This excerpt contains explicit language and graphic depictions of sexual acts that may be offensive to sensitive readers.
Chapter 1. Hold You Down
“Coming!" Michelle hollered at the front door as she approached it, drying her hands on a dishtowel she’d quickly grabbed on her way out of the kitchen. As she made her way down the short hallway, she wondered who could be ringing her doorbell, as she wasn’t expecting visitors. Her daughter, Beth, hadn’t mentioned that any friends might be coming over, and her son, Brandon, was out walking the dog. Vaguely surmising it could be due to the as-yet-unanswered sign for a tenant she’d posted on her lawn, she swung the door open. Illuminated by the porch light, the man standing before her was a stranger to her. While that was unusual enough in Rickford, the small town she lived within, what truly grabbed her interest was how attractive he was. He grinned good-naturedly at her before his vivid green eyes roved over her body, lingering slightly on her ample cleavage on their return journey to her face. She caught a quick glimpse of interest in his eyes, before he assumed a reserved and composed countenance. “Good evening, ma’am, my name is Kord Riordan. I was driving by and saw your rental sign and I was wondering if the apartment is still available.” Mesmerized by his striking eyes, she struggled to find her voice as she forced her gaze from his. Her eyes hungrily ran over him noting how tall, slim but nicely muscled he was, his pectorals and biceps visible under the fitted shirt he wore. His sandy-brown hair, closely cropped on the sides and back but much longer on top, was meticulously styled. A narrow aquiline nose and full lips completed a stunningly handsome face that ended in a strong square jaw. She found him extremely sexy and instantly pictured how many ways she would fuck him given the chance. Fighting to keep her mind on his question, she flung the damp dishtowel over her shoulder as she answered him. “Ah, yeah, yes, it is. Would you like to see it?” “Please, if it isn’t too inconvenient for you, and I hope I haven’t interrupted your dinner.” “No, we finished eating. It’s fine, really. Just wait one minute while I grab the keys.” After closing the door, she headed back to the kitchen, her heart beating quickly after her short interaction with Kord. Sex appeal seemed to ooze from his pores and she questioned allowing such a man to rent her basement apartment. She’d had enough trouble with men, wasn’t eager to encounter any more, and a man as stimulating as Kord could mean nothing but trouble. Yet she needed the money and no one had shown any interest in renting the apartment until now. As she entered the kitchen, she tossed the dishtowel on the counter and Beth looked up from the homework spread over the kitchen table before her. Beth’s large blue eyes, almost identical to Michelle's, watched her as she moved to get the keys. “Who was that?” “A man, uh Kord … something. He saw the sign for the apartment.” Beth cocked her head. “I thought you wanted to rent it to a woman.” “I did but nobody has even asked about it in three months. Besides, he’s gorgeous.” “You’re too much,” Beth replied with a smile and slight shake of her head. “Just don’t sleep with him, okay?” She feigned surprise. “Who? Me? Sleep with a gorgeous man? I would never.” “Oh my God, Mom!” Beth laughed. “Just make sure he pays his rent then.” “I’m joking. I’m not going to sleep with him. I don’t even know if I’ll rent the apartment to him, or if he’ll even want it. Although, it might be nice to have a man around, you know, in case …” “In case you get horny?” She laughed. “I was thinking more along the lines of to help with small repairs and the like.” “Sure,” came the response, accompanied by a raised eyebrow. “Enough of that,” she chuckled. “Just because you’re sixteen it doesn’t give you the right to imply I’m a slut, because I’m not.” “Not much of one, anyway.” Beth stuck her tongue out playfully. She shook her fist at Beth just as playfully, grabbed the keys from the key holder on the wall beside the kitchen door, and then hurried back to the front door. Closing it firmly behind her, she smiled warmly at Kord as her heart thumped once more at the sight of him. “Sorry about the wait. It’s a basement apartment with a separate entrance, actually it’s completely self-contained, there’s no access to the top of the house at all. It’s a little dark, I’ll tell you that right now, and I hope that isn’t an issue.” “No, actually it’s a selling point as far as I’m concerned. I work nights.” “Oh, um, I have two kids. I hope that won’t be a problem. I mean they’re not little anymore, they’re twelve and sixteen but …” “Maybe I should see it first, before discussing possible issues with it?” he asked with a grin. She felt her cheeks heat as her face reddened. “Of course. Sorry, that was stupid of me. Jumping the gun a bit, I guess, it’s just that nobody’s been interested in the apartment except for you. I guess I got a little ahead of myself.” Motioning for him to follow her, she then descended the steps and led him to the side of the house and the entrance to the basement apartment. Noting how dark it was out, she hoped Brandon wouldn’t be much longer. It was autumn now, nights descended earlier, and she thought she should caution him about being out in the dark, whether or not Jaxon, his faithful canine companion, accompanied him. She unlocked the door, held it open for Kord, flicked on the light, and then trotted down the stairs with him following her closely. Her pulse quickened again as the scent of his cologne reached her nostrils. He smelled as delicious as he looked and she concentrated on anything but thoughts of him ravaging her in bed. At the bottom of the stairs, she unlocked the door leading into the apartment itself and then switched the light on. “Like the sign said, it’s furnished,” she reminded him. It was a large open concept area with sofa, end tables, and coffee table with a small but fully equipped kitchen, and she watched him nod approvingly. Moving to the bedroom, she flicked on the light so he could see. Again, sparsely furnished, the room featured a bed, nightstand, and a dresser. After she presented the bathroom and large storage room, he seemed to like what he’d seen. “It’s larger than I would’ve thought. Would it be an issue if I darkened the windows? It’s difficult to sleep during the day.” “You mean like actually painting them black or something?” she asked with a thoughtful frown. “Or hanging blackout curtains?” “I was thinking about peel-and-stick window coverings, my expense, and easily removable when I move out, and then the curtains.” “Wow, you really don’t want any light coming in the windows, do you?” “As I said, it’s difficult to sleep during the day.” “Sure then, that would be fine, about the windows, I mean. So, do you like the place?” “Yes, very much. Your sign said it was available immediately. If you approve, I’d like to take possession of it right away. I have the first and last month’s rent.” “Yeah, that would be great. I’d love to get it rented as soon as possible. So, if you can bring by the first month’s rent to secure the apartment and then have the last month’s rent when you move in, that’ll work perfectly.” When he grinned again, she found it odd as he’d grinned several times but hadn’t fully smiled. He barely opened his mouth much to speak either although he didn’t mumble. She would’ve thought he was hiding hideous teeth but she’d been watching his mouth the last time he spoke and the few teeth she’d seen had been straight and white. Thinking perhaps he was merely shy, though he hadn’t given any indication of that either, she prepared to listen to the arrangements he’d decided on. “You misunderstood me, ma’am. I’d like to take immediate possession of the apartment. I have the money with me.” Her brow furrowed at the oddness of that and he tilted his head slightly. “Did you need to discuss the matter with your husband first?” “No, I don’t have one. No, excuse me, sorry, I was just a little