Chapter 14 Desmond
By the time Vince gets her back home, it’s about time to start dinner, and I’m almost shocked to find Dale in the kitchen today.
“Hey man,” we clasp hands and give a half-man hug, clapping each other's backs with a smile. “It’s been a minute.”
Dale isn’t much older than I am, maybe six or seven years, but he’s worked for us for years. He started at the restaurant when Dad first opened it, as a busboy. He apparently always wanted to be a chef, and for whatever reason, Dad gave him a shot.
Now he’s one of the best not only in the state but in the country, and he’s like family.
What I said to my father plays back in my head, and yeah, maybe not exactly like family; I don’t need another motherfucker trying to get a piece of my girl.
I still don’t love the idea of Vince even looking at her; if Dale starts too…
Fuck, I might just lose it.
“Yeah, your old man sent me a message and asked me to handle food tonight. Is everything okay with Kat? I know she much prefers to cook for you guys.” It’s an easy conversation, made as he moves around the kitchen washing, cutting, and prepping.
I don’t get the feeling he’s got any other interest other than just being genuinely worried.
“Ugh,” I’m not sure exactly what to say. I’d never cared in the past; I would have simply said, Dad fucked all the energy out of her, but Dale is her friend, and I get the feeling she wouldn’t appreciate that.
Fuck, thinking about what I say before I say it is hard.
“She’s just a little tired.” I rub a hand on the back of my neck, feeling like that was the lamest thing I could have said.
I breathe a sigh of relief when he nods, seemingly buying it. I mean, technically, it’s not a lie; it’s just not the whole truth.
“How could she not be tired dealing with the lot of you?” Vince huffs as he walks into the kitchen, moving to the fridge and grabbing a beer.
Huh, that’s not something I see every day.
Don’t get me wrong, I know Vince drinks, but usually it's when he’s ‘off duty’ or later once the day is winding down, maybe even with dinner occasionally. As it stands, it's not even dinnertime yet.
“Rough day?” I ask, nodding at the bottle.
He scowls down at the bottle as if he didn’t even realize he had it before he grumbles something I can’t quite make out.
Dale looks at me with a raised brow, but I have no idea what’s going on, so I just shrug.
Vince heads out of the kitchen without answering me or even looking my way again, and, yeah, something about this doesn’t sit right with me.
“Hey, what’s eating you?” I ask as I jog after him to catch up.
“Nothing, Des.” He waves me off like he doesn’t know me. As if he thinks I’ll believe that for even a fucking second.
“I’m serious, Vince, what crawled up your ass?” He glares at me, but that’s all the reaction I get, and yeah, something is definitely wrong.
“Alright, well, I guess you leave me no choice then.” He raises a brow as he presses the mouth of his bottle to his lips and takes a gulp but still doesn’t attempt to stop me.
I’ll fix that, though.
“Let me guess, you're grumpy because you had to drive Kat back from the office, freshly fucked, with a raging boner. The only thought on your mind the entire way back was what it would feel like to fuck her, to just pull the car to the side of the road and bend her over one of the back seats. Oh, or maybe even have her come up front and suck your cock while you drive back.”
Vince chokes, like actually chokes on his beer, spewing it all over the place as he gasps for air.
Damn, I might have laid it on a little thick; now I’m hard again. I adjust as Vince tries and fails to get himself under control, and I take pity on him, smacking his back a few times in an attempt to help.
He’s folded forward, his hands braced on his knees as he heaves in air. His beer sits forgotten on the floor at his feet as he glares up at me, his beard shining with the mess.
Huh, maybe sharing with Vince wouldn’t be so bad, especially if he’s going to react like this.
I’ve never seen anything fluster Vince.
I wonder just how far I can push… I guess there's only one way to find out.
“Was that not it?” I ask, trying to sound innocent. I know I fail because I couldn’t be innocent if my life depended on it, but oh well.
“No, fuckface, that’s not it.” He stands, scrubbing a hand down his face with a groan of annoyance that I’m all too used to.
“Oh, did you not know that Dad fucked the shit out of her? Laid her out on the desk like the most beautiful feast, but that was after he fingered her during a meeting, and she crawled under the desk to return the favor, apparently, or that’s what Alex said at least. I missed that part.”
He turns and walks away, mumbling something incoherent as he goes, which only makes me smile more.
I snatch his beer off the ground and follow him again.
“So if that’s not the problem, what is?” I ask, taking a swig of his beer. Can’t let it go to waste after all.
His eyebrows pinch as he watches me, and he snatches the bottle back, right out of my mouth.
“You’re not very good at sharing, you know.” I chide him with a smile that I know is anything but nice.
Shit-eating, I believe, is what Alex calls it.
“I don’t need to be. That’s not part of my job. My job is to keep you all safe, and with Carter’s ass in hiding, that’s not particularly easy right now.”
Ah, so that’s the problem.
I can’t say I blame him for being upset. I don’t love that Carter is still breathing, let alone doing so as a free man.
