CHAPTER FIVE
Seraphina
Leaning back against the closed door, closing my eyes, I listen to the sound of the motorcycle as it rode away. A sense of security washes over me as I push off the door and shake my head. I’d seen him park a few houses down from mine and almost marched over to him to see what the hell he was doing following me to my house.
Of course, confronting him would have been a big mistake, and common sense prevails, as I continue walking on shaky legs up to my door.
I walk through the house, peeling off my clothes as I head into the bathroom. I turn on the faucets to fill the soaking tub with hot, bubbling water. My phone, placed on the bathroom vanity, starts vibrating, letting me know there’s an unread message.
I ignore it as I slide into the bubble bath with a contented sigh, leaning my head against a fluffy towel. When it dings again, I curse whoever it is and reach for it, only to have the blood drain from my face and freeze in my veins when I read the message.
Unknown: Do you really think you can escape me, princess?
I lose my grip on the phone and it noisily lands in the now lukewarm water. I snatch it from the water and, without thinking, hurl it forcefully at the bathroom wall, watching it shatter into a million pieces . It couldn’t be? Not after all this time?
The shock of the message from Angelo popping up on my phone abates, and I jump out of the now tepid bath water, feeling as though I’d been violated.
Tomorrow I’ll get another burner phone, and I’ll keep doing it until the bastard decides I’m not worth the effort, and finally leaves me alone.
Yeah, good luck with that.
I slip into my pajamas and pad barefoot into the kitchen, quickly preparing a meal. Even though I’m not that hungry, I make it anyway, knowing Willow will be home soon.
Just as I thought that, the doorbell rings, and I run to answer it, seeing Zoe standing on the porch, holding Willow’s hand. A wide smile on my face just as my girl throws herself into my arms.
“Hello, sweet pea. Missed you. How was your day with Zoe?” I ask, motioning for Zoe to come inside as I carry Willow to the couch. Putting on one of her favorite cartoon movies, I turn to Zoe, leading her to the kitchen.
“Thank you so much for bringing her home,” I say, starting up the Keurig. “Did you want a coffee?”
“No, thanks. I should be going. Bodi’s waiting at home for me.”
I smile indulgently at her, hating this feeling of jealousy of my friend.
“Same time again tomorrow?” she asks, and I smile wide.
“Only if you have nothing else on.”
“Oh, Pish posh. I love looking after Willow, she’s a dream child.”
I can’t help the light giggle that escapes at her words.
“Thank you. Then yes, please, same time tomorrow.” I open the door, and she steps over the threshold. Looking like she wants to say something more, she shrugs then turns to leave. I wait until her car disappears from view before I shut and lock the door, arming the alarm. My Willow has disappeared into the fantasy world of Anna and Elsa, so I leave her to it and finish making the pasta dinner.
When my girl has eaten, I take her to the bathroom to give her a bath, before dressing her in clean pajamas. Taking her to bed, I tuck her in before reading her a story. Within minutes, she’s asleep. Turning on her nightlight, I close her door.
Walking into my kitchen, which was off the dining room, something I hardly ever used, I clean up Willow’s plastic dishes, put the pasta and sauce into separate storage containers and put them in the fridge.
Feeling at loose ends, and it being way too early to go to bed, I sit on the couch and turn on the TV to distract myself with one of my favorite shows
Despite my efforts, I couldn't shake the feeling that every noise meant Angelo would appear at any minute, even though he kept sending his goons to do his dirty work.
I've tried everything to create a sense of safety for Willow and myself since running away, but it's clear that none of it has been effective. Moving to a small town in Texas, such as Briar Creek, and adopting a new identity, hasn't deterred him from trying to find me.
I had been on the move for years, it’s something that is now deeply ingrained in my psyche, even though I’m heartily sick of it. I want to stay in one place longer than just a year or less. And I loved it in Briar Creek.
But do I dare put down roots here?
Or should I pick up and go somewhere else now that he’s discovered where I am?
Unable to stop the tears from falling, I burrow deeper into the blanket, as if doing so would somehow make me safer from the boogeyman. Tonight’s events finally catching up with me, as I let myself break down. I was lucky that Ky was there tonight to save me from one of my brother’s goons.
Ky, a beautiful specimen of a man. Someone I had to admire from afar ever since I arrived in Briar Creek. Why choose Briar Creek, I hear you ask? Well, it's nothing simpler than pointing a finger on a map and deciding there and then, this is where I was going to go.