taken aback. I didn’t expect you to have the money right away, that’s all. Yeah, that’s fine. You’d like to move in right away, that’s good. Really.” Grinning warmly at her fumbling speech and obvious discomfort around him, he took a step closer to her. “Unless you’re uncomfortable about having a man rent your basement. I’d understand if you were, but I assure you I mean you no harm, or any trouble. You’ll hardly know I’m here.” She smiled nervously. “No, I didn’t mean to suggest I didn’t want you in my basement. I really am just shocked at the suddenness of it, that’s all. I was starting to get worried that I wouldn’t be able to rent it out at all. This is a small town as I’m sure you’ve noticed and not a lot of people are looking for a place to live here.” When he extracted a wad of bills from his pocket and handed them to her, she nodded to him in thanks as she took the money. “I’m sure I owe you some of this back, it’s the fourth already.” “No, keep it, please. I’m just happy to find a place to live. I’ve been staying at that motel on the edge of town and quite eager to get out of it.” “The Vista? Oh, yuck!” She scrunched up her face a little in disdain. “Indeed,” he concurred with yet another grin. “It’s strangely named, as well, considering it’s on the side of the highway with no view whatsoever.” “Well, it’s good you’re getting out of there. I mean, I’ve never been there but that place has quite the reputation around town.” “I’ll bet it does, and it’s truly warranted. However, this house is in a lovely neighbourhood and I shall feel honoured to be able to call this apartment my home.” Finding his choice of words oddly formal, she extended her hand and he took it in his. Roughly calloused, his hand was cold to the touch. It was balmy outside and quite warm in the basement and, when she frowned slightly at the temperature of his hand, he nodded. “I fear my hands are always cold. I apologize, ma’am.” “There’s no need to apologize. My mother had a saying she was fond of, ‘cold hands, warm heart.’ And please, call me Michelle.” “Thank you, Michelle.” He looked about the room approvingly again and then turned back to her. “I’ll get my possessions from the car now. Thank you once more. I’m sure I’ll be quite happy here.” As she led him back out and they rounded the house together, she smiled to Brandon who’d just arrived with Jaxon. He walked the dog every day in the morning before school, after school, and after dinner. It had been her stipulation when he’d begged her for a dog. Two years later, he still faithfully walked Jaxon and she was proud of him as he’d never complained and never tried to weasel out of his responsibility. He was a mature and responsible boy for his age and she was both surprised and delighted by it. She’d been a wild and rebellious teenager and was often surprised at how well behaved both her children were. Beth, too, was responsible and seemed wise beyond her years. If only Michelle had possessed such maturity and self-control when she was younger, her life may have turned out differently, although she never dwelled on such thoughts. Yes, she’d partied too much as a teen and had become pregnant with Beth at the tender age of sixteen, but she wouldn’t turn back the clock for anything. Her children were her world and she wouldn’t change a thing that had occurred in her life as everything had led to where she was now, a happy mom of two great kids. Regardless of birthing them quite young, having children had never been a mistake in her eyes. Even in the dim light, she could see how Brandon eyed Kord curiously and she waved him over. As he crossed the lawn with the dog, Jaxon began to growl, low and deep in his throat, and she looked to the dog in confusion. He was a large and friendly Labradoodle that loved everyone, and she’d never heard him growl at a stranger before. Kord narrowed his eyes at the dog and then held his hand out. After releasing a soft whine, Jaxon approached Kord and then sat looking up at him, his ears held flat against his head, his eyes wide. She thought Jaxon’s reaction strange as he normally bounced around the legs of people, but dismissed it and placed a hand on Kord’s forearm as she looked to him. “Kord, this is my son, Brandon.” Her brow knitted at the guarded look upon Brandon’s face before she addressed him, “Brandon, this is Kord, our new tenant. He just rented the basement apartment.” Kord held his hand out and Brandon shook it. She found Brandon extremely quiet but figured he could be a little out of sorts at the suddenness of finding out they had a new tenant. Aware she still held the wad of cash in her hand, she rammed it in a front pocket of her jeans, and then separated a set of keys for Kord from the ring. After handing them to Kord, she smiled at his thankful nod. “Well, we’re going in for the night. Please let me know if you need anything.” Bowing slightly, he grinned at her again. “Once more I thank you, and goodnight Michelle. It was a pleasure making your acquaintance, as it was yours, young Master Brandon.” She chuckled softly at Kord’s address of Brandon, finding it adorable. Brandon however rolled his eyes, stomped away, and then quickly ascended the porch steps, Jaxon following him closely. “Brandon!” she chastised. “You’re being rude!” He ignored her, entered the house, and slammed the door behind him, causing her to look to Kord in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” she said, “he’s not usually rude.” He raised his hand slightly. “Please, no apologies are needed. Children can be quite moody. I assure you I’m not offended.” “Good. Well, goodnight, Kord.” “Goodnight, Michelle.” As he moved away to go to his car, she returned to the house. After closing the front door behind her, she spotted Beth looking out the front window, watching Kord walk down the driveway. When she raised an eyebrow, Beth smirked. “Okay, you’re right, he’s hot, you know, for an older guy. Brandon said he was creepy so I came to look.” “Creepy? Why would he think that?” “Who knows? He’s weird sometimes.” Beth went back into the kitchen, Michelle on her heels, neither acknowledging how Jaxon remained at the window, staring at Kord and growling menacingly.
A few days passed and Michelle hadn’t had any further contact with Kord. She’d heard him leave the apartment after dark and assumed he returned sometime before she awakened every morning. It was Friday night and she thought she should check on him and ensure that he’d settled into the apartment and that all was well with him. Well, actually, she just wanted to see him again, but thought asking those questions would be a good excuse to speak with him again. Assuming his night shift would probably be from Sunday night through Thursday night and he’d most likely be off tonight, she’d decided to invite him to dinner, already having cooked a fancier dinner than the usual workweek fare. She wanted to appear a little sexier than she had the night he’d rented the apartment, recalling how his first sight of her was of her hair in a ponytail and dressed in jeans and a short-sleeved blouse. Tonight she’d put on a dress and heels and taken the time to style her hair. Her makeup was lightly applied, just some eyeliner and mascara to accentuate her dark blue eyes and a coating of lip-gloss. She didn’t want to give the appearance of having done too much for his sake, not at this point at least. Satisfied with her grooming, she descended the stairs and knocked on his door. Kord answered quickly, wearing only a pair of faded blue jeans. She couldn’t help her eyes from wandering over his exposed shoulders and chest, taking in his defined muscles and the smoothness of his skin. It appeared flawless, save a small mole on his lower abdomen near his hip, and she wondered how his taut skin would feel under her fingers and lips. Her face flushed immediately and she struggled to raise her eyes to meet his. “Um … I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you. I was just wondering if you’d settled in all right and if you needed anything.” “You asked me