Betting the Farm, page 5
“Do I what?” he mumbled against her breast.
“Want this too?”
He slid higher, nudging her pussy with the tip of his cock. “That should be proof enough,” he said as Kai gasped at the brief spear of incredible sensation.
Dropping her hands to his ass, she pulled him closer. “Then use it to show me how much.”
Outside, lightning flashed, illuminating Fritz’s determined features in the dim light of his bedroom. Thunder rolled ominously, rattling the glass in the windows. She knew how the old house felt, being shook to the foundation as his talented mouth did wicked things to her nipples. Kai squirmed at the restless ache forming in her core.
“Be still or I’ll tie you down.” He lifted his head and nailed her with a look that said he wasn’t kidding. Her face flushed and a little jolt of curious excitement shot through her. Would she like being tied up? Judging by the way her body responded to his warning, she would as long as Fritz was the one tying the knots.
“I can’t help it. I need you so much. Please.”
He shifted his weight, reaching toward his nightstand drawer. Kai froze, thinking he might be about to make good on his promise. Instead, he came back with a condom. He sat back on his haunches, ripped it open and rolled it down his cock while Kai watched, her heart thumping at the lust-drunk expression on his face.
She reached for him when he leaned over her, eager to feel his warm skin under her palms. It occurred to her this was the first time she and Fritz had ever had sex in a bed. They’d made love outside on a blanket, in the narrow seat of the old hand-me-down pickup he used to drive, but never on a mattress. Aside from the prime location, something about this time felt different, new and exciting, as if she were losing her virginity to him all over again, except it wouldn’t hurt. It would feel amazing, a rebirth of sorts.
When Fritz’s cock brushed the inside of her thigh, she quit thinking.
Kai held her breath as the head breached her slick entrance, a divine stretch that made her sigh. She watched Fritz’s face tighten as he slowly pushed inside her body, rigid muscle parting tender flesh.
A deep groan rumbled from his throat. “Fuck, you feel good,” he said. “Even better than I remembered.”
As Fritz began to move, he smothered her gasp of pleasure with his mouth. The rising intensity became too much. Kai broke away from his drugging kiss and wrapped her legs around his hips to anchor herself.
Yes, how could she have forgotten what it felt like to have him deep inside her, how wonderful his solid weight felt between her thighs? Her body seemed to remember because it sang his praises. Delicious bursts of concentrated pleasure speared through her, turning her body into one giant, hypersensitive nerve ending.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” Fritz said.
When she did, his face loomed above hers, his gaze boring into her as though he could see every thought. His thrusts became almost savage in nature, as if he were trying to purge Kai of anyone else’s prior sexual possession.
Sure enough, his next words removed all doubt. “You’re mine, Kai. Always have been.”
Emotion threatened to choke her to death. Fresh tears burned the back of her eyes. Kai clutched at his shoulders and neck, pulled him down to her mouth. His kiss was just as possessive as his domination of her body. She whimpered as the first twinges of her orgasm began to shimmer in her core.
“Please. I’m so close.”
Fritz stopped thrusting his hips. He withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside her. “Say you’re mine.” His eyes softened, along with his tone. “Say it and I’ll let you come.”
Kai whined her displeasure and panted, “I’m yours.” The gathering tears slid from the corners of her eyes, joining the dampness of her hair.
“Good girl,” he murmured and pushed back inside her pussy.
Fritz slipped his hand between their bodies, stroking her clit with the rough pad of his thumb. That precise touch was all she needed. Crying out, Kai splintered into a million glittering pieces.
She was vaguely aware of Fritz groaning and joining her, then his solid weight pressing her into the mattress. She didn’t care if she suffocated beneath him. In that moment, she could die a happy, satisfied woman.
Chapter Six
Fritz made a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the condom while Kai stretched out on his bed, humming her contentment. He pulled his jeans on sans underwear and sat down on the edge of the bed.
Kai had never looked more beautiful than she did now—smooth skin flushed pink with lingering arousal, lips and nipples swollen and red from his rough kisses, her pale hair curling into soft waves as it dried. The reunion sex had been better than he could’ve ever imagined, which both pleased and unsettled him equally.
There was something different about her, something that bothered him. Perhaps she seemed more fragile than he remembered her ever being. But the tears she’d shed earlier had been his doing and he felt guilty as hell for that.
He wanted the old Kai back, the one who would sooner tell him to kiss her ass than let him see her cry. There’d been glimpses of her here and there, but not near enough.
He’d meant what he said. She was his. Always had been, always would be, she just needed convincing. Part of the reason he’d made love to her was to prove that point, but it was only a fractional part. The rest was plain ol’ undiluted desire, the strength of which hadn’t diminished one iota during their time apart.
Problem was, now that he knew for a fact just how good they could be together as adults, it would consume him. It already did. No sooner had he settled his ass on the bed beside her than his mind was drifting to the next time he’d have her.
She rolled to her knees and draped herself across his back. The soft globes of her breasts pressed against his skin, teasing him with their velvety softness. Looping her arms around his shoulders, Kai nuzzled the side of his face. “What were you doing out my way this afternoon?”
“Looking for you.”