When I first arrived, I didn’t even know he was here, the first time I’d seen him was when he and Ink helped me on the side of the road. And that should have been a sign for me to pack up everything and to leave. But I couldn’t do it to Willow, even though staying meant that he could find out the truth.
But he’d ignored me, something that hurt me in the beginning, though I understood it. He thought I was married to Angelo, a man that shot him. But he wouldn’t listen whenever I tried to tell him the truth. That I wasn’t married to him. That I was, in fact, disgusted by him. So I pushed the disappointment aside, and went on with my life, practically living in scrubs, as I worked my way to veritable exhaustion..
When I had run away, I used the money my mother had left me in her will after her death in a car accident when I was just a child. Left in trust for me until I reached the age of twenty-five. The other half of her fortune was left to Willow when she turns the same age.
Thankfully, my father hadn’t been able to take that away from me like he had everything else. With it, I opened the vet clinic within weeks of arriving. I needed something that was just mine.
I was the furthest thing from a damsel in distress, but I felt like one tonight. I tighten my jaw and throw off the blanket.
Grow a pair, Sera, you’re not helpless, you can look after yourself. You will never bow down to that bastard's demands.
I swipe my damp cheeks with the back of my hand. Never again will I feel I was helpless. I wasn’t.
Exhaustion overwhelms me as I lock up the house and arm the security system I had installed when I bought the place, and finally take myself off to bed, thinking I probably would have trouble falling asleep with everything that had happened tonight. But as my head hits the pillow, my eyes close, and I dream of a sexy leather clad biker with a myriad of tattoos coming to my rescue like my knight in shining armor.
***
The next couple of weeks drag on slowly, each day feeling like it's moving at a snail's pace. Adding to my frustration, wanting to be ignored by Ky and the club, but when they do, wanting to scream at the same time. The only one that doesn’t is Zoe, and I couldn’t be more grateful to her for that.
I bought another burner phone, after breaking the last one, weeks ago. I needed the peace of mind a burner phone would give me.
My sanity was at stake.
Shrugging, if Ky was going to be an asshole, then so be it, I’ll endeavor to be an even bigger bitch. I didn’t have time for him and his brooding ass, anyway. I try to play it off as if it doesn’t matter, but I can’t help the hurt I feel at being ignored. Not just by him, but by the entire club, come to think of it.
It was Friday evening, and I was just locking up the clinic after finishing my last observation of the day on a German Shepherd I operated on earlier in the week; dreaming of a glass of wine, and just kicking back and relaxing for the rest of the night, when I heard the pipes of a horde of Harleys stopping right out front.
Frowning, I turn from the door, taking in the scene in front of me. It was as if the DCMC had taken up residence in the parking lot of the strip mall. Hot men in leather, some with ol’ ladies, others with scantily dressed women—who I was sure were what they called club girls—were milling around, dressed in barely there clothes.
My eyes notice Ky, who has his back to me, but I don't miss the way he drapes his arm over the shoulders of a beautiful peroxide blonde woman. She is wearing a pair of tight black leather pants and a black top that barely contains her ample breasts.
I stand frozen, dressed drably in my dark blue scrubs, with my dark brown hair tied back in a messy bun on top of my head. My face make-up free. I’m debating how I’m going to get to my car without being seen, when Zoe suddenly turns her gaze on me. She’s wrapped in the arms of her man, Chains, and I squash down the pang of jealousy I feel. Zoe and I had become firm friends since the first day she came in with Chains and her cat, Mr. Boots, who has since become a regular patient of mine. I guess now I know why she couldn’t look after Willow today. I need to go to the childcare center to pick her up and not waste time around these people any longer.
She waves at me, and I force a smile, nearly groaning when Ky turns his head to look my way. I wave back half-heartedly but say nothing, heading toward my car while trying to ignore the look of indifference on Ky's face when he notices me.
Scrambling into the front seat of my car, I slam the door, which hardly makes a sound with the din of all the Harleys milling around. Keeping my eyes straight and not deviate to look at Ky, I slowly drive by, feeling every single eye on me by every member of the club until I’m finally out of the parking lot and on the road, heading toward the childcare center.
I am consumed by curiosity, wondering where the group of bikers are going and if the beautiful blonde is going to ride behind Ky on his bike. However, I quickly dismiss those thoughts as something that is none of my business after all.
Stopping by the childcare center, I pick up Willow, listening to her excited chatter as we finally drive home.
