Chapter 13
I hold Kylie as close as I can possibly get her and run my hand up and down her naked back. This is the first time I have ever laid with a woman after fucking her. It’s nice. I’m enjoying holding her, feeling her softness pressed against my hard body until my eyes start to grow heavy. I know what’s to come if I close them. I don’t want her to see me like that. I start to get out of her bed, but she tightens her grip on my waist.
“Please don’t leave,” she begs groggily.
I lie back down and fight as long as I can, but eventually sleep takes over.
“Mom, that movie was awesome!” I say excitedly as I look up at her. She took me to see Jurassic Park at the cheaper theater in town because I have been bugging her for months to take me. We don’t have much money anymore since my dad left a couple of years ago. He’s always busy, but he makes time for me when he can.
I hear mom crying at night sometimes when I’m supposed to be sleeping; she talks on the phone telling someone how he hasn’t paid her money he owes her. I don’t really know why he doesn’t, because my dad has lots of money.
“I’m glad you liked it.” She smiles down at me and ruffles my hair. She made me wear my best pair of jeans and a button-down shirt and she put on her favorite dress and heels for tonight, making it a special occasion instead of just a movie. She told me—with the biggest smile and sparkling eyes—we we’re having a mother-son date night. It made me laugh seeing my mom so happy. I don’t get to see her like that much anymore.
We continue walking to the car that’s parked a ways away from the theater. It was the only spot we could find empty as people hadn’t left their jobs for the day yet. Now that it’s dark and no one is around it’s kind of scary; this side of town isn’t as nice as the other. “Are you ready for some ice cream?”
“Yes!” I tell her excitedly. I think Mom is trying to make up for my father ditching me again. I’m pretty used to it by now, but she always feels bad. It’s the fifth time in two months and his excuse is always that he has to work. I might be more upset if I had seen more of him before he finally left.
Mom keeps looking over her shoulder as we’re walking; maybe she’s scared too. Her hand lands flat on my back as her steps quicken. “Don’t turn around,” she tells me quietly.
My heart begins to race and I grow even more scared. “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Don’t worry. We’ll be at the car soon.”
I hear the pounding of footsteps behind us. As they grow closer, we walk faster, but so do they. Tears form in my eyes as my scared feeling gets even stronger. I turn to look even though she told me not to; six men are coming for us. “Mom!” My lip quivers and voice wobbles.
We run; they chase us.
We make it to the end of the block before they do and we take a right. “Run, Jamie.”
“Jameson!” I hear a different voice in the distance. “Jameson!” She sounds scared. My body is shaken. “Jameson!” My eyes open, I sit up quickly, and sweat covers every inch of me. “You were having a nightmare. Are you okay?”
I look around the room and then next to me. Finally, I realize I’m still with Kylie and in her bed. Pulling her close to me, I hold her tightly in my arms. “I’m okay. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay, do you wanna talk about it?” Her lips lightly kiss my bare chest.
“No. I’m going to take a shower.” I pull her arms away from me and stand from the bed. I walk into the bathroom, turn on her water as hot as I can, then step inside and drop my head under the stream, letting it run over me.
I didn’t hear the door open and didn’t know she had come to join me until her front is pressed against my back. I turn and place my finger under her chin to lift her eyes. “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea.” I hate that I am going to hurt her, but it’s for the best.
Tears pool in her grey orbs. “Don’t say that! Whatever you need, take from me.” She stands on her toes, leans in close, and pushes her lips against mine.
I break the kiss. “Are you sure?” I question. I need the distraction, but I don’t want her to regret it after.
“Yes,” she states confidently.
My lips descend on hers for a moment. I turn and have Kylie in front of me. “Bend over,” I demand. She complies, and the stream of water runs down her back as she touches her toes with the palms of her hands.