He felt her stiffen. “But how—”
“I don’t have your cell number so I called your parents’ house. The housekeeper said you’d gone for a run. Told me the direction she saw you take.”
She dropped her chin to his shoulder. “Why were you looking for me?”
“I acted like an ass at the barn. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry for that.”
“It’s okay.” She sighed against his neck, hesitated. “Am I…forgiven too?” Her voice broke and for a moment Fritz was afraid she might start crying again. They’d hurt each other enough already.
He tugged her around to face him. It was damn distracting, having her warm, naked body so close, so he tried to focus on her face and the things he needed to say. “We’re gettin’ there. It’s gonna take time though, to build that trust again. To get past all that old hurt.”
She nodded, her shoulders drooping a bit. “Is that what this was about? Were you trying to prove a point or punish me somehow?”
Fritz frowned and caught her jaw in his fingers. “Did it feel like punishment?”
Her gaze drifted down to his throat. “There was a moment where I could almost sense your anger.”
“It wasn’t anger.” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “See, I was the first man you allowed between those gorgeous thighs of yours, and I intend to be the last.” He paused to let his words sink in while watching her eyes grow smoky with what he hoped was acceptance. Then he kissed her deeply, drinking in the slow, sure submission of her body to his touch. “The rest is up to you.” A touch of confusion flitted through her eyes. Fritz smiled and set her away from him so he could stand up. “Are you hungry? I’ve got leftovers in the fridge I thought I’d heat up for supper.”
Kai glanced down at herself. “I can’t very well parade around your house naked since you don’t see a need for curtains.”
He smirked and found the shirt he’d discarded earlier, holding it up for her. “Wouldn’t bother me a bit. Come ’ere.” Kai crawled from the bed and sauntered toward him. No surprise, his cock stirred at the sexy show. She slid her arms into the shirt’s sleeves and turned around. Fritz rolled them to her elbows and snapped her up, leaving the top three undone. The hem hit her upper thigh, so plenty of golden skin was still exposed.
“What about my panties?”
“They’re in the washer with the rest of your clothes. I’d rather you didn’t wear any.”
“Now there’s some shocking news,” she drawled.
Fritz smacked her ass then spun her toward the kitchen. While he heated up their dinner, she milled about his living room, filling the minutes by looking at the titles on his CDs and DVDs.
“Can I borrow your phone? I should call the house and let them know I’m okay.”
“Why are you runnin’ without your phone? You know that’s not safe,” he said.
She shrugged one shoulder. “I would have to carry it in my hand and I’m always afraid I’ll drop it.”
“That’s not a good enough excuse but I know better than to argue with you. My phone is on the dresser in the bedroom.”
Fritz strained to hear what she told her parents on the phone. Neither of them must’ve answered because she told the ever-present housekeeper she was at a friend’s house and she’d be home later then hung up.
“What can I help you do?”
“You can fix us somethin’ to drink and make a clean spot on the table so we have a place to eat.”
Once the food was reheated Fritz fixed them both a plate. Kai set two glasses of iced tea beside the plates and sat down in the chair next to him. “Chicken and dumplings, and fresh peas.” She glanced up, a teasing smile on her lips.
“Mom,” he explained.
“Darn. I was so hoping you’d become domesticated.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, smartass, but I’m still as clueless in the kitchen as I’ve ever been. Eat your food I didn’t cook.”
The sound of her laughter made his heart thump harder. God, he was so whipped when it came to her. A big ol‘ lump of Georgia red clay in her soft hands. She didn’t know that and he had to keep her on her toes. If she suspected she had the upper hand, he’d never get what he wanted.
“Mm-mm, this is so good,” she said between bites. “Your mom is an amazing Southern cook. Sometimes I think it has to be in the DNA, ya know?”
“She’d love to see you, Kai.”
Her fork froze halfway between the plate and her mouth. She blinked and lowered her hand. “She would?”
“Yeah. Mom’s always been crazy about you.” Just like me.
“She doesn’t hate me?”
Fritz looked up sharply, frowning at the dampness in her eyes. “’Course not, sugar. Why would you think that?”
“Well, because…” She shook her head, looked down at her plate.
“You think because of what happened between us she’d stopped caring about you? That’s not true. You don’t remember how she used to say you were like a daughter to her?”
“Yes, but that was before I left. I bet if you asked her now she wouldn’t feel that way.”
Fritz picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “She never said one bad thing about you after you left. Not one.”
He left out how his mom used to recite that stupid, cheesy-ass phrase about loving something enough to set it free because it was too damn corny for his vocal chords to repeat.
One corner of her mouth tilted up. “Really?”
“I swear it.”
When her smile grew brighter, Fritz felt himself go warm at the sight. She was so fucking beautiful, but when Kai blessed him with a genuine smile, it almost knocked him off his feet. Good thing he was sitting down.
“I’d love to see her too.”
“Good. I’ll tell her but you know when I do she’s gonna expect you to hold to it.”
“I will.” She waved at the pages of drawings and paperwork she’d neatly stacked so they could eat at his kitchen table. “What’s all this?”
“Something Sage and I are playing around with.”
