and she pulled impatiently at his belt and jeans. “Get these off. Now.” She practically yelled in desperation. “Now Tommy, I need you now.”

  He put his hands on hers and lifted them to lay a kiss on each palm.

  “Slow down. I want to savor every single second with you.”

  She paused for a second and went back to his jeans, reaching inside to free his erection. Tommy got off the bed and pulled his pants off with ease then stood before her. Taylor eyed him greedily and wrapped her hands around his cock not able to hold all of him in one hand, or hardly even two. With no warning, she scooted forward and took him into her mouth, sliding her tongue around the thick head.

  Looking at him as he had done to her, she lowered her mouth down his length and took him all the way to the back of her throat and worked him in even further without so much as a gag. Clearly impressed Tommy buried his hands in her hair and guided her, cussing a mile a minute praying he could hold it in. When he came so close to losing control, he swiftly pushed Taylor below him, using his knees to open her to him. His thighs pushed against her thighs, opening her wider and guided the head of his cock to her hot entrance, ready and wet for him.