Exhausted, I slide out of the car, unbuckle Willow, and drag my feet to the front door, holding her hand securely. With the key poised at the keyhole, the sound of motorcycles echoes in the distance, causing me to pivot. I almost wish they’d ride down my street so that I could see Ky again, but I know they have no reason for doing so, even though butterflies had suddenly taken flight in my belly. Chiding myself for my silly fantasies, I turn my back to the street and let myself inside my home.
Pushing all thoughts of Ky and the DCMC to the back of my mind, I slip out of my shoes and groan in satisfaction. I instruct Willow to get ready for her bath. Once she’s bathed and dressed in her pajamas, I let her stay up a little longer.
“I’m hungry, Mommy.”
“I know, sweet pea. Let’s order pizza,” I reply excitedly.
“Yay, pizza,” Willow squeals.
The cooling effect of the wood floors against the skin of my bare feet going a long way to ease the ache in them. Within half an hour we’re sitting at the coffee table, both in our pj’s, chowing down on Willow’s and my favorite, Hawaiian pizza.
If my family knew that I loved pineapple on my pizza, they would probably disown me. But I don’t care, a small giggle escapes, as I don’t have to worry about what anyone thinks about what I do anymore. I am my own woman.
For the rest of the evening, I try to relax and enjoy the book I was reading, but I couldn’t help my mind wandering to Ky and what he was doing tonight, and who he was with. Angry at myself for even thinking about him. I was so deep in thought that when my phone buzzed with an incoming message, I couldn’t help but to jump in fright, the damn thing slipping from my grasp and falling to the floor.
Zoe: Hey chickee, sorry I couldn’t take Willow today. It was a club run; I couldn’t tell you about it since you’re not part of the club .
I couldn’t help the snort from escaping. Yeah, right? Shaking my head, instead of calling her out on her bullshit, I shove the hurt I feel at not being included, but mostly because as my friend she didn’t even bother telling me about it, and instead took the high road.
Me: All good. I would’ve been tired to attend even if I could go.
There, that should assuage her guilt. I carefully set the phone down on the coffee table, suppressing a yawn that had been building up. I notice Willow has fallen asleep, so I switch off the TV, pick up my daughter, and hopefully don’t jostle her too much that she’ll awake, and take her to her room, tucking her into bed.
Closing her door, I return to the kitchen, and am about to clean the mess we left, when a sudden, sharp rap on my door startles me. Wondering who could be at my door at this time of night, I furrow my brow, making no move to answer it. When the knock comes again, this time more insistently, it startles me and I jump from the couch. Realizing that I am not properly dressed to receive any guests.
I run to my room and slip into an oversized T-shirt, coming back to the living room in time to hear a familiar voice calling out that has the power to make me weak in the knees and moisture build between my thighs.
What the hell is Ky doing here at this hour?
“I know you’re in there, sweetness. Open up,” he calls out, but I remain frozen to the spot .
Is he drunk? He sounds drunk.
Shaking my head, I clear my throat, and finally unglue my feet from the floor, taking the few unsure steps to the front door. Opening the door, I take a deep, fortifying breath, grateful for the security screen that stands between us. Its presence saves me from acting on the impulse to rush towards the mesmerizingly handsome man in front of me.
He’s standing there, his arms raised, leaning against the doorframe with his elbows.
“You gonna let me in?” he drawls, his molten chocolate brown eyes at half-mast as he takes me in. I know I must look a sight, with just a long T-shirt covering the thin sleep shorts and tank top.
I wouldn’t have known he was in the least bit drunk if I didn’t notice the way he swayed slightly, and I look behind him to see if the person who brought him is still there. But all I see is his bike parked in my driveway.
“Shhh, Willow’s asleep,” I chide, narrowing my gaze at him. “You rode here like that?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest while biting my lower lip; the movement taking his attention away from my face for only a second.
“How else should I have ridden?” he asks.
“Not drunk,” I hiss, my words affording me a small chuckle. “Where’s Barbie?” I ask, then inwardly curse myself for my tell.
Ky frowns. “Barbie?” he asks, as the lightbulb suddenly goes off in his head. “Ahhh, you mean Pinky?” He smiles that sexy smile that makes me swoon. “Probably riding Riggs back at the club right about now.”
I roll my eyes. What kind of nickname is Pinky? I then realize why a woman who’s a sweet butt, as I’ve learned they call them, would have such a name, and bile rises in my throat.
“You gonna let me in?” he asks, slurring his words slightly.
“You’re drunk,” I state again, not making a move to let him inside.
“Only buzzed. Had a great day today.”
