Chapter Sixteen

Blake

He wanted to kick the scuzzy little man writhing on the floor, but Blake’s focus was far more on the fact that Kelly had just stepped straight out into a hurricane. His anger went the way of Nolan’s pride and he grabbed his bag and hurried to the concierge.

“Watch this, make sure no one touches it, and I’ll reward you handsomely.” He didn’t wait for a response from the redhead kid, making a beeline for the door and rushing out into the driving rain.

He looked around wildly, wondering where she’d gone, praying she hadn’t been dumb enough to actually consider walking through the storm.

Stepping out from beneath the marginal shelter of the awning, Blake was instantly saturated by the downpour, coming down so hard that he could barely breathe. It stung his skin and lit his lungs on fire. Nevertheless, he drew in as deep a breath as he could muster, prepared to shout her name, when he felt a hand on his arm and whirled.

Kelly looked at him quizzically, her maid’s uniform rapidly soaking through as she stood with him in the rain. It was the first time the damn uniform had looked good, Blake thought vaguely, as her curves molded to the sodden fabric in the same way his hands had last night.

“What are you doing?” she yelled over the roar of the wind.

“Looking for you!” he yelled back, grabbing her hand and pulling her back under the awning, only by now it was a moot point. They were both drenched from head to toe.

“You idiot,” Kelly snapped. “I was born and raised here. You really think I’d walk into the teeth of a storm just because I’m upset about something?”

“I don’t know,” he retorted, pulling her closer so he could hear her more easily, and so he could just touch some small part of her. “Turns out I really don’t know much about you. I realized after Nolan visited me that I’ve been doing all the talking. I barely know a thing about you.”

She tugged her hand away. “Well, all you had to do was ask.”

“And you wouldn’t have lied?” he challenged her.

A cab sped up and Kelly turned away and started to climb in. Blake was right behind her, ignoring the furious look she gave him. “And you wouldn’t have lied?” he repeated, as the cabbie floored it in the direction of Kelly’s house, just a mile away.

“No.” She hunched over on herself, visibly shivering. “I didn’t lie to you before. I’m not—” she darted a glance at the driver. “I’m not what you think I am. I’m not, no matter what Nolan said.”

“Then tell me,” Blake said, aware he was pleading, and not caring. He needed to know, almost more than he needed dry clothes. Which was pretty badly. “I thought we had something, Kelly.”

“So did I!” she cried, shoving some money at the cabbie as he pulled up at her home. “Don’t follow me, Blake.”

He did anyway, chasing her up the steps to her home and then inside, because she couldn’t very well leave him standing in the driving rain.

“What do you want?” she asked desperately, her usually golden skin so white that he grew worried.

“You,” Blake said quietly, and reached out for her.

Kelly jumped him. There was no other way to describe it. One moment she was standing, trembling, in her foyer, the next she was wound around him, her lips frantically finding his.

“I need you,” she whispered, tangling her hands in his hair and meeting him kiss for starving kiss. “Now, Blake. Please. I didn’t sleep with Nolan. I swear to God—”

He cut her off with another hard kiss, thrusting his tongue deep and lifting her higher in his arms. He stumbled toward her room, tearing at her clothes and his without ever breaking the kiss. As soon as he got her soaking wet shirt off, he dove his head into her breasts, kissing and licking all over her supple, slick flesh, suckling her nipples, biting and then soothing with more kisses.

She moaned and writhed, her hands on the front of his pants, rubbing him as she undid his belt.

“Now. Now. Now,” she said over and over again, as they finished undressing, and Blake didn’t have to be told twice.

He turned her around and pushed her against the wall, spreading her legs from behind and thrusting his full cock into her. As he did, he bit her neck, anchoring her to him in multiple ways. Kelly groaned and moaned as he began to thrust in and out. She had her hands braced against the wall, her ass in the air and her back arched.

She was the most beautiful human being he had ever laid eyes on, bar none.

“You’re mine,” Blake snarled, pulling back just enough to swat her perfect backside, causing her to cry out and moan once more. “Say it, Kelly. Tell me you’re mine.” His hand landed on her ass once more and she groaned with pleasure.

“Yours. I’m yours, Blake. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard, just like that. So good.”

He whirled her around and filled her once more, lifting her legs higher around his waist as thrust harder and harder, fusing his lips with hers once more so the tempo of their tongues thrusting matched their bodies.

“Mine,” he said raggedly, as he pushed them closer and closer to the edge, Kelly’s nails raking a trail across his back as she urged him on and on and on. “Mine, Kelly. You’re mine!” he shouted as she shuddered around him, coming in powerful waves that tightened her around his cock, milking him to his own incredible orgasm, its strength every bit a match for Mother Nature’s fury outside.