My cock is at full mast looking at her bare and open, nothing hidden from my sight. One hand grips her hip, while the other grips my hard cock. I line up to her pussy, barely pushing the head into her channel. I release my cock, grip her other hip and slam into her. She yells out, but stays still like the good girl she is. Pulling back until just the tip remains inside, I drive into her again. My eyes close and I grit my teeth at how amazing she feels.
I set my pace with hard, angry strokes and I squeeze her hips hard; she’ll have bruises to remind her of what she asked for. She begins to push back meeting every one of my meticulous thrusts. Water slaps between our bodies, Kylie’s cries of pleasure are deafening, and she begins to grow closer to her impending orgasm.
My spine tingles as my own release builds. Her walls clench around my cock, squeezing and tightening so fucking good as I hit her G-spot a final time.
“Jameson!” she moans. Her pussy milks my cock, and my cum begins to spill inside of her.
Holding onto her, I pull out and help her to stand upright. We take a few minutes to recover and catch our breaths. I wash us both under the now cold water, turn the shower off, and grab two towels to dry us off. “Are you okay?” I ask, worried that I was too rough.
She gazes at me under her long black lashes. A slow smile starts to appear. “I’m better than okay.”
I laugh lightly. “You’re perfect.” I kiss the top of her head, pull her into my arms, and carry her back to bed.
Early into the morning, Kylie gave into sleep once again. She was exhausted and spent after a few more rounds. I’ve laid here watching her sleep until the sun came up and for hours after. It’s close to lunchtime and my stomach is growling, so I untangle myself from her and go into the kitchen. After rummaging through her cabinets, I find the ingredients to make Caesar salad with chicken breasts.
I season the chicken, put it in the oven to cook, and Kylie finally comes to join me only wearing my button-up shirt, hair a mess. She looks gorgeous. “Hey, beautiful.” I smile down at her and give her a slow, sweet kiss.
“Hey!” She mirrors my smile.
“Do you have plans for the weekend?” I ask as she goes over to start a pot of coffee.
She finds two mugs and sets them by the coffee maker. She spins around and leans against the counter. “No.”
“Now you do.” I walk over to her and kiss her once again.
The chicken breasts finish cooking, I make our plates, and we sit down for lunch. “This is really good,” Kylie praises after her first bite.
“Thank you! The time that I spent with my mom when we didn’t have anything made me not take advantage of the riches from my aunt and uncle. After moving in with them, I had a nanny. She did everything for me, but I wanted to be able to fend for myself. I would follow her around and watch everything she did.” I laugh at the memory. “One day she asked why I followed her around and I told her I wanted to learn. She started teaching me after that.”
“What happened to the nanny after you moved out?”
I smile at her curiosity and because it’s so easy to talk to Kylie. “I took her with me,” I state with a chuckle. “Penny’s my housekeeper; you will meet her when we go to my place.”
“We’re going to your place?” Her brow arches.
I laugh a full laugh. “Yes, now finish eating.”
The rest of lunch is quiet and after we’re done I have Kylie pack a bag for the weekend. I call Brent to meet us at the front of her building.
“Hello, Ms. Sanders,” Brent greets with a small smile.
“Hi,” Kylie replies and then turns to look at me. “He knows my name?”
“He does. His name is Brent.” I stare daggers at Brent, and he drops his head, smiling harder.
“Nice to meet you, Brent.” Kylie laughs at my expression then gets into the car.
Brent pulls into the parking garage. I get out on my side first, then walk around and open Kylie’s door. “Chivalry isn’t dead after all.” She smiles and steps out with her bag. She looks around at the cars. “Those are some nice cars!” she gushes.
“Thanks.”
Her wide eyes meet mine. “They’re yours?”
“Yes.” I lay my hand on her lower back and direct her to the elevator; we go up and into my penthouse.
Kylie spins in a circle with her mouth gaping open. “This is amazing!”