“I bet you did,” I grumble. I really don’t want to let him in, but letting him ride home on his motorcycle while drunk, well, that would not do at all. So I reluctantly move to the side to let him in.
“What was that?” he asks over his shoulder as he drops onto the couch where I’d been sitting just a few minutes earlier.
“Come right in, make yourself at home.” I couldn’t help sarcasm coloring my voice, and he grins.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he replies, flipping the lid of the pizza box open and grabbing a cold slice of pizza.
Huffing out a breath, I run to the kitchen to grab a plate, bringing it back to him. I’ve always been a clean freak, but since having Willow, that’s all flown out the window, though I can’t abide watching anyone eat pizza without a plate.
“You’re not eating?” he asks.
“I already ate,” I reply. “Do you want a drink?”
What are you doing? You’re supposed to be kicking him out, not making him want to stay longer.
“A beer would be great,” he says, taking another huge bite. Even though he’s probably at his limit with alcohol, I make my escape to the kitchen, needing some breathing room. I can’t believe Ky is in my home—the same home I share with my daughter.
Nervous butterflies take flight, and as I take out a bottle of beer and turn around, I slam into a hard wall of muscle as I come face to face with the man himself. How does he do that? Moves so stealthily? My throat bobs as I swallow nervously, Ky’s eyes taking in the movement.
Handing him the beer silently, I move to step around him, but he stands stock still, not letting me budge, as he unscrews the top and takes a long chug, his eyes never leaving my face. As he drinks, I find my eyes drawn to his Adam's apple, bobbing, and I feel this stupid urge to suck and lick the skin there.
I’m not his mother, I can’t stop him if he’s determined to drink. But I will stop him from leaving on his motorcycle, and tie him to the couch if I have to. Now those particular thoughts of tying him up have invaded my brain, and I feel like it’s short circuited.
I finally get up the courage to speak the words I wanted to say when he first arrived.
“Why are you here, Ky?” I try to inject a bored tone to my voice, and hope that my face doesn’t show the nervous excitement I feel that he’s here.
Lifting his head from his food, it felt as though his eyes were boring into my very soul. There was something in those eyes —something I couldn’t define—that burned right through me. I didn’t want to hope too hard for what I thought I saw.
“I wanted to see you,” he replies matter-of-factly, his eyes studying my expression for something I can't decipher, but it was the gentle pressure of his hands against my hips that sent shivers down my spine.
He’s making me twitch nervously.
When I feel cornered, my instinct is to put up a tough front and conceal my true emotions.
I couldn’t help the snort that escapes. “Why? You never wanted to see me before. In fact, you did everything you could to ignore me. And when you weren’t ignoring me, you were threatening me,” I add, reminding both of us of the day his and my business literally went up in flames.
At the reminder of the way he threatened my life, a smirk lifts his full, kissable lips, showing even pearly white teeth.
“No curvy beauty was harmed in the making of said threat,” he drawls, and I can’t help the blush that invades my face, coloring my cheeks beet red. “Besides, I could smell your arousal, so you hardly seemed scared of me,” he says with a self-satisfied smirk.
I remember that day all too well. Afraid my business would go under and the animals would perish all because of what Angelo did. And there I was, my body reacting to the man now in front of me while he threw threats around.
I’m sure Ky and the club were still suspicious of me. But I can’t tell them what’s going on because if I do, I risk putting them and their entire club in danger.
Then I roll my eyes. “If this is some sort of booty call, you’ve got motorcycle Barbie, who I’m sure is ready, willing, and able to service you,” I snarl.
I hadn't intended for those words to escape my lips, and despite claiming to be buzzed, he moves swiftly, lifting me onto the cold granite countertop. Eyes wide, I stare back at him as my heartbeat quickens. He spreads my legs so that he can fit in between them.
“You really don’t know when to be quiet, do you?” he growls close to my face, and I can smell the beer on his breath, along with his scent—the leather and motor oil mingling with his spicy aftershave.
The heady combination was enticing.
“Sweetness, I should give you something to do with that mouth that doesn’t involve talking,” he growls.
I gasp audibly at the audacity of the man. Instinctively, I raise my hand, intending to slap his face, but he grabs my wrist in a tight hold, not enough to hurt me, but just enough to keep me in place. Before I knew what was happening, he wraps my hair around his fist as his lips crash down onto mine, and he was kissing me like his life depended on it.
Placing my hands against his chest, I had every intention of pushing him away, but the sensation of one of his hands in my hair, the other tucked between my ass and the island I was sitting on which was covered only in satiny sleep shorts, sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, and his tongue pushing into my mouth causing me to lose control and let out a low groan. My arms instinctively going around his neck.