to inform you if I needed anything,” he replied with a slight but questioning tilt of his head. She stepped back from the door at his curt tone. “I shouldn’t have bothered you, I’m sorry.” Immediately, he flashed his charming grin. “There’s no need of an apology. And, Michelle, you look lovely this evening.” “Thanks,” she replied and then smiled nervously, thrown off by his sudden change in demeanour and now uncertain of herself. “I … uh … I was just wondering if … I mean if you haven’t eaten yet … maybe you would like to join the kids and me for dinner? If you would like to, that is.” A grin met her stammering. “I usually eat early. Sorry, if I’d known, I would have waited, but I would love to join you. I have a bottle of wine I could bring.” “Oh,” she said slowly and then winced a little. “I don’t allow alcohol in my house. The kids … well, their father had a problem and …” He held his hands up. “No need to explain. I’m sorry, I’ll get rid of it immediately.” “No, no, no. I didn’t mean in your apartment. This is your place, you can do what you want here. I just meant in my house.” “Okay, do you drink alcohol?” “Yes.” “Then perhaps we could share the bottle later, when the children are asleep.” Feeling her cheeks flushing again, her heart raced at the ardent look in his eye and she blinked a few times before clearing her throat. “Uh …” “I’m being presumptuous, aren’t I? I apologize.” “No, don’t be sorry, I’d like that.” “Great. Then I’ll leave it here until you’re ready. I’d still like to join you and your family for dinner, if you don’t mind. It would give us all a chance to become better acquainted.” “That’s very kind of you. Dinner is ready, so anytime you want to, come up. The door’s unlocked so just come straight into the dining room.” “I shall,” he assured her. Michelle had just placed the last dish on the table when she heard the front door open and close. “In here, Kord,” she called out to him. He entered the room and she smiled. Wearing a black shirt now, in addition to the jeans, it, like the shirt he wore the day he rented the apartment, clung to his muscles, defining them nicely under the material. After allowing her eyes to run appreciatively over his body, she motioned to the table. “Please have a seat.” He did and she sat beside him. Beth and Brandon entered the room and she introduced Beth to Kord. She couldn’t help but notice how Brandon eyed Kord suspiciously throughout the meal but she and Beth were enamoured with him. Incredibly charming, he told them funny stories and the three laughed uproariously although Brandon never joined in. Glancing at Brandon often, confused by his apparent dislike of Kord, she couldn’t comprehend her son’s reaction. After dinner, Kord insisted on washing the dishes even though he didn’t eat and she rinsed them while Beth dried them. After walking Jaxon, Brandon had excused himself to his room, and Beth asked if she could go to her friend Mia’s house. When Beth left, Michelle turned to Kord. More comfortably in his presence now, after spending some time with him and the kids, she affixed him with a suggestive smile. “So, how about that wine you offered?” A few moments later, Kord handed Michelle a glass of wine as she sat on the sofa in the basement apartment. He sat closely beside her with his own glass and grinned seductively at her. She sipped from her glass and he tilted his head slightly at her. “How long have you been on your own with your children?” Pausing before answering, she wondered how much she should confide to him. He seemed to be genuinely interested in her but she’d made many questionable calls when it came to the men in her past. She searched his intense green eyes for some indication that he was being less than genuine in his motives. Although she didn’t intend to embark on a relationship with him, even a casual sex arrangement could prove detrimental to her if she chose the wrong man. Seeing nothing but interest and lust in his eyes though, she decided to answer honestly. “My ex has been in jail for the past eight years. He was convicted of vehicular manslaughter. He was driving drunk as usual and caused a fatal accident.” “It must have been difficult for you to be a single parent suddenly, especially with such young children, and you were undoubtedly very young when you had them.” “Yeah, I was. I had Beth when I was sixteen and Brandon when I was twenty, but Jarod and I had already parted ways before he went to jail. I left him when I was pregnant with Brandon.” When he furrowed his brow in response, she found it to be an extremely enticing gesture. He’d also pursed his lips a little and she wondered, for at least the tenth time, how those lips would feel against her skin. “You’ve been on your own with your children for twelve years?” “Yes. Well, there’ve been a few men in those years but nothing serious.” “I find it hard to believe some man hasn’t swept you off your feet in all that time. You’re beautiful and intelligent. You’re obviously self-sufficient and possess great strength of character. It seems inconceivable that you’re still single.” Liking his assessment of her, but somewhat uncomfortable with it, considering they barely knew one another, she shrugged stiffly. “I guess I just haven’t met the right guy yet. It’s hard, too, to find someone in such a small town.” “I can imagine. Why live here then? Have you always lived here?” “No. We moved here only last year. My parents relocated here when they retired. They wanted a small and quiet community to live in. My dad died five years ago and my mom last year. The house was willed to me and I decided to live here instead of selling the house.” “I’m sorry for your loss. You’re quite young to not have parents any longer, but you said your parents were already retired?” “I was a menopause baby. A big surprise considering they were never able to conceive a child before.” “A very happy surprise I would imagine.” “I guess so,” she replied with a shrug. He furrowed his brow again, placed his wineglass on the table, and then shifted his body to face her fully. She followed suit with her body positioning but held fast to her glass and took another quite anxious sip from it. “Do I make you nervous?” he inquired. “A little, yes, you do.” “And why would that be?” “I don’t know. I guess I’m a little uneasy relating all this information to you when I don’t know anything about you.” “Ah, yes. Well, what would you like to know?” “Where do you work?” “At the chemical factory in Carlisle,” he replied readily, “I’m a night security guard. It’s not very glamorous but it does pay the rent.” He flashed another one of his sexy grins and she felt her pulse race again. She loved listening to him speak, his voice, low but not deep, seemed to resonate within her as he spoke. Maintaining eye contact with her, he laid his arm on the back of the sofa and his fingers lightly brushed her shoulder. She thought it was a test to see how receptive she was to his touch. Wanting it to continue, she smiled at him and he began to stroke her shoulder more purposefully. “What do you do for a living?” he asked. “I don’t have a glamorous job either. I’m a waitress at the diner, Tom’s, downtown.” “Downtown,” he repeated and then chuckled softly. “You mean the conjunction of the only two large roads in town.” “Yeah, Rickford really is small.” “I actually like it. It’s quiet and people keep to themselves. I’ve never liked big cities.” She cocked her head. “But you’ve lived in one before, haven’t you? It’s quite evident in your bearing.” “Is it? Yes, I have, a long time ago.” “It can’t be that long ago. How old are you, anyway, mid-thirties?” “Thirty-seven.” She chuckled now. “So then what is a long time ago? In your twenties?” He didn’t respond and instead trailed his hand down her bare arm, raising gooseflesh on her as he did. His touch was gentle in spite of his rough hands, soothing even, and he continued to stare at her intently. “You have beautiful eyes,” he said softly, “they’re almost cobalt. It’s quite a fetching colour, really.” She found his diction strange