25. Dempsey
25
Dempsey
L iving here is sweet torture. I get to share a bed with Katy every night, but there hasn’t been anything sexual between us. Partly because Owen is in the room and partly because I have too much respect for the roof we’re under.
I never expected anything from Katy when we were living in the pool house, and I don’t expect anything here, but at least there, the possibility was always just a dirty thought away.
The biggest perk of being here is that Katy hasn’t had any nightmares. I usually hear her at least twice a week. I don’t think she remembers most of them come morning, but if she did, she’s never said. I’d like to think being able to hold her in my arms while she sleeps gives her mind a sense of comfort and security that keeps them away.
I don’t have to sleep in her bed. I could just as easily go back to the couch where I would sleep before we moved to the pool house, but after the first night when she fell asleep crying in my arms there hasn’t been a question of where I’m sleeping. Katy expects me to be by her side, and that’s precisely where I’ll be.
Kissing. Our lips meeting each other in the darkness of night is all we’ve done for the past week. Kissing and hands exploring in comforting caresses. Katy told me it’s like the beginning of one of her slow-burn novels with all the anticipation and build-up. I understand what she means by build up with the several times I’ve had to masturbate in the shower after her body rubbing up against me all night.
I won’t push her for anything. This has always been about her and on her terms. It’s what makes our moments together so powerful. Every time she’s given herself over to me sexually, no matter how big or small, is her choice. A choice that was once taken away from her, and she gives me freely and willingly.
“Morning.” Her sweet voice vibrates into my chest as she wakes.
This is my favorite moment of the day. When it’s just Katy and me cuddled in each other’s arms, and the world around us is forgotten.
I inhale a deep breath of her hair and pull her closer to me. Her palm splays flat on my chest over the organ that belongs to her. That beats only for her.
“I need to get out of this house. To and from work isn’t enough. I’m going stir crazy.”
“Are you ready to have a calvary with us if we go?”
Katy sighs. I understand how she feels. Having Patrick follow us around gives me the sense I also have a bodyguard. But I’m feeling the same restlessness as Katy.
“Is there anywhere we could go that we wouldn’t have to have a posse?”
Is there? I’m so frustrated with going through life acting like we’re walking on eggshells. Katy is nineteen and deserves to be a teenager sometimes.
“I have an idea.” I reach behind me and grab my phone.
Dempsey: Katy needs a night out without an entourage. Any chance I could bring her to Midnight Moonshine to blow off some steam?
Tucker: Of course. Tonight?
Dempsey: I think she’d love that.
Tucker: I’ll set it up and make it a great night for her.
“What are you smiling about? Who are you texting?” Katy tries to snatch the phone from me, but I move too quickly, and my arms are longer than hers. I raise the phone in the air and use my shoulder to hold her back.
We wrestle for the phone while trying not to laugh too loud because Owen is only across the room in a pack-and-play.
I’m struggling with the feeling of Katy’s full breasts brushing against my side over and over. Her soft skin sliding against mine, when she cheats. Katy swings her leg over my hip and straddles my waist. She leans forward, bracing a hand on my chest to reach for the phone and the string that my resolve has been hanging onto snaps.
I willingly give her the phone because my hands have a better idea. Katy gasps as I cup her breasts in my palms and my thumbs sweep across her nipples. I lick my lips and swallow hard, trying not to ravish her right here and now.
“More.” Katy’s hands cover mine, and she adds pressure, encouraging me to squeeze harder.
Fuck, that word should be illegal. I want to give her so much more right now. Tomorrow, Next month. The next fucking decade. This woman has captivated me, mind, body, and soul.
“May I?” She nods, not needing any more context to my question. I pull down the front of her tank top and almost drool as she spills over her black straps. Her nipples glisten from the milk that’s leaked out, and I’m starving for it.
Sitting up, I almost knock her back, and she giggles, quickly covering her mouth to muffle the sound. I growl as the meal I’ve been dying for finally crosses my lips. She’s as sweet and decadent as I remember.
Katy’s hands push through my hair, tugging out my hair tie to free it. I love the feel of her fingers on my scalp. The light scratches her nails make drives me wild.
Katy’s hips move in time with my tongue, and she’s riding my cock over my pants. I’m already hard. I’m hard every morning waking up with her soft body curled into mine.
Switching breasts, I growl her name. Her body is taunting me with things I want but can’t have right now. My little temptress seems to be enjoying herself as much as I am. Her hands leave my hair and brace on my shoulder. She adjusts herself so she’s directly rubbing her pussy over me.
“Katy.” Her name is a whine on my lips. She’s killing me.
Her lips come to my ear, and her words make my stomach drop. “Shhh, Viking. If you wake him, we can’t get our pleasure. Think I can make you come like a teenager just by sitting on your lap like this. I know I can.”
My lips leave her nipples to capture her mouth. Her tongue darts out the moment our mouths fuse. Fucking heaven.
“You want me to come in my pants? I think I have more restraint than that.”
The smile that grows on her face is devious. It could move mountains. Solve world hunger.
“Is that a challenge?” Her hips dip, and she shifts over my entire length.
“Fuuuuck.”
“I think I’ll win. What do I get if I win?”
My heart, but you already have that.
“What do you want, Pepper? You’re already breaking the rules because the sun is up. It’s my time.” I punctuate my words with a thrust of my hips, and her eyes close on a quiet moan.
“I want a date.”
Her eyes open, chocolate decadence assessing me. She wants a date? Between us.
“You want me to take you out?” It’s a line we haven’t crossed. I want her to be mine. We do everything together, and from the outside, I’m sure we already look like a couple. A date would change the dynamics between us.
My silence gives her the wrong impression, and I watch the mischief in her eyes turn to unease.
“Or something else is fine. I didn’t mean to—”
“Stop.” Her body stiffens at my commanding tone. “Look at me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I said stop. I would love to take you out, but it could and probably would change things between us. I need you to be sure, Katy. You’re more than a job for me, and I think you know that at this point. You’re still young, and you said it yourself: you want to date and go out. You want to be a teenager. I’m going to go out on a limb here and tell you I have happily fucking ever after feeling for you, and I’m willing to wait.”
I’ve said too much. She’s staring at me like she’s never seen me before. Any moment and she’s going to crawl off me and tell me to leave. I didn’t even mean for the words to come out; they just did. I can’t take them back now that I’ve said them, but I’d like to know what she thinks.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” That’s what she’s giving me after my confession. I can’t help but feel defeated.
“So if I win, I get my date. If you can hold out, you get the girl.”
“I don’t understand.”
Katy’s hips gyrate in my lap, and I’m even more confused about what’s happening.
“Spoiler alert, Viking. The hero always gets the girl. And I’m going to get your orgasm.”
Katy’s fingers dip to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Warm hands roam my chest, and I’m lost in the feeling of her moving hips and soft touches. I have no idea what’s happening, but she took my words. She heard them and made a decision. I’m going to get the girl because, in her story, I’m the hero.
I let her have my orgasm. Like she wanted, she dry-humped me into spilling in my pants. But not until after she rubbed herself into one by riding my cock. I wanted to hold out, but when she came with her head buried in the crook of my neck and I could feel her pussy pulsing on me, I caved. I’ll always give her what she wants, even if that is a sticky mess in my pants because the pride on her face is worth it.
I guess my evening of country line dancing will be our first date.