“You like that, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice muffled against the skin of my throat.
“Mhm,” I murmur. He spreads my legs so that he can fit in between them, and I know I’m dripping at the feel of his heated jeans covered crotch against my pussy. Running on instinct, I wrap my legs around his hips, locking them together behind his back.
His all-seeing eyes consuming me in their fire, as he takes me in from head to toe, my T-shirt rides up over my hips, exposing the purple sleep shorts.
“Sexy,” he growls, his hands running up and down my thighs, as he notches his jeans covered crotch at my center. “Has Ink seen these?” he demands. His face contorting in what looks like rage.
Something I don’t understand.
My body freezes, and it’s like someone doused me with cold water from the heat I was feeling only seconds ago. Frowning, I direct my confusion at him. What is he getting at? Ink and I are only friends. He’s been kind enough to help me at the clinic from time to time, since the fire. Something I thought would keep away the customers when they’d see him there. But on the contrary, his presence helped bring in more business.
Then I realize. He thinks Ink and I are doing the dirty. The asshole .
He doesn’t get to dictate who I can and can’t see when he’s had motorcycle Barbie on the back of his bike not more than a few hours ago.
Taking him by surprise, I slide off the counter; we stand facing each other, my eyes narrowed at him, and I can’t stop my finger as it jabs into his chest.
“We’re done here. You don’t get to question me about who I spend my time with when you’ve done nothing but ignore my existence for the last six months. And had motorcycle Barbie on the back of your bike just recently,” I tell him haughtily, intent on leaving the room and wanting to wipe that little smirk off his face at the same time.
However, I knew he wouldn't allow it. His arm hooks around my waist, placing me back on the counter with force. As I land, a whoosh of breath escapes me, and my hair unravels from the bun on top of my head even more.
“You’re so hot when you throw that sass around.” He rumbles, lowering his head, he adds.
“I’m done keeping my distance from you,” leaning in with his arms on either side of me, effectively locking me in place, and I can't help but audibly swallow.
Even though I know I’m at a disadvantage in this position, I sass back without thinking of the consequences.
“Oh, is that right? And what about what I want?” This should be good.
“Oh pretty girl, I know for a fact you want the same thing I do. I can see it every time you look at me. I can even smell what you want right now,” he speaks with complete confidence. I would’ve expected someone like him who knows what he does to women, that he was being cocky, but he wasn’t, he believed his own bullshit, and because of it, I wanted to fight even harder.
I'm mortified, my cheeks blazing, and there's nowhere for me to hide. But did I even really want to?
Because I’m a glutton for punishment, I push back.
“If I didn’t know back then, I certainly know now you’ve really got tickets on yourself, don’t you?” I say, trying to get off the counter, but it’s no use as he corners me in with his arms on either side of me, muscular arms that are covered in ink; and I’m feeling light-headed with his scent.
“I just know what I want,” he says simply. And I wish it were that simple. Especially since he came here already feeling buzzed. But still I play along.
“Oh? And what’s that?” I ask in a voice that somehow comes out in a breathy whisper, digging myself even deeper in the hole I dug.
I can see he’s being sincere, but it’s also mixed with a glazed look in his gaze, reminding me he’s buzzed if not drunk off his ass and just knows how to hide it well. Which takes me aback.
“You. It’s been you since we saw each other at the fight all those years ago. I’ve not been able to get you off my mind since.”
“Even knowing my stepbrother was the one who shot you?” I hiss back, still fighting him, looking nervously around the room, unable to meet his eyes.
Ky freezes, staring back at me in disbelief. Pulling back slightly.
“Wait. What? Did you just say stepbrother?” He searches my face, probably looking for a lie.
I roll my eyes. “You didn’t honestly think I’d be married to the asshole, did you?” I ask, anger simmering on the surface.
“Well, yeah. The way the MC at the fight introduced you to the crowd.” He shrugs. “Who wouldn’t?”
I ball my fist, connecting with his shoulder, trying to push him away so he would let me go.
“I think it best you leave.” I grit through my teeth. But he’s like stone, unwilling to budge.
Wrapping his arm around me, he brings my torso flush with his, my legs wrap involuntarily around his waist.
“That’s not happening, sweetness,” He replies, his eyes boring into mine. “But I will say this; your brother has an overdue meeting with my fists one of these days. Now, enough talk,” he growls.