once more, it sounded very old-fashioned, but she didn’t comment on it. Focused on the lust that he stirred in her, she was getting wet and she shifted uncomfortably. He raised an eyebrow, leaned forward to take her wineglass from her hands, placed it on the coffee table beside his abandoned glass, then took both her hands in his and once more stared into her eyes. Again she was struck by how cold his hands were but they seemed to warm as they enveloped hers. “I find you very attractive, Michelle. I would love to kiss you now, but I fear straining our relationship as landlady and tenant.” As her heart hammered, she smiled lewdly. “I’m not looking for a relationship,” she informed him. He smiled at that, exposing long upper canines and she comprehended his unwillingness to smile, as his teeth were odd, almost like fangs. Undoubtedly realizing she’d seen his teeth, he closed his lips and squeezed her hands gently. “Neither am I. However, I would love to explore every inch of your body.” Unable to ignore the throbbing pull between her legs, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sleep with him. When she unleased her best coy look upon him, he gently pulled her hand toward him to place it in his lap and she could feel his hardness through his jeans. “That’s what you’ve already done to me,” he informed her. Closing her hand over him, amazed at how thick his cock felt, she gently stroked him. Leaning forward, he kissed her, his lips hard against hers, and a small moan escaped her. She parted her lips and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, moving it in slow circles, as if exploring it. Her lips mashed against his strange elongated teeth but she found she liked the feeling. It was strangely different from any other man she’d ever kissed. His lips alit upon her neck, kissing her at first and then lightly teasing her flesh with his teeth. Arching her neck, she revelled in the feel of his teeth upon her skin, her panties wet, loving everything he did to her. He was gentle and forceful at the same time and she responded to every tiny movement he made. Enfolding a breast in his large hand, he ran his thumb over her erect nipple, and even through her dress and bra, his touch was so stimulating that she bit her lip to refrain from moaning loudly. He certainly knew how to touch a woman and the thought of what else he could do to her skyrocketed her arousal. As his lips returned to hers, he slipped his hand under her bra to feel her breast, his rough fingertips sending shivers through her when they brushed her soft skin. She groaned against his lips as her fingers began to work to undo his belt. While his tongue probed her mouth again, she slid his zipper down and slipped her hand into his jeans to encircle his erection, stroking him as best as she could in the tight confines of his pants. His cock wasn’t long but so thick she couldn’t close her hand around it and her pussy ached at the thought of it slipping into her and stretching her. Yanking his jeans down over his hips, he released his erection and her hand. Now unrestricted, she stroked him more vigorously and he grunted lightly against her lips as his hands returned to her body. Firmly grasping her hips, he dug his fingertips in, and then lifted her as he shifted his body to sit with his back straight, his legs over the edge. As he placed her on his lap, she reluctantly let go of his cock to put her hands on his shoulders, and then rocked against his prominent erection, only the thin fabric of her already-soaked panties separating them. “You’re so wet,” he groaned. She circled her hips, grinding against him, and his fingertips dug deeper into her hips as he kissed her roughly. Sucking on his tongue, she rotated her hips again and he bucked up under her, his cock rubbing her enticingly. Shuddering with the sensation, she ground herself against him harder, desperate to have him inside her. Sliding out from beneath her, he was on his feet before she could try to keep him in place, her body tingling and her pussy throbbing at the sudden abandonment. Grinning lasciviously, he extended his hand to her and, when she took it, he pulled her to her feet and yanked her forward. Her body crashed into his and he roughly grabbed her ass, pressing her tightly against his swollen cock. Circling his hips as he kissed her deeply, she grasped his shoulders tightly. Wantonly out-of-control, she wanted him so badly she felt as if electricity coursed through her, and she could barely stand on her feet. The feeling of his stiff cock pushing against her was too overwhelming and she pulled his tongue into her mouth to suck it hard. Groaning, he grasped her ass roughly, as if attempting to pull her closer to his body although that was impossible. He ground against her again and then stepped back to push his jeans down to his knees and quickly step out of them. Her entire body protested at being away from his erection again but then he gripped her hips tightly, and lifted her to press against him, his hardness under her ass. As she wrapped her legs and arms around him, his hands slid to her ass as he slowly walked to the bedroom, kissing and nipping at her neck the entire time. She felt the dizzying effects of her wantonness again and desperately wanted him inside her. After gently sitting her on the bed, he pulled her dress up and over her head in one swift movement, and then deftly removed her bra. He paused just long enough to remove his shirt before his hands were upon her again, gently pulling her into the center of his bed where he pushed her down unto her back. Positioning himself over her, his lips were upon hers, his tongue forcefully exploring her mouth once more, while she raked her fingers through his thick hair. Rearing back, he engaged her eyes, as if ensuring she wanted him to continue. Smiling at him, she found his hesitation sweet considering the position they were already in. He grinned at her quickly before lowering his head to her breast. Sucking air through her teeth quickly as she felt him tongue her nipple, it hardened even more before he sucked on it. She arched her back as he excited her expertly and set every nerve ending in her body tingling almost violently. Licking and sucking her nipple another moment, he wet her skin before his lips found her other breast. His tongue teased her nipple as his fingers found the abandoned one and he rolled and tweaked it. As his mouth and fingers worked in unison, she felt as if two mouths were upon her at once, and she bucked under him, her legs encircling his waist as she lifted her pelvis to grind against his cock. He sucked harder on her nipple and she moaned loudly, feeling his cock twitch against her, knowing he was as stimulated as she was, causing her to circle her hips against him. Ghosting his lips to the space between her breasts, his hand replaced his mouth on her breast. Kissing, licking, he slowly worked his way downwards, teasing her skin as his hands continued to stimulate her breasts, arousing her so much she was certain she couldn’t take much more of this. Squirming beneath him, she pushed his shoulders, attempting to turn his body as she shifted to move hers, intent on straddling him. Instantly, his fingers strongly encircled her wrists and he lifted her hands over her head to pin them against the bed. The movement excited her so much she ground violently against him. As her eyes met his, she knew he could see the raw need in them. His grin was sly now and she bucked against him forcefully. “Please, stop teasing, I want you inside me.” He gently kissed her forehead and then met her eyes again, his steady but the undeniable want he felt for her gleamed brightly. “Shh…” he whispered and her pussy pulsed almost painfully. She could hardly believe how horny she was and her pleading eyes bore into his. “Patience,” he said softly, his voice raspy. Having no patience, she fidgeted under him and tried to pull her arms from his tight grasp as she shook her head. “I can’t wait.” Holding her wrists tightly he slid them to pin