And I’d come close enough to wondering if I’d be spending the next few years in jail, I had no interest in spending my near future in a cold, dirty cell.That fear had been enough to mend my ways.I considered giving up my apartment for however long I was to be residing in Porter’s apartment.It would save me nearly $1000 a month which would go along way toward savings. But the idea of not having it there when crap hit the fan with Porter was a bad idea.It occurred to me I was already back to calling him ‘Porter’ in my head. The familiarity of calling him ‘Kane’ felt a bit dangerous.Everything about him feels dangerous now.I sighed. Rounding mom’s door, I knocked lightly even though it was propped open and headed in. Coming to a dead stop there.What?“Hello Daughter.” Mother greeted. “I’ve met your friend here.”Porter was sitting in a chair near her bedside. His elbow propped on a thigh and his chin in his hand as he listened to her speaking until I’d arrived. Then his eyes had f
Those words were daunting.‘Give him a chance’. Mom said.To what? Help me?Is that what Kane wanted? I swallowed.“You’re so conflicted.” Mom stroked my cheek. “I can see the fear on you. But I’d chance that, that boy pined for you just as much as you did him when he went away.”“He asked me to write him.”“But you didn’t.” She said sadly. “You never had time for things like that.”“I never made time for things like that.” I corrected. “I got back together with Tommy.”Her nose crinkled at that name. “Never liked that one.”“But I did.”She snorted. “You liked that he was the football guy.”I nodded. “You’re probably right.”“Sounds like military brat didn’t fit the mold you had at the time.”“I suppose not.”“Does he now?”I loved her. But man, somedays I hated when she cut right down to the heart of things. “I don’t think I have a mold anymore. But if I did he’d probably surpass it. He’s too perfect.”“If he’s too perfect, it means he likes to control things. If he likes to control
Fair point.Why wouldn’t I just say it? I’d been asking myself that all day.When I took too long to answer, he glanced over from rubbing the fork with a green and yellow sponge. Giving me a sideways look. “Do you want steak?”“Yes, Sir…” I lifted my hands in surrender. Quickly grabbing a thick plastic spoon from the flowered ceramic vase of utensils I’d placed in the middle of his counter, simply to be annoying. I set it next to the stove as I bowed out of the room.He glared, watching my step comically.Laughing, I rounded and headed for one of the boxes of my things. I had to wander a minute before I realized I couldn’t find it.“Kane?”“Yes, Dear?” He said in an overly honeyed tone as if he knew what I was going to say.“Where are my clothes?” I called back from the living area.“I burned them.”“What?” I screeched. Brows flying to my hairline.“Yep.” He stepped from the kitchen to peer at me. “So you’d have to be naked all the time. Burning those too.”He eyed me head to toe poin
I gave a triumphant smirk. “Not as sneaky as you think you are.” “Oh, no?” He sauntered toward me in a little dance. Sliding his leg along the outside of mine as he began easing my skirt up with a warm palm. It was dizzying. Hypnotic how he could seem so cold and calculated at work then all smiles and play here. Making me laugh. I shook myself. “Your steaks are burning.” He clacked his wine glass to the counter and twisted to see. I bolted. He looked back, realizing the ploy. “Ah, c’mon!” He laughed in frustration. “That’s bullshit!” I laughingly ducked into the bedroom to change from my work clothes, knowing dinner was about done. I wiggled out of my skirt and suit jacket. Unraveling my nylons as I heard plates clattering and knew he was dishing us up. “If you’re hiding from me,” He called in a sing song voice. “you’re hiding in the wrong place…” I scampered out wearing an overly large
“You seem to make a lot of things happen.” He’s a force of nature. “I don’t wait for things I want.” He gave me a pointed look. “And once I’ve got them…” He stood from his chair and began rounding the bar as he aimed for me near the front door. I turned to follow his movement warily. Backing up in step with him, upon witnessing the intensity on his face. “I don’t let them go.” He shook his head methodically. “Not anymore.” “Kane…” “Angel.” His deep voice rumbled as he’d backed me into the door. He put one hand on my shoulder and flattened his body along mine. Sliding the other along the door so he was tilted sideways against my other shoulder. His legs and pelvis pinning me where I was. “You’re being, a bit…Intense.” “I’m always intense.” He dismissed. “My brothers have told me so.” “I’m not just going to fall into your bed.” I said. Swallowing as I breathed raggedly. “Good.” He whispere
I am not. I wasn’t afraid to admit I wanted him. At least that’s what I told myself. I hesitated. Opening my mouth to argue. Telling my feet that they should stop moving. Looking at him as if begging him not to make me, make this decision. But he was heartless. “You’re being cruel.” “No, cruel is what I’m going to be once I have you strapped to my bed.” “Kane…” I said warily. Giving him a wide-eyed stare. Feeling a bit unnerved by that statement. From the look in his eyes, he was not kidding. “This is never going to work.” I whispered. “Having sex with me?” “Whatever we’re doing…Whatever we are…” “Does it have to?” “I don’t know. I don’t really know what you’re looking for.” “You didn’t ask me back then, why you asking me now?” “Because I don’t know if you’re just playing the field, I’m-I’m not…” My eyes fell. But I suddenly felt the back of his bed again
He caught a plain wood chair he had a dress shirt hung over and dragged it to the edge of the bed. “How much do you think you can take?” “Of what?” “Answering my questions.” “What!” I shouted astounded. “Well, you conveniently wanted to play question and answer. Which is interesting because I was thinking just the same. All day.” “This isn’t fair.” He smiled. “Which makes it twice as fun. I can watch everything this little bit is doing to your sweet body.” He shook that small remote meaningfully. “Let’s test it, shall we.” He thumbed a little slide button, gliding it a bit upward. I felt the first jerking sensation of the vibrator bursting to life deep in my center. I gasped and my back arched like a hot rod had been stuck to my ass. My body remained in that position. Adjusting to the intensity of the tiny object lodged firmly in my channel. I pulled at my wrists, wanting to follow my instinctive need to fish it
“What’s that?” He turned his ear down to me. Wanting me to repeat what I’d just confessed. But the awful vulnerability of it was nearly overwhelming. Though that didn’t detract from the fact that he had that small vibrating toy so deep into the center of me that it only served to remind me of him and the way he moved. The way he feels. I was already envisioning him over me. Pressing that hard cock into me. Then shaking his hips in tiny tremors to create the same motion that was boreing through me. I was losing my mind. My pussy jerking with the desperate need to release. I swallowed hard. Don’t think about him doing me. But that was really easy to tell myself and much harder to actually do as my ass was bouncing off the bed as my entire body rocked with every vibrating pressure. “Ah, Kane, please!” “No. More.” He said coldly. “I think...I would have...” “Would’ve what?” “Fallen