I wanted to tell him about Willow right then and there, but the words just wouldn’t come. I need to find the best time to do it, not when we’re about to have sex. I wanted to tell him so many things. But now just wasn’t the right time. Right now, I wanted to feel his arms around me, and him inside me. And I wasn’t going to ruin the moment. There was enough time for truth bombs, later.
Ky’s wobbly on his feet as he stands, shocking me speechless as he unbuttons his jeans.
I can’t help but stare back at him for a beat, watching as he finally stands there only in his jeans, which are unbuttoned and unzipped. My throat constricts as I swallow.
“What are you doing?” I croak nervously. I can’t let him stand naked in my kitchen. What if Willow were to wake up and see him?
Before he tosses the shirt across the kitchen, I take it from him, unable to stop ogling his tattoo-filled torso. He wasn’t overly muscular, but to me, he was perfect.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he notices my gaze linger on the Such Is Life tattoo inked across his chest. With wings on either side.
“Like what you see, baby girl?” He chuckles as I blush. “Are you gonna undress for me, or am I gonna have to do it for you?” he adds.
As my eyes widen, I quickly clear my throat to regain composure. “This wasn’t the plan for tonight.” I croak.
“When was the last time you’ve done something spontaneous?” he asks me, pulling back slightly.
Without answering him, I surprise myself when I suddenly grab his hand and lead the way to my room. There’s no way I’m going to do this in the kitchen where Willow could wake up at any moment.
Closing and locking the door, I sink quietly to the floor, soft carpet cushioning my knees. My fingers shake as I slowly unbutton and unzip his jeans, without saying another word. He wants me to do something spontaneous. I hope he likes what I’m about to do, because he’s the first man I would willingly do this for.
“You don’t have to do this,” Ky groans.
“You asked me if I ever did anything spontaneous before. Well, there’s a first time for everything,” I reply. Wanting to feel his cock in my mouth more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my entire life.
I slowly withdraw his long, hard cock from the confines of his underwear, trying not to show just how nervous I was about doing this.
“What are you doing, baby?” he growls, and I look up at him, licking my dry lips.
“If you need to ask me that, I’m not doing it right,” I say before I lean forward, my mouth
enveloping the hard but satiny soft skin as I suck him deep into my mouth.
“Fuck! Pretty girl, your mouth is magic.” He groans aloud, carefully relieving my hair of its elastic band, he takes the strands in his fist, guiding my mouth up and down his ever-hardening cock.
My eyes water and my jaw hurts, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I want to see him come apart for me.
“That’s it, sweetness. Take me deeper,” he hisses, watching me as though transfixed. Then, when I think I can’t take anymore, he’s pulling me off his cock, and picks me up off the floor.
“As much as I want to come down your throat, I much prefer this first time to come in that hot, wet cunt of yours that I know is going to strangle my cock. And I can’t fucking wait,” he says.
His purposeful strides take him to the bed, where he places me gently down on the mattress. His words ignite something within me, and I turn almost feral, helping him shed both his clothes and mine, tossing them around the room until I’m the only one completely naked. And he’s standing there in his jeans. Unbuttoned and unzipped.
There was no time to feel embarrassed as he spreads my legs apart, his eyes staring down at my pussy.
“Already so wet for me,” he says, almost to himself, before leaning forward and with the feel of his tongue on me for the first time, I almost jump out of my skin. I felt a strange tingling sensation, unlike anything I'd felt before, spreading through my limbs.
Without another word, he almost impatiently takes over removing his own jeans, shucking them off, and standing there naked save for a pair of black boxer briefs. Which did little to hide just how much he wanted me. But I still can’t help the uncertainty shining from my eyes.
What happens in the cold light of day when I’ve finally woken up to myself and he’s sober? Do we go back to being strangers? Or are we together? Being rejected is something that I’ve become accustomed to in my life. The sting of my father's rejection was unbearable, a wound that had festered until now, the most agonizing experience of my life. But if Ky rejects me, it will break my heart and leave me utterly destroyed.
“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck, keeping my head towards him so that I cannot look away, his molten chocolate brown eyes holding me captive.
Chewing on my bottom lip, I debate whether to tell him the truth. If I do, he’s going to stop this in its tracks, and probably run a mile from me. Why would he want me when he had all those women at the club waiting for him? Yes, I've learned about the goings on in club life from the ol’ladies. Obviously not everything, but enough to know that I would never be enough for a man like Ky.
“Nothing, I don’t want you to stop…” My words fall away, and I almost groan at the truth of what I just uttered as my chest constricts.