them at her sides, allowing him more room to move, and then lowered his mouth to her belly. Held down by his body, his chest and shoulders pressing her legs in place, denying her the opportunity to rub again him, her pussy pulsated. His tongue swirled over her impassioned skin, his teeth rubbing against the moistened flesh and she moaned loudly as she imagined his mouth repeating those movements lower. “Kord… please,” she begged him. When his movements slowed, she realized he was punishing her for her lack of patience. She tried to pull her arms free, angered by his reaction even as she throbbed greedily with the knowledge he was punishing her. He held her fast and she stopped struggling for she didn’t truly want him to let go of her wrists, she was too stimulated for that. Closing her eyes, she surrendered to him utterly. His tongue circled her belly button, moving achingly slowly, then licked and teased her lower belly, his tongue occasionally slipping under the waistband of her panties. She gasped at his promise of things to come and felt her pussy give an almighty throb, her head swimming. She wanted to grab him and force him to enter her, overwhelmed by her desire to feel him inside her, but the feel of his tongue moving on her skin so slowly was equally enticing. Torn between the two extremes she groaned and writhed beneath his slow but purposeful movements. Releasing her wrists, his hands grasped the waistband of her panties. “Don’t move,” he ordered and she stayed still, watching him. He swiftly pulled her panties down her legs, lifted her legs with arm as he removed and dropped them, and then met her eyes again, his fiery, his need evident. Roving over his still very prominent erection, her eyes then roamed up his body, over his thin waist and flat belly, to his slim but tightly muscled chest and the small patch of sandy hair there. She took in his strong shoulders and arms, the muscles and veins standing out prominently against his skin. His hands were large and powerful looking, his fingers thick. Her eyes skipped back to his face and the hungry look upon it. “Take me,” she pleaded. “I will,” he responded, his voice low and gravelly, “my way.” Grasping her wrists tightly, he pushed them against her knees to force her legs wide apart as he pinned her once more. Opened up to him, held so tightly so couldn’t move, she gasped as his tongue flicked over her clitoris. Shuddering, she tried to buck, the sensation of his tongue on her inflamed skin overpowering all sense of reason. She should demand he let go of her, she barely knew him and he was restraining her, but her treacherous clit ached with her desire. Being held down excited her tremendously and she knew she wouldn’t make him stop. She only wished she knew how to make him move faster as his languid movements were driving her insane. His tongue lapped at her, exploring her lips with small licks, moving up and down and around her, ignoring her clit now. Closing her eyes again, his tongue slowly and achingly brought her closer to her release. She felt it building as she savoured every tiny movement of his tongue, how it explored each centimeter of her, occasionally dipping into her, causing her to gasp loudly before he returned to gently licking her. Her passion escalating, she tried to arch her back but he pinned too tightly for her to do so. “Ah … Kord … I’m going to come,” she panted. Pulling back, still holding her strongly, he blew a soothing breath of cool air on her inflamed skin and she felt herself pulsing. She was achingly close to an orgasm and he was denying her. “Fuck,” she rasped, “I’m so close.” Ignoring her words, he blew another cool breath on her, and she thought he was waiting for her to calm. She tried to circle her hips, to buck them, to connect her pelvis with him, but he continued to hold her tightly as he waited. Close to tears, her need to orgasm so intense it was painful, she groaned loudly but he wouldn’t allow her release. “Please,” she begged. She tried to make eye contact with him but he focused on her pussy, undoubtedly watching it for signs of her calming down. Knowing he was studying her so closely turned her on even more and she felt herself contract again and pulled against his strong hold but to no avail. Realizing he was in complete control and that she would only find release on his terms, she took in a deep, steadying breath and concentrating on calming her body. It worked, her breathing slowed and, a moment later, she felt her muscles relaxing. The aching in her loins ceased and she stilled her body enough to assure him she was ready for him again. Working her slowly once more, his tongue explored her, delved into her and then flicked lightly over her clit. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, she concentrated on keeping calm. Seemingly pleased with her control, he worked her harder, his tongue more forceful as he drove it into her, making her writhe. He then concentrated his efforts on her clitoris and she bit her bottom lip to resist moaning aloud, not wanting him to know how close she was to her release again. She wanted to experience it without his knowledge, without his consent. Her deceit was short-lived. He withdrew from her again and, her frustration mounting, she clenched her teeth tightly as she released an exasperated grunt. “Stop it!” she snapped. Another of his sly grins answered her anger. “Then behave,” he said simply. Squirming, she tried to buck him off her. She’d had enough of his frustrating game. At this point, if he wasn’t going to fuck her then she was going to leave, but he maintained his tight hold and watched her angry movements. “Get the fuck off of me!” she spat. He grinned again and it infuriated her. “Now!” she growled. “You know you don’t want me to,” he returned simply. His arrogance pissed her off. She struggled beneath him, harder this time, but his grip was vice-like, and the strength of it enraged her further. When she met his eyes again, hers issuing a warning, she read the look in his eye, and shook her head angrily. “Don’t you fucking dare!” she warned. Grinning, he dipped his head and his tongue was upon her again. “Stop it!” she shrieked. Although she knew she didn’t truly want him to stop, she also didn’t want him to tease her any further. She’d had enough, and his game wasn’t funny. However, as his tongue touched her clit again, she realized the truth he knew too. She liked his game and she wanted it to continue. Her eyes met his as he pulled back from her once more. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded. Panting with her desire again, she wanted to play along. He excited her as no man ever had and she wanted him, his body, his tongue, and his games. She wanted it all and she wanted it now. “Lick me,” she purred breathlessly, “lick me until I come.” She gasped loudly when his mouth fell upon her again for he wasn’t teasing now. Moving purposefully and quickly, his tongue flicked over her swollen clit before taking the tiny bud of flesh between his teeth and sucking it hard, causing her to throw her head back. “Oh my God, yes!” He let go of her wrists and she shook her head wildly. “No, don’t. Hold me down.” When he didn’t move, her eyes flicked to his face to find him staring at her, as if in disbelief of her words. Then he smiled broadly, exposing his strange teeth, before grasping the backs of her knees firmly in his hands to bring them together and then pushed them against her chest. Placing a forearm against them to hold her tightly in place, he dipped his head again. He lapped at her as he dipped a thick finger into her hot wetness, and she moaned loudly as her now free hands grabbed fistfuls of the coverlet on the bed. “Oh, oh, oh,” she muttered. Sucking her clitoris through his teeth again, he pushed a second finger into her, and, her desire rising high once more, she bit her bottom lip again, fearing he would stop if he knew. Continuing to pump his fingers, he stopped licking just long enough to say three simple words that drove her wild. “Scream for me,” he