Kai picked up one of the drawings and studied it closer. “Is this a part for a tractor?”
“Implement, and yes, it’s a sketch of an idea we’ve got for a planter. We’re always bitchin’ about the ones on the market, brainstorming ways to make ’em better, so one day we sat down and started scratching out ideas. It kinda took off from there. Are you finished eating?” Fritz stood and took his plate to the sink. She reached for another drawing, absently pushing her plate aside. He took that as a yes and removed hers as well.
“These are good, detailed drawings. Did you do them or did Sage?”
“Sage.”
“Have you made any prototypes?”
“A few.”
She looked up at him, wide-eyed. “And?”
“And what?”
“Did they work like you’d hoped?”
He leaned over her, trapping her between his arms and the table. “The planter did but the others still need fine-tunin’.”
“Have you thought about maybe applying for a patent and marketing them to companies?”
He kissed the crown of her head, breathing in the smell of his shampoo on her hair. “We’ve tossed it around.”
Kai leaned back in the chair, tilting her head to look up at him. “I have a degree in marketing, you know. I could help you with that.”
When he brushed her hair away from her shoulder and planted a lingering kiss on the side of her neck, a breathy sigh slid past her lips. “Is that so?”
“Why do I get the feeling your focus just shifted away from this conversation?” she asked drily, tossing the drawing onto the table.
Sliding a hand into the deep V of his shirt, he cupped one warm, plump breast, tweaking her nipple between his fingers. She groaned softly.
“Because it did.”
Chapter Seven
Fritz hauled her to her feet, turning her in his arms as he did. Framing her face in his palms, he kissed her, slow and deep and hot. He’d never forgotten how it felt to kiss Kai. Every woman in the interim had been judged by the remembered feel of Kai’s mouth under his. None had ever measured up. She’d always tasted just right.
The bite of her nails in his bare back made him lift his head. Her eyelids fluttered open and he grinned at the lazy look of renewed desire on her beautiful face.
“Back to bed. Take off the shirt and wait for me,” he said, adding an edge of bossiness to his voice in hopes of getting a tart response. Instead, she lifted her chin in a haughty gesture, humor dancing in her eyes, and padded into his bedroom.
Fritz took his time tossing her clothes into the dryer then rummaged around through the cabinets in his utility room until he found a length of smooth nylon rope that wouldn’t chafe. He crammed it into the back pocket of his jeans.
Thinking about Kai tied to his bed, her long, slender arms stretched above her head, and her perfect, palm-sized breasts thrusting up for his attention, made his dick swell and harden behind his fly. He’d seen the curious look in her eyes when he threatened to tie her down earlier. She’d been turned-on by the idea as much as he had.
Flipping off the lights in the kitchen, he stopped in the doorway of his bedroom. She’d switched on his bedside lamp because the sun was setting outside, the lingering storm clouds muting the natural light. And she still wore his shirt. In fact it looked as though she’d snapped it all the way up to her throat just to defy him. He bit the inside of his lip to keep from grinning at her playful insolence. Maybe he should give her a spanking too.
He tugged the length of rope from his back pocket and slapped it against his thigh, watching her eyes go round as quarters. She rose up on her elbows as he stalked to the foot of the bed. “What’re you gonna do with that?” she asked, her gaze darting from his face to his hand and back again.
Fritz ignored her question. “Didn’t I tell you to take off the shirt?” He crawled over her, straddling her thighs with his. “Kai?” he prompted when she didn’t answer.
Her mouth curved into a sheepish smile. “I was cold?”
Fritz shook his head slowly and her tongue snaked out to wet her bottom lip. He leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth, then bit down, testing the tender flesh.
“I wanted you to take it off,” she said.
Her sweet confession made him smile. He grasped the hem of his denim shirt in his fists and snatched the halves in opposite directions. The snaps flew apart in eight stuttered pops, chased by the sound of her excited gasp. “Like that?”
“Not exactly, but I enjoyed your method better,” she murmured as she slid her arms free and tossed the shirt off the bed.
Kai sank back onto his pillows and coasted her hands up his jean-covered thighs. When she got to his groin, she lifted her heavy-lidded gaze to his face, as if she were asking for permission to touch him.
They’d gotten the slightly awkward, feels-like-the-first-time fucking out of the way earlier. It had taken the razor edge off his need for her but it was still sharp. He had a feeling that need would never grow dull.
“Touch me, Kai.”
Her warm palm covered his cock. She was tentative at first, running her fingers down the sides of his aching shaft through the worn denim, but when he hissed in through his teeth she grew bolder. She unbuttoned him while she watched his face. Once she had his fly open, she hesitated again. That pink tongue made another swipe over her top lip.
“Don’t stop now, darlin’.”
Kai reached into his jeans and lifted his dick out, giving him a firm squeeze before she grazed him with her nails. Her swirling thumbs spread the moisture leaking from the tip in opposite directions and he grew even harder.
It felt so damn good, having her touch him this way. He’d dreamed about her hands on him, her soft, wet tongue sliding down his length. Her sexy mouth sucking him deep. They’d tried oral sex a few times when they were younger but his trigger had been too touchy, their motions too awkward and eager to master the act.