The smile melts from my face just thinking about his slimy little ass. I wish I had killed him the day we saw him. Lord knows I wanted to, and he deserved it.
I see the same look in Vince’s eyes, and I know he’s on the same page.
I’m sure we will have a chance, though; as much as I might hate it, Kat is what he’s after, and she’s ours now.
Ours to protect and take care of all because he failed.
What a fucking loser.
“Carter will get his. Nobody can resist Kat for long. It’s only a matter of time before he shows his ass.” I cock a brow at him with a smirk, curious if he got the double meaning of my words, but if he does, he does a good job at ignoring it.
“Until then, I think we should work on your other problem.”
He looks at me like I’ve got a few screws loose, but that’s not exactly new. I turn and head back toward the kitchen, where I can hear my kitten upset about Dale being here before he can question what I mean.
He’ll understand soon enough.
The day dragged, and without a nap, I’m dragging too. That is, until I walk into my room and find Kat lying on my bed, a book in her hands, in nothing but one of my shirts, and though I can’t see them, I assume her underwear. Her ass looks so good I could bite it.
Fuck, I wonder if she would be okay with that?
“What ya reading?” I ask as I move into the room, kicking the door closed behind me, unable to take my eyes off her.
“Dirty romance books about devils,” she tells me without even looking up.
“Oh, is it one of the ones where they have like specialty cocks?”
That gets her attention; her eyes are comically wide for a moment before they narrow. “How do you know anything about what’s inside dirty books like this?” she asks curiously.
Good question.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Kitten? Can’t men read dirty books?” I pout as I walk around the bed to my dresser and start stripping down. I feel her eyes following me and smirk to myself.
Good to know.
She laughs, letting her book fall closed before she tosses it on the bedside table.
“I never said that, but,” she draws the word out, and I hear her get out of bed. I fight to keep my back to her. I want to see every inch of those legs and the smile I can hear on her lips. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you pick up a book, love.”
Her pet name sends me. I turn on the spot, damn near tackling her like a football player, back onto the bed as she yelps before dissolving into a fit of laughter as I press open-mouthed kisses to her neck.
Shit, I didn’t even get to see her.
I pull back to look down at her, and fuck me. She’s lying out on the bed, her hair spread out like a halo. If she’s an angel, she’s got to be like the angel of sex or arousal or something because the longer I look at her, the harder I get. Her legs wrap around my waist, and oh, fuck.
“Kitten,” I pant, licking my lips as my eyes fix on the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.
“Yes, Des?”
Ugh, why does her calling me that make her little sugar-sweet voice feel even more provocative? Something tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing right now, but who am I to complain?
“Where are your underwear?” She doesn’t answer, but her little giggle is kind of an answer all its own.
It takes everything in me not to strip down and bury my cock inside of her just like this, but I had a plan.
A theory I need to test.
“Kitten, I have a question for you.” I grip her thighs before letting one hand drop to her pussy.
She’s so wet, and that’s all for me.
“Yes?” Her voice is breathy; the sound of it only makes resisting her harder, literally.
Apparently, today I’ve decided I enjoy self-torture, cool.
I run two fingers up to her clit to give her just a hint of a tease before I move back to her entrance and sink both fingers inside of her without warning.
Her back arches off the bed beautifully, and I feel her walls clamp down, holding me still. I give her a moment to relax and get her breathing under control, hanging on by pure stubborn determination at this point.
“What would you think if Vince walked in that door right now and saw you like this?” Her walls flutter around my fingers, giving me my answer even without her opening her mouth, but I like to be sure about this kind of thing.
“Or better yet, what if he came in while I was fucking you? I could bend you over the bed, and he could fuck your throat just like that first night we met.”
There’s no mistaking the fact that she enjoys that idea.
Fuck, if I keep it up, I’m going to come in my damn pants, and I’ve waited all day for her; I’ll be damned if I go out like that today.
With a deep breath, I pull my fingers free and almost fold when she lets out a little whimper at the loss of them.
“Come on, Kitten, I have something I need to test.” I reach down and grab her hand, pulling her from the bed and right out the door.
Thankfully, Vince is a creature of habit, so I have a pretty good idea of where he might be. Not that there’s anyone around to see other than us. Addy’s asleep already. I know because it was my turn to read to her, which is how Kat managed to get into my room without me knowing in the first place.
“Des!” Kat hisses as she tries and fails to pull the shirt down further. It doesn’t do a damn bit of good, and if one of the others happens across us before we reach him, well, this plan might just go to shit real quick.
“Hurry up before someone sees,” I tease her as we head down the stairs, and I’m surprised when she does, in fact, move faster.
We turn the corner, breathing wildly and probably looking half crazy to Vince, who sits with his laptop and a beer on the table.
“What the fu…” His words die as he looks past me to see Kat, and he can say whatever the fuck he wants, but he can’t hide the way he looks at her right now fast enough.
Gotcha, bitch.