commanded, then sucked hard on her clitoris as his fingers drove into her feverishly. She groaned noisily as she twisted the coverlet in her clenched fists. As he pushed down hard on her clit with the tip of his tongue, a third finger joined the first two and he rotated his hand as he drove the fingers into her. Her orgasm exploded fiercely, causing her to scream piercingly and throw her head back hard against the bed. “Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Forcefully ramming his fingers into her, she felt his lips at the junction of her pelvis and thigh, then a slight burning sensation before he sucked at the tender skin. The sucking sensation caused another climax to crash down on her as his fingers slid in and out of her, his hand twisting back and forth, his knuckles sensually brushing her delicate tissue. “Fuck! Yes!” she screamed. Licking at her skin, he withdrew his fingers from her, then spread her legs once more but allowed her heels to come down on the mattress. As he lightly blew calming cool air on her still-clenching pussy, he firmly kneaded her stiff thigh muscles. Lying still, collecting her thoughts, her breathing slowing, she was amazed he knew her muscles would be sore and astounded he massaged them. He blew one more cool breath on her and then lifted his head to meet her eyes as he stood up, his feet firmly on the floor, standing tall before the bed. Clearly seeing the satisfaction in his eyes, she merely stared at him. He looked quite pleased with himself and she knew she should be angry at his cocky attitude but the truth was it turned her on. Knowing he’d completed dominated her aroused her mightily and her eyes darted down to his hardness. When she met his eyes again, he had an unmistakable smirk on his face. “Your turn,” he said simply. Although she’d never enjoyed fellating men, she quickly scrambled to her hands and knees to draw closer to him. Sitting, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed on either side of him, she scooted closer still, and then slid a hand between his legs and gently massaged his testicles. They felt cool to the touch but she didn’t take note. She did however notice how cool the skin of his cock felt as she wrapped her hand around his erection, amazed when her middle finger and thumb were at least two inches apart from meeting, so thick was he. She looked up to him questioningly, and he shrugged. “Poor circulation, I suppose. It’ll warm up under your touch.” Enveloping the head of his cock within her mouth, she marvelled at how just that small amount of him filled her mouth. True to his words, his cock immediately warmed in her mouth and under her hand, and she sucked firmly on the head as she stroked him. Her hand felt dry against his skin and she worried she would hurt him. Releasing the head, she ran her lips up and down his length, moving all around him, wetting him as she did so. Her hand now moving freely, she took his head in her mouth again and once more sucked hard on it. He gathered up her long hair in his hands and watched her head bob up and down. When he began slowly bucking his hips, she grasped his cock tighter before he could force more of it into her mouth. She knew it wouldn’t fit and she didn’t want to gag, not wanting anything to ruin the mood. Concentrating on sucking him, she felt him grow even larger under her touch and worried the girth of him might hurt her. She wasn’t worried enough to stop him though when he suddenly pulled his dick back from her to push her back gently. “Lie down,” he demanded. She did, pushing back on her elbows to pull her body back into the center of the bed, her head against the pillow, breathing deeply in anticipation of him entering her. Opening the nightstand drawer, he extracted a condom from a box within it, covered himself, and then joined her on the bed, positioning his body over her as she bent her knees and spread her legs for him. Regarded her face, he tilted his head. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly. Once again, his ability to read her amazed her. He seemed to know what she wanted and now seemed to know what she was thinking. “It’s nothing, don’t worry,” she assured him. Holding his position, supporting his body weight on his bent elbows, his hands splayed on the bed on either side of her head, his body inches above hers, he stared at her a moment and she squirmed a little under his intense gaze. “It’s nothing,” she repeated. Wordlessly, he moved to lie beside her, and she shifted to face him as he placed a hand on her cheek. “Please don’t lie to me, Michelle. You’re worried I’ll hurt you. I assure you I won’t.” “How did you…?” Flustered, she was unable to finish her question, having no idea how he could read her so well. She certainly couldn’t read him, she barely knew him. He flipped onto his back and then helped her position herself to straddle him, his erection pressed firmly against his belly and sandwiched between them, then nodded to her. “You’re in control now, of how deep you want me to go, how fast or how slow.” Smiling at his thoughtfulness, and understanding, she felt he was treating her as if she were inexperienced and wondered how many partners he may have had and if that was the reason he seemed to so easily read her. Dismissing the thought as something that didn’t matter, she placed a hand on his shoulder for balance as she leaned forward and reached under her to guide him into her. She sank down on the head of his cock, feeling her lips spread for him. Moaning, she circled her hips, delighting in the feel of her pussy tightly grasping him. It felt wonderful and he groaned slightly, obviously agreeing with her. She half-expected him to grasp her hips and yank her forcefully down upon him as he thrust up into her, just as her ex would have done, but he remained motionless and watched her, waiting for her to move. Shelving her disbelief at his thoughtfulness once more, she figured she could think about that later because right now she wanted him, all of him, inside her. She pushed down slowly, forcing him into her bit by bit, moaning as she did. Her flesh stretched for him and she grunted at the tightness, never before feeling so filled by a cock and loving it. He seemed to stretch her to her limits but it didn’t hurt, as she feared it would. It felt incredible, so much so that she stopped moving, worried she’d come again at the mere feel of him slipping into her, and he grasped her hips. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She shook her head and then smiled sweetly at him. “No, it just feels so, so good. I had to stop so I didn’t come again.” He flashed a genuine smile once more, exposing his odd teeth but she found she didn’t care. “So come again,” he said as he shrugged. “We have the night. Come as many times as you please.” Her pussy throbbing at his words, she lowered herself quickly, instantly engulfing the full length of him, her pelvis bumping against his and, grunting at the full feeling of him inside her, she circled her hips. His cock twitched within her and she rotated her hips again as she dug her fingertips into his shoulders. “Oh my… fuck! That feels so good!” She circled her hips again and shuddered. When she met his eyes, he raised an eyebrow. She moaned and ground against him hard as she circled her hips again, feeling her clit push against his cock, grasping his shoulders tighter. “Oh, fuck yeah!” Rocking back and forth, smashing her clit between his cock and pelvis, she moaned loudly. Watching her use his body to please herself, he smiled at her again. She stopped as she realized her movements were probably doing little to please him physically, but he shook his head slightly at her. “Don’t stop. Make yourself come. I want to watch.” Then, locking his elbows, he offered her his hands. It was all the invitation she needed. His words turned her on as did his want to watch her. She should feel uncomfortable or intimidated by his request but she wasn’t, and found she actually wanted to perform for him. After lacing her fingers through his, she