Chapter 23
Kennedy
“Dae.” I laugh as my back hits the shower’s tiled wall. “You’re getting your shirt all wet,” I remind him.
He carried me upstairs to his monstrous bathroom and into the shower. My condo isn’t small by any means, but his shower alone is about half the size of my main bathroom.
“Take it off,” his deep voice says next to my ear. Does he wait for me to unbutton the shirt and remove it? No.
He begins tugging and pulling at the buttons of his shirt so frantically that I swear he’s going to end up ripping the damn thing. I should tell him to slow down, but his need for me heightens my desire for him.
I want him naked in front of me as badly as he wants it. Within seconds, his shirt and boxer briefs are in a soaked pile on the shower floor.
“Wait,” I say, panting while pushing against his chest. “I want to look at you.”
“Later,” he insists before crushing his lips to mine.
His kiss is demanding and insistent. I give into it because having his lips anywhere on my body feels amazing.
Eventually, I pull back, needing air, but I also want to look at him with the sunlight streaming in from the bathroom’s windows.
I drop my legs from his waist to the floor and allow my hand to run down the length of his chest. The spray of water allows my hand to glide easily. I wrap my hand around his girth. The tips of my fingers don’t even touch.
I can’t believe I’ve taken this monster inside of me. Twice. And my mouth.
Everything on Dae is like a piece of artwork.
But his erect cock is a sight all unto itself.
I don’t expect him to, but he allows me to inspect his body with my hands. I can feel his muscles full of tension as he restrains himself, allowing me to do what I want.
He sucks in air when I squeeze him and then tug at his length. Once I reach the tip of him, I use my thumb to spread his precum around.
I want to explore him more, and then I want to take him in my mouth again, but he doesn’t give me the time.
“Time’s up,” he grinds out before he picks me up by my legs and carries me to the shower’s built-in bench, out of reach of the water. He places me down on the bench but holds onto my legs, opening me up to him.
We both groan when his tip brushes against my opening. Then I remember something I should’ve insisted on last night.
“Dae, condom,” I manage to get out.
He shakes his head. “I’m clean, and so are you.”
“But—”
“Are you on birth control?”
I nod.
I could swear his face falls in a mask of disappointment. In less than a second, the expression is gone.
“You’re mine, Kennedy,” he says as the tip of his dick breaches my opening.
The sensations running through me steal my breath and any words I might’ve thought of saying.
“All of you,” he continues while pushing all of the way inside of me.
Despite having been in this position with him twice before, my pussy still needs time to adjust to his size. I can feel myself stretching around him, accommodating his invasion of my most tender spot.
This position, where he has me completely open to him, is even more invasive.
“That’s right, baby,” he says after a few beats. “Open up to me.” He begins stroking me, in and out, in a slow, controlled rhythm. Completely opposite from the night before.
“Let this pussy know who it belongs to.”
His words bring out a moan from me. With my legs now over his shoulders, he reaches out with both hands to cup each one of my breasts.
“Dae,” I pant. The sensations are almost too much.
Yet, he keeps at it. The movement of his hips is slow and controlled. His hands on my breasts, kneading and pinching my nipples.
“I’ll let you come first, baby,” he says.
My body does as he commands, and within seconds, I’m coming. I clench my legs so tightly around his shoulders that I fear I might accidentally strangle him, but Dae never stops stroking me.
Just like last night, I can feel every ridge, every inch, as he pushes in and out. It sets off a secondary orgasm. One that has me legitimately fearing if I’ll ever stop coming.
And then Dae’s coming. Inside of me. Unrestricted.
Something I’ve never let any other man do before.
It’s not until sometime later when Dae’s drying me off after having lathered and washed my entire body before doing the same with himself and then carried me into his bedroom, that I realize I’m in a shitload of trouble with this man.
“I told you,you’ll find out once we get there,” Dae stubbornly says from the driver’s side of his car.
As has become our routine, he’s taking me somewhere, and I’m forced to wait until we arrive to find out our destination.
“Can you give me a hint?” When he glances at me, I wiggle my eyebrows, making him laugh.
My heartbeat quickens from the sound, and I want to find more ways to make him laugh.
“You were terrible to surprise as a kid, weren’t you?”
“How did you know?”
He snorts.
“Yes,” I admit. “By the time we were ten, our parents decided to stop trying to do any surprise parties for us because I would always ask a million and one questions and go digging for information until I found something.”
He shakes his head.
“It pissed Kyle off. He liked surprise parties when we were younger. That is, before he got into his grumpy phase, which started around the time we turned thirteen.”
“Your twin brother,” he says, obviously knowing.
I nod.
“Are you two close?”
I shrug. “I like to think so. He’s a pain in my ass most of the time, but I’d take a baseball bat to someone’s knees over him. And I know he’d do the same for me.”
“Good,” Dae says, then looks over at me. “Family’s important.”
“It’s everything.” I lay my head against the headrest and reach over to run my fingers through his hair. He keeps it long and often, like me, wears it in a low bun at the nape of his neck. But now it’s down, falling an inch or two below his shoulders.
The silky strands glide effortlessly through my fingers.
“Are you close with your entire family?” he asks, his voice sounding huskier. I suspect it has to do with my fingers playing in his hair.