“Good. Because, sweetness, I don’t plan on stopping,” he growls, his eyes never leaving mine as his mouth and tongue on my clit brings me to an orgasm so strong, I thought I’d never stop shaking from it.
Getting to his feet, I can see the lower part of his face and his beard is glistening from my essence, and I can’t seem to take my eyes off it, until he swoops in and takes my lips with his, in a kiss that to me spoke volumes. I could taste myself on him, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever done with another human being.
The experiences I had with Angelo had left me feeling dirty and ashamed, even though none of it was my fault since he had forced himself on me.
But being with Ky was on another level.
I was so into what he was doing to me; my eyes round when he finally stands naked in front of me. His cock, long and thick, and pointing straight at me like a beacon.
He pushes me down onto the bed, falling forward onto me, but stops short from colliding with my body, his fists on either side of my head, his eyes looking deep into mine.
A tight lump forms in my throat, my eyes welling with unshed tears as his lips, almost reverently, brush against mine, igniting a passion I've never known before; the kiss both tender and fierce. His eyes remain fixed on me as he quickly removes his boots and socks, leaving him standing barefoot and naked.
“Something to say, pretty girl?”
Words catch in my throat, a silent shake of my head, my only response. He stands there, staring at me for a few long seconds, and I think he can read my mind. The sudden uncertainty in his eyes makes me second guess this whole thing, and I feel the weight of rejection come over me.
Unable to stand the silence any longer, I scramble to get off the bed and walk past him, but he grabs my hand, pulling me flush against him. It’s a movement born out of possessiveness like I’ve never experienced before, and it makes me nervous. But all he does is show me those pearly whites in a lop-sided grin.
“Going somewhere, pretty girl?” he asks, and I look up at him in surprise. “You leave this room now, and you’ll miss out on the fucking of your life.”
I can’t help but snort, then roll my eyes. Sassing him back. “Yep. Tickets.” To which he only chuckles.
Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me flush against him, and I can feel every ridge, every hard plane of his body. My eyes try to remain on his as he speaks and not move down to the deep V, then further down to the pubic hair that cradles his cock. I clear my throat.
“Just know what I want, baby girl,” he says, grabbing one of my hands and placing it over his bare cock, and I instinctively wrap my hand around it as he groans.
“There’s no one else in this room who can do this just by being near me.”
I finally throw caution to the wind, and hopefully it doesn’t come back to bite me on the butt, “Fuck me!” I demand.
“With pleasure, sweetness. But first, I need to prepare you for me.” He grins.
He pulls the hair tie out of my hair, letting the strands fall around my face. Wrapping the hair around his fist, he pulls my head back and bares the smooth curve of my neck. Lowering his lips to the hollow of my throat, he kisses, licks, and bites his way down to the curve of my shoulder, all the while I’m whimpering for more, and I can feel his dick jerk in response against my leg. Licking my lips, I reach for him, but he gently bats them away, not letting me touch him.
Naked, the urge to cover myself is strong, but I force my arms to remain at my sides as my embarrassment falls away, goosebumps break out all over my pale skin.
His eyes focus on my breasts, which are more than a handful, as he lowers his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking on the hard tip, before releasing it with a loud pop. He does the same with the other one until I’m arching my back and begging him to move.
Our lips meeting in a kiss that’s frantic, and I feel him slowly thrust inside me, his beautiful cock stretching my walls to accommodate his size as we continue to kiss, our tongues fight for supremacy.
But he takes the lead, rolling us over so that I’m straddling him. The look on his face is full of want and need, the same as on mine, and I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing it’s not just me, and he wants this as much as I do.
Four years ago, that night we hooked up was only a one-night stand, and never imagined our paths crossing again.
It was something that was just for me.
Out of that one night, destiny gifted me the biggest blessing of all.
My daughter Willow.
But there he’d been, weeks later at the warehouse, which had been a setup by Angelo. I had been na?ve, thinking no one would know I’d gone out barhopping. What a fool I was to think he wouldn’t find out.
Being with Ky here, now, I can’t imagine being anywhere else. And maybe I was being a na?ve fool, but I hope this is the start of something wonderful between us. Or was I just deluding myself? Probably the latter, but at this moment I didn’t care. I just wanted to feel something other than fear and dread in my life. Everything else I’ll deal with as it comes.
I need to stop my brain from overthinking things. I want to be in the moment, to feel what Ky is doing to me.