gripped his hands tightly and began to rock once more, mashing her clit against him. Moving faster, the friction spurring her on, exciting her as she wouldn’t have believed possible, she knew she wouldn’t last long with the intense pressure against her clit and ground herself against him harder. She rocked quickly now, moaning loudly, her breath coming in quick puffs. Squeezing his hands hard as another orgasm crashed down upon her, she cried out loudly. He held her hands tightly as she bucked against him, squirming, rolling her hips, prolonging her pleasure and trying to drive more of him into her. Her breath came in hitches as her orgasm continued. Just when she thought she finished, she rolled her hips, set herself off once more, and squeezed his hands harder as she ground against, crying out. Unable to take any more, her entire body vibrated with her multiple orgasms and, as she twitched with intense aftershocks, she let go of his hands to lie upon his chest. As his arms encircled her and he gently stroked her back, she rubbed her head against his chest, her muscles still contracting tightly around him. He held her until she quieted and only then did he move. Still hard, he held her tightly against his body as he moved them both until she was lying on her back with him atop her. “That was so hot,” he informed her and then kissed her hard. She responded immediately, sucking hard on his tongue and she felt his cock throb inside her. Rearing his head back to look into her eyes, he gently pulled back and then pushed into her, withdrew almost all the way, and then surged forward again. He kept the slow rhythm up until she began to move with him, once more excited by him, wrapping her legs tightly around him as her hands grabbed his ass. “Fuck me,” she said her voice raspy, her need evident once more. “Don’t be so gentle.” His mouth crushed down hard upon hers as he slammed into her. She felt so filled by his cock she moaned and thrust against him. He pumped her harder and groaned against her mouth. She realized he’d been holding himself back for quite some time as he first pleased her and then waited patiently while she pleased herself with his body. Squeezing his ass tightly, she pulled him against her as he drove into her. He responded by slamming into her harder and faster as he kissed her passionately, and she matched his every move as he quickened his pace. Knowing he was close, she held him tightly, and he grunted as he thrust into her almost viciously. Pausing as he found his release, his lips trailed over her ear. “Oh, Michelle,” he growled softly. As she stroked his head and back, her fingertips dug in as he began to move again, slowly now, circling his hips as if enjoying just being inside her. She certainly liked him there and she moved with him, grinding her hips against him, once more stimulating her clit. He moved like that a few more moments and then, rather suddenly, withdrew from her. Before she could protest, he was off her and on the floor, his hand holding the condom tightly around him. Without a word to her, he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Ripples of post-coital bliss coursing through her, she waited for him to return, wondering why he left so suddenly, when it occurred to her that perhaps he didn’t want her to stay any longer. She heard the toilet flush and water run in the sink and thought that perhaps that was his way of informing her she should leave. Sitting up, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, and was about to stand when he opened the bathroom door, and looked to her, his brow furrowing. “You’re not leaving, are you?” Unsure of how to respond, she settled for shaking her head slightly as he crossed the short distance back to the bed. He slid in beside her and then pulled her against his body. Nestling her body against his side, her hand on his chest, she stroked the patch of hair there as he caressed her back. Confused, she didn’t know what to make of his apparent need to cuddle. She’d thought him callous after how forcefully he’d held her down before but then recalled how concerned he’d been when the time came to enter her, how he feared he’d hurt her. Her mind spun with the mixed messages he seemed to be sending her way and so she merely stayed where she was and waited to see how he would behave next. After kissing the top of her head, he slid a hand up to her shoulder and then back down almost to her behind. The feeling of his calloused fingers on her soft skin was invigorating, but when she squirmed slightly he stopped. “Too rough?” he questioned. She twisted her body to lie on her stomach, her chin on his chest, and allowed her eyes to meet his. “No, and, I appreciate your concern, but I’m not an egg or a virgin. You can’t hurt me by caressing me.” He gently placed a hand on her cheek. “You’re so beautiful and so sexy. I wanted to please you but I feared doing something that might turn you away.” She smiled now, sexily, and chuckled softly. “You didn’t do anything to turn me away. Just the opposite, actually, I can’t believe how much you turned me on.” “Yeah, you, uh, you came a lot.” “Did I ever! You have quite the touch there. And tongue.” She kissed his chest and then met his eyes again as she smiled lasciviously. “And cock.” He grinned. “And you have quite the mouth on you. It’s not very ladylike.” She feigned shock and then frowned exaggeratedly, causing him to chuckle. “It’s hot though,” he added. Responding with a deep smile, she then placed her head upon his chest, once more snuggling against his side. As he resumed stroking her back, she hoped this was the first of many shared times with him.
Michelle slept with Kord the next two Friday nights, and after each time she’d noticed two tiny puncture wounds in her skin. The first time they were on her inner thigh, the second on her breast and the third, last night, on her inner thigh again. She assumed his odd teeth had caused them, as he was a little rough with them sometimes, but she loved it. The tiny marks were a small price to pay for the fantastic sex she experienced with him and she hadn’t even mentioned them to him. Their encounters were increasingly hot. Although he hadn’t held her down again, he was demanding and controlling in bed and, while she’d never liked that before, she loved it when he did it. He was changing the way she enjoyed sex and she couldn’t be more content. Saturday night found her doing laundry and humming happily to herself. She’d just extracted a load from the dryer and placed it on the table in the room reserved for folding, when she felt a presence at the door. Turning to see Brandon standing there holding his laptop, Jaxon by his side, she noted the oddly critical look upon his face and her brow furrowed. “Is something wrong?” “You’re doing his laundry now, too? Is there anything you don’t do for him?” His harsh tone surprised her, as did his apparent hatred of Kord. Although she didn’t understand why he disliked Kord, he’d kept his opinions to himself, until now. She was a little embarrassed that he apparently knew she was sleeping with Kord and wondered if Beth had told him. She sighed irritably and then turned to fold clothing. “I’m merely saving him the trouble of having to go to the laundromat after working the entire week. I already do laundry for three people so one more really isn’t an issue.” He snorted. “So, what now, do I start referring to him as my stepdad? Is he moving into our house?” Turning back to face him, angry now, she glared. “First of all, he isn’t moving in here. Secondly, if I choose to do a favour for someone it’s nobody’s business but my own. And I really don’t appreciate your tone right now.” “You do a lot of ‘favours’ for him, don’t you?” “Enough, Brandon, seriously, this is your last warning.” “Whatever. You don’t like my attitude, fine, but before you get any more hung up on this guy, you should know something. And, by the way, I can prove it, that’s why I brought my laptop.” “Prove what?” Drawing closer to her, he placed the laptop upon the table, and