“What?” I ask jokingly. “Didn’t you read through and document all of the paperwork you have at the club for the rest of my family who are members like you did me?”
A half-grin spreads on his beautiful face as he turns to me. “You’re the only person in your family I wanted to bend over my counter and fuck until your voice became hoarse from screaming my name, little warrior.”
My fingers still. My entire body stills. Well, not my whole body because my nipples harden.
“Close your mouth, baby. It’s giving me ideas, and we still have another ten minutes until we arrive at where we’re going.”
I didn’t even realize that my mouth was open. “Stop saying stuff like that,” I admonish.
“Because you’re too embarrassed over how your body responds when I do?”
Yes.
“No.” I withdraw my hand and go to fold my arms over my chest, but Dae captures my hand. He brings it to his lips and kisses each of my fingers before placing my hand back in his hair.
“I like it when you touch me. Keep doing it,” he orders.
My fingers move as if they’re under his command. “I’m only doing it because I want to,” I mumble.
A soft chuckle echoes around the inside of the car.
“So, where are we going?” I try again.
He merely shakes his head. “We’re almost there.”
“I bet the time will go a lot faster if you tell me where we’re going and why you’re taking me there.”
“You said you wanted to know more about me.”
I did. After our shower session, I made Dae give me a tour of his massive home, which he did willingly. It’s stunning, and so many rooms have natural lighting, which is something I crave.
When I told him I wanted to know more, he stared at me for a while and then told me to get dressed so he could take me somewhere special. He made a few phone calls and refused to allow me to overhear. Now, we’re on our way to where only he and God know.
I’m this close to telling him that the ten minutes he said we had until arrival are almost up when he pulls into a parking lot.
“The Williamsport Aquarium?” I look over at him, the confusion on my face apparent.
He nods and then gets out. I watch him round the front of the car to come and open my door for me.
“A man should always open your car door for you.”
The words of my father penetrate my mind. I remember thinking that was ridiculous as I got older. ”I’m perfectly capable of opening a car door,” are the words I’d tell my father.
“And any man who would let you isn’t worth your time,” was his response.
“You know I can open my car door myself,” I tell Dae as he holds my hand as we get out.
He gives me an incredulous look.
“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I let you.” He brings my hand to his lips for another kiss. “Let’s go.”
“Why are we at the aquarium?”
“There are some people I’d like you to meet.”
I cock my head to the side.
“You want to know more about me.” He holds the arm that isn’t around my waist out toward the building. “This is more.”
“This place brings back memories,” I say, recalling the many trips I took here as a kid.
It’s Saturday afternoon, so it’s packed with parents and children ranging from infants to adolescents, running around.
“Mr. Kim!” a young voice shouts.
An adorable blonde-haired boy is smiling in Dae’s direction. The boy is wearing a light blue shirt that reads “Spring Days Community” across the front.
The boy is soon followed by a group of children and three adults wearing the same shirt.
“We didn’t know you were coming today,” one of the older women says. She looks over at me, and her light hazel eyes spark with interest. Her smile widens.
“Yeah, we thought you said you couldn’t come today, Mr. Kim,” the boy who first called him says with a pout and wrinkling his forehead.
“I couldn’t,” Dae says in a patient tone. “But my plans changed, so here I am.” He pulls me by the waist against his body. “This is Ms. Townsend,” he introduces me to the kids first, followed by the adults.
“You can call me Kennedy,” I tell the three adults.
“We just arrived about fifteen minutes ago,” the woman with the hazel eyes says.
Dae moves his hand from around my waist but doesn’t let me go as his hand takes mine.
“Then you still haven’t been to the stingray exhibit,” Dae says, his eyes lighting up slightly.
“No!” the boy, whose name is Steven, shouts.
“What are we waiting for?”
“Can we feed them?” a young Black girl who looks to be about five years old asks. Her excitement is written all over the broad smile on her adorable face.
Dae surprises me when he releases my hand to stoop down to get eye level with her.
“Not only can you feed them, Amelia,” Dae answers. “I got the director to give our group a special show with the stingrays today. If you’re really good, I’ll let him give you the special gift he has waiting for all of you.”
All the children jump up and down, yelling, “Yay!” and “We promise to be good.”
Dae softens as he looks at the cheering children. He doesn’t smile, not exactly, but that hardness that’s usually in the set of his jaw lightens.
When Amelia throws herself in his arms, he briefly closes his eyes before releasing her. I watch him watch the children laugh and high-five one another with glee. His look isn’t quite like a proud parent’s, but it’s not far off.
Peace.
That’s what I realize his expression is.
A lump catches in my throat when Dae peers up at me from his stooped position. He slowly rises to his full height, making me tip my head to keep his gaze.
He bends down and brushes his lips across mine.
“This is how you usually spend your Saturdays?” I ask, my voice sounding breathy.
“When I can,” he answers. His lips part to say something else, but Amelia cuts him off.
“Come on, Mr. Kim and Ms. Kennedy!” She grabs Dae’s hand. “You’re going to miss the stingrays.”
Her big, brown eyes look between us with excitement and impatience mingling in them.
“Can’t keep the young lady waiting,” Dae says as he retakes my hand.
Yes, at this precise moment, I realize Dae Kim just stole another piece of my heart.