My hands stretch out instinctively towards his chest and the myriad of tattoos that adorn it, but he grabs my wrists and pushes my arms above my head. It’s as if he can’t bear for me to touch him.
“No, baby. You touch me, and it will be over before it’s begun,” he tells me, his brown eyes hooded.
Burying his face in my neck, I tilt my head slightly to give him better access as he begins to lick and suck my delicate skin, leaving marks behind to show everyone that I’m his.
Traveling down, he grabs the soft mound of my left breast, lifts it to his mouth with one hand, while still holding my arms above my head with the other, and latches on with his lips, sucking the hardening nipple deep. Using his teeth, he tortures the hard nub until I whimper and struggle against him, trying to move my arms.
“Please, Ky,” I moan deep in my throat. The sensations he’s eliciting making me burn up from the inside out.
“Please what, sweetness?” he growls, sliding even further down my body.
“Don’t torture me, dammit.” I can’t help the frustration seeping into my voice. My eyes narrowing in his direction when he only chuckles.
“Are you laughing at me?” I demand, struggling to get out of his hold, but of course, he doesn’t let me. Instead, sliding my hand between us and rubbing my clit with his thumb until I’m pliable once again and moaning softly.
Sliding farther down my body, leaving nips and kisses all over my skin, he finally arrives at the place I want his mouth the most. I can clearly feel wetness coating my pussy and the inside of my thighs, and when he lowers his head towards my pussy, I wrap my fingers around his long hair and dig into his scalp. Probably hurting him, but he says nothing, going to town on me, with slurping sounds as his tongue tortures me.
“Please, Ky…” I whisper, unable to get more out, as sensation after sensation follows his tongue, assaulting my clit.
“Please what, pretty girl?” he demands gruffly, his face still buried in my pussy, but his eyes constantly on me. My fingers tighten in the strands of his hair, trying to bring him even closer.
He follows, fucking me with his magical tongue, and that’s when I fall over the precipice and come all over his face again on a yell.
“You’re delicious,” he growls out.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s thrusting his impossibly hard cock to the hilt inside me, and I don’t have the time to feel anything but complete bliss. I don’t even realize that he’s stills inside me, looking down at me with wonder.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he groans in a pained hiss, as he stops his forward momentum. “Your cunt is constricting my cock.”
I’m unable to stop the furious blush coloring my cheeks and staining my chest. It’s like I’m back to that girl that never had sex before Angelo.
“Please. Move!” I beg on a sob.
His cock almost withdraws completely until he thrusts back in on another hiss. I throw my head back, trying my damndest not to scream and wake my daughter up. The thought of Willow sleeping soundly in the room down the hall. The heat of the moment between us takes a nosedive inside me, and I try to push him away.
He narrows his gaze down at me. I can’t look at him from the sheer embarrassment I’m feeling right now. My small, pale hands splayed against his deeply tanned chest, and I try to move him off me again.
“Hey, what the fuck just happened?” he demands through gritted teeth. Making no move to slide out of me.
I squirm to extricate myself from his arms, but he’s just too strong, pinning me to the bed. My eyes blazing fire.
“I can’t do this with my daughter sleeping in the room down the hall.” I whimper almost hysterically. Hitting his chest with my open palm and wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole as I try to push him off me.
Understanding blazes in his chocolate brown eyes, though he’s still lodged deep inside me. But then he’s moving. Slowly, languidly, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my traitorous lips.
“If you want me to stop, I will. But your girl is asleep and you’ve locked your bedroom door. We both need this,” he says, sliding his arm between us to rub my clit as he pounds harder and harder inside me. “Fuck, you feel so good. Better than any pussy I’ve ever had.” Ky groans, and I shake my head, silently telling him I want this even though I know I’m completely alone in the feelings I have for the man. I’m nothing more than just another pussy to him.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” he instructs, rubbing his magical fingers over the hard nub. Making me forget my name, and why this isn’t a good idea.
I can’t think any further, then suddenly, I feel a tingling start from the tips of my toes to the top of my head as I come long and hard, overwhelming my entire body. My legs shake as I throw my head back and scream out Ky’s name. As his own orgasm hits, he comes on a roar, loud enough to wake the dead, emptying himself inside me.
I don’t have the energy to tell him I’m not on birth control, and how could we both be so stupid?
Both of us are breathing deeply as we come down from the high we just conquered. Ky twists us, so that I’m lying on my side, my back pressed against his warm chest, his arms a comforting weight around me, the scent of sex filling my nostrils.
“I’m so sorry, sweetness.” Before they close completely and I’m off in dreamland.