then affixed her with a serious expression. “That Kord is a con-artist. I know he gave you first and last up front, but he’s planning something. If it isn’t ripping you off, then he certainly plans to scam somebody.” “What on earth are you talking about?” “I would like an answer to that question, also,” Kord’s voice boomed from the doorway. Startled by him, both she and Brandon jumped slightly. Jaxon growled loudly, and Kord glared at Jaxon as his hand shot out in the dog’s direction. Jaxon immediately dropped to his belly his ears pinned to his head and whined softly. Michelle felt her face burn with embarrassment. Kord had heard what Brandon had said and she feared the impact it would have on her relationship with him. Sure, they were only screwing, but she liked him, enough to want to continue to sleep with him and wondered if not just that but also his rental of the apartment was about to end. “I ... uh, I ...” she stammered, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what he’s talking about. I’m sure it’s some sort of misunderstanding.” Kord glared at Brandon before turned his attention back to her, his expression softening slightly when he met her eyes. “It’s an attack on my character, and I demand to know what it is I’m being accused of.” She looked to Brandon. Obviously embarrassed, his eyes were wet and shame-induced spots of colour were high on his cheeks. He snatched up his laptop and made to leave the room. “Never mind,” he mumbled as he moved to pass Kord. Kord’s hand came down upon Brandon’s shoulder swiftly, stopping his forward movement, as he tilted his head at Brandon. “I would ask that you stay, young man, and explain yourself to both your mother and I.” Noticing the tight grip he had on Brandon’s shoulder, she didn’t like the look in his eyes. She understood he was angry, she was as well, but laying his hands on her child was unwarranted. “Take your hand off my son,” she demanded roughly. After quickly releasing his hold on Brandon, Kord hung his head a moment before he met her eyes again, the look in his gentle once more. “I’ve overstepped my boundaries and I apologize. I’ll leave now.” “No, you’ll stay, and so will Brandon.” When Brandon looked to her incredulously, she turned a stern gaze on him. “You’re insinuating some very serious charges, Brandon. Now you can either explain why or immediately apologize to Kord and promise to never do anything like this again.” Brandon paused a moment, as if unsure of what to do. He took in a deep breath, let it go, and then nodded before he placed the laptop back on the table, opened it, and turned it to face her. “There’s no one at the chemical plant with the name Kord. I checked. Here’s the list of employees at the plant.” She glanced at the screen and then furrowed her brow as she looked back to Brandon. “How did you access their employee records?” His gaze moved to his shoes and she sighed. “Tell me you didn’t hack their computers.” He shrugged, his eyes glued to his shoes, and she looked to Kord for an explanation. “Kord is a short form for Konrad,” he explained, “and I assure you there is a Konrad Riordan on that employee list.” Examining the screen, she quickly found Konrad Riordan listed, and then looked to Brandon who reluctantly met her eyes. “I didn’t know his last name.” His voice was small and sounded frightened. “Brandon, this was both reckless and completely uncalled for,” she informed him and then sighed again, feeling awful for chastising him when he was so upset, but knowing she had to. “Kord hasn’t given you any reason to doubt him. I hope you realize just how out-of-line you were here.” Nodding, he closed the laptop and then held it tightly against his chest. She thought he looked like he was using it as a shield and her heart sank. He’d never done anything like this before, and she knew he’d only done it out of concern for her. That was hardly something over which to punish him, however he’d made false accusations against Kord, and he would have to repair that damage. He turned shamed eyes to her. “I’m sorry.” “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” When his eyes widened, she maintained her steady gaze until he sighed deeply and then turned around to face Kord. “I’m sorry for what I did.” Kord regarded him seriously. “There was no harm done this time but I hope you’ve learned a lesson about launching accusations without proof.” As Brandon nodded again, she stiffened. It wasn’t Kord’s place to discipline her child and she now glared at him. He caught her furious expression before he extended his hand to Brandon. “Apology accepted, Brandon, and please, if you have any questions about me just ask me directly.” Brandon shook Kord’s hand and then rounded him to leave the room, Jaxon close behind him. She was still glaring at Kord as he turned his attention back to her and raised his hands defensively. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed him. You have every right to be angry with me.” “You’re damn right I do!” He took a step closer, his hands still up. “I don’t wish to argue with you. I’ve apologized for it and told you that you’re correct. Please don’t allow this incident to impact our … relationship. I was angry over his insinuations as I had every right to be and I’ve apologized for my actions.” Tension bled out of her. He was correct for he had as much right to be angry as she did. Brandon had accused him of being a con artist and, although he never should have laid a finger on her child, he really didn’t do anything wrong. She nodded to him and then offered him a small smile. “Apology accepted. And I’m sorry I got so angry.” He shook his head as his hands dropped to his sides. “Don’t apologize for being protective of your children. As I said, I was the one who was out of line.” “No, Brandon was. I should be thanking you for being so understanding.” “Well, children can have vivid imaginations. Besides, I suspect he was only trying to protect you. That’s commendable, even if his methods were wrong.” Smiling brightly now, as he’d come to the exact conclusion she had about Brandon, she appreciated both his understanding and his patience. He drew up beside her, picked up a pair of jeans, and began folding them. She glanced sidelong at him. “I can fold your clothes.” “And I can help. I do appreciate you doing my laundry for me.” Stealing another glance at him as she folded one of his T-shirts, she then pushed against him playfully. “Well, I can think of a way for you to show your appreciation.” Smiled widely, he exposed all his teeth. He smiled fully at her often now and she loved that he felt comfortable enough with her to do so. Reaching out, he then gently traced his fingers over her hand. “Oh? And what might that entail?” Leaning against him, she stretched up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “It involves a lot of licking.” His eyes gleamed with lust as he turned his head to look directly at her. “Does that door lock?” She paused. As usual while in his presence, her nipples were already hard and her panties felt soaking wet. However, she hesitated at the idea of fucking him in her house, especially with Brandon in his bedroom, almost directly above them. As if reading her mind, he shook his head. “Never mind. Come downstairs.” He took her hand and she grasped his fingers firmly. “What about the laundry?” “It can wait until tomorrow. I’m sure being with me is more enjoyable that doing laundry.” After pulling her toward him, he cupped her face in his large hands. “Besides,” he whispered, his voice low, raspy, and filled with lust, “I can’t wait until Friday to bed you again.” Kissing her deeply, his tongue immediately probed her mouth, and she sucked on it until he leaned back to look into her eyes. “Come,” he said simply. Powerless to do anything but follow him to his apartment, the throbbing between her legs and the swift beating of her heart controlled her movements. Once again, he was right. The laundry could wait.
Copyright 2014 Cynthia Knoble
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