45. Kaitlyn
FORTY-FIVE
Kaitlyn
When I get to Northpoint, it’s dark. the house quiet. The curtains covering the windows facing the lake, drawn tight. More disappointed than I should be, I slide out of my saddle. Uncinching it from around Two-tone’s belly, I give him his rub down before walking him into the paddock.
“You know the drill,” I tell him, giving him a pat on his flank. “Try to stay out of trouble.”
Using my key, I let myself in through the back door, immediately stopping to take of my boots because I’m the one who has to sweep and mop the floors and I’m not about to make more work for myself. Setting them near the back door, I pad my way through the mud room and into a dark quiet kitchen, the open space between the me and the living room illuminated by a single lamp—the one sitting on the table Went’s been using as a workspace, its soft light barely strong enough to push through the dark.
Instead of turning on the kitchen lights and starting the business of cleaning up after Went whether he wants me to or not, I leave them off. Cutting across the dark living room, I make my way toward the desk.
Because leaving the light on feels intentional.
Because I think Went wants me to.
Stopping in front of it, I look down and the air rushes out of my chest in a single heave like I’ve been kicked by a horse.
On the desk in front of me is a drawing.
Went and me, on the dock.
Naked.
Fucking.
The angle of the drawing is as if I’m him, looking down at the place where we’re joined. Kneeling between my open legs. Hands gripped around my hips to angle them just right to take his cock. My pussy wet and stretched tight around the thick shaft of it. Mouth open on a moan no one can hear but me.
The picture is covered in dried semen—thick ropes of it—and I imagine Went standing over it, aroused. Jeans unbuttoned and jerked down around his hips. Hand fisted around his hard cock. Pumping and stroking himself while he stared at the drawing he did of us until he came.
Looking at it, I wait to feel uncomfortable or maybe even disgusted. I don’t feel either of those things.
At the bottom of the page is a single word, written in Went’s long, lazy scrawl.
Anything.
My nipples tighten and swell in an instant. My pussy goes slick and starts to ache.
Anything.
Before I can talk myself out of it because I’m crazy— this is crazy—I turn away from the desk and make way back the way I came. I don’t stop in the kitchen. I don’t turn on the lights and start a pot of coffee. Start the blondies I planned on baking before he woke up.
All of that can wait.
This can’t.
I can’t.
Not anymore.
Taking the stairs slowly, I walk the dark hall to the end of it. Stopping in front of the set of double doors, I palm the knob and give it a turn, opening it quietly on the master suite. Slipping inside, I close the door behind me.
Went is in bed, sleeping on his stomach. Face turned away from the door. Sheets pooled around his waist, exposing his long, muscular back. His broad, powerful shoulders. The intricate swirls of color tattooed into his smooth, golden skin.
He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Suddenly nervous because he’s too beautiful and despite everything he’s said and written to me over the past few weeks, there’s no way someone who looks like him would ever want someone like me. I nearly turn away from him so I can fling the door open and run but then he moves. Sits up and looks at me like he wasn’t sleeping after all. Like he’s been lying here, waiting for me.
“You’re here.” He looks relieved. Like he was sure I wouldn’t be.
“It’s tomorrow.” My nerves fade away, nothing but certainty left in their place. Walking toward him, I stop at the foot of the bed, gaze shamelessly roving over his bare chest before dipping lower to graze against the hard jut of his cock, pushing through the sheet that covers it before I aim it upward on a smirk. “Morning wood?”
“Nope.” Dark hooded gaze, hooked into mine, Went lifts himself onto his knees. Tugging the sheet lower, it slides down the length of his cock before he drops it altogether, exposing himself completely. He’s big. So big I feel a faint fluttering of panic. Every inch of him so hard, I can barely breathe. The skin stretched so tight it looks like it might hurt. Still watching me, his hand comes up and wraps around the base of his shaft before sliding up, giving himself a slow, tight stroke while something clear and milky begins to leak steadily from its tip. Squeezing himself, Went slides his fist back down the thick length of his cock, his black, feral eyes never leaving mine. “This is what happens to me when you’re within fucking distance, Sunshine.”
Ohmygod…
Licking my lips, I take another half step toward the bed, knees bumping against the footboard. “Went...”
Lowering himself to the bed again, Went crawls toward me, the slow, lazy roll of his shoulders building a fluttering heat deep in my belly. Inches away from me, Went stops and lifts himself onto his knees again to tower over me, the head of his stiff cock grazing against the base of my sternum. Reaching for me he slides rough fingers into my hair and pulls, angling my gaze up to meet his before he speaks.
“Anything.” Devil black eyes blazing down at me, he lifts his other hand to wrap it around my throat, the pad of his thumb pressing and stroking against the heavy drum of my pulse. Lowering himself over me, Went brushes his lips against mine in a soft, teasing kiss that nearly puts me on my knees before he says it again.
“Anything.”
He whispers it against my mouth, his meaning clear.
He’ll give me anything.
Anything I want.
As long as I’m brave enough to ask for it.
“Make me come.”
“ Thank fucking Christ,” he groans before shifting his grip on me. Hands fitted around my biceps, Went lifts me and turns, practically flinging me onto the bed behind him. Before I can blink, my legs are spread wide and he’s keeling between them. Hands hooked into the waistband of my jeans, he pauses, dark gaze nailed to mine, like he’s waiting for permission.
Staring up at him, the nerves I thought were buried start to jangle but I ignore them.
I don’t just want this.
I need this.
Nodding my head against the pillow, I’m rewarded by a deep throated groan while his hands start to move again, tearing my jeans open before jerking them down the length of my legs and throwing them aside. From one breath to the next, my shirt and bra are gone and I’m suddenly as naked as he is.
Nerves aren’t just jangling now. They’re screaming. Twisting my guts. I brace myself to accept his weight. The unceremonious invasion of Went shoving himself inside me while I lay here and wait for it to end—but that’s not what happens.
Still kneeling between my legs, Went doesn’t move. He just looks at me. Let’s his dark gaze roam over every inch of me. Let’s it linger on my stiff, aching nipples. Glide down the length of my torso. Across the soft curve of my belly before dipping lower to graze along the seam of my exposed pussy until my apprehension starts to fade again. Lifting his hands, Went grips the inside of my thighs before skimming his thumbs up the center of me, from the bottom of my cleft to its top, applying just enough pressure to pull a stuttering gasp up the length of my throat. “Well, whaddya know…” He flicks a look that can only be described as wicked at me through his lashes while he strokes the pad of his thumb along my aching, wet slit. “Your pussy is pretty and pink.”
“Went…” I squirm against the grip he has on me, nearly coming off the bed when he does it again, this time brushing the pad of his thumb against my clit.
“ Hmmm ….” He does it again, this time the thumb teasing my entrance pushing deeper while the other teases my clit with slow lazy circles that ha ve me instinctively lifting my hips off the bed, pressing myself into the grip of his hands.
“Are you—” I gasp again when his fingers dig into my hips and his thumb slips inside me just a little bit deeper. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting on you, Sunshine…” He drags the thumb he had buried inside me up the length of my swollen slit. “If you want me to make you come…” Pulling it from between my thighs, I can see how wet it is. So wet I feel my cheeks grow hot. Breath ragged in my lungs, I watch while he lifts it to his mouth and slips it inside, tongue swirling against the pad of it while he sucks it clean. When my taste hits his tongue, Went’s lids slip to half-mast over his dark gaze and his cock jerks, the head of it brushing against the inside of my thigh. Pulling his thumb free, Went traces the tip of his tongue along his lower lip like he’s chasing the taste of me. “You’re going to have to tell me how.”