“I’ll give you a tour.” Taking her hand in mine, I lace our fingers together and pull her towards the stairs. We walk up the iron staircase, past the empty bedroom and into the master. “You can set your bag in the closet.” She walks through the room and begins to open the bathroom door. “Other one.”
“Oh, sorry,” she responds shyly.
I chuckle lightly. “It’s okay, that’s the bathroom.”
When she steps into the closet, she screeches. “This closet is a woman’s dream.” I shake my head and my lips tilt up in a smile.
After Kylie is done admiring the walk-in closet, the jetted bathtub in the bathroom, and the four-post king bed with Egyptian cotton sheets, we head downstairs. I save the kitchen for last, knowing that’s where Penny will be.
“Penny.”
She turns, smiling ear-to-ear, which drops as she gasps. “Is this her?” The smile returns as she quickly strides over to us. Penny hugs Kylie. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Kylie responds with a matching smile. “It’s nice to meet you too, Penny, I’m Kylie.”
Penny releases Kylie from the hug, but cups her cheeks with the palms of her hands; her eyes find mine. “Jameson, she is beautiful.”
“I think so.” I smile and give Kylie a side glance. Her cheeks are a light pink, like she’s almost blushing. “Take today and tomorrow off.”
“Okay, but if you need anything, call me.” She takes the few steps to stand in front of me. She hugs me and whispers in my ear, “I’m proud of you for opening yourself up to her.”
“I’ll see you Monday.” We break from the hug, and Penny grabs her belongings and leaves. My attention goes to Kylie. “Why don’t you go into the living room and make yourself comfortable.” Walking over to my wine rack, I pick out the best bottle of vintage wine I own, then grab two wine glasses and pour the red liquid in.
I carry the glasses into the living room, hand one to Kylie, and join her on the couch. “What made you decide to become a detective?”
She takes a sip of her wine and stares at the wall of windows for a minute then her eyes connect with mine. “When I told you about my sister, that was true; I was with her when she was taken. It was hard on my family, naturally, but I wanted justice for her. If I couldn’t help her, then I would help others. My father is chief of police, both of my brothers are officers, and my uncle is the county deputy where he lives. I followed in their footsteps, but I went beyond just being an officer; I worked my way up the ranks until I became lead detective in the homicide unit.”
“That’s a great accomplishment,” I praise. “Why were or are you undercover?”
“Because of all the girls getting murdered, but I can’t really talk about the case.” She bites her lip, clearly nervous.
I smile, hoping to ease her discomfort. “I understand.”
We have another glass and continue getting to know each other. I call to have Chinese delivered for dinner. Kylie grabs plates and forks out of the kitchen cabinet, and we sit on the floor and divide the containers of food.
As we eat, I imagine doing this with her every day: being carefree, enjoying a meal with another person, and just being happy. Kylie makes me laugh, makes me forget who I am, but when she has to leave Monday it’s all going to come crashing back.
After dinner, we clean up and return to the couch. I turn on the flat screen and together we pick a movie off pay-per-view. When Kylie falls asleep halfway through the second movie, I shut off the television and carry her up to bed. I turn down the covers, lay her down, and then carefully remove her shoes and jeans. I cover her up, remove my own jeans, shirt, and leave only my boxer briefs on. I climb in beside her, pull her into my arms, and try staying awake as long as I can.
I wake to a dim light shining through my bedroom window. I actually slept for the first time since before my mother was murdered. There were no nightmares, no dreams…just peace. Looking next to me, I see that Kylie sleeps soundly with that cute little snore of hers. She’s kicked the blanket off herself and her shirt’s ridden up, showing her smooth flat stomach.
My heart squeezes in my chest at the sight of her in my bed. Gently, I lower myself between her thighs. I lightly move her panties to the side and run my tongue along her slit. I circle the tip of my tongue around her clit, and the first sounds start falling from her lips.
“Jameson,” she whispers.
Fuck, I love it when she calls my name. I work my tongue faster and enter two fingers inside of her. I find her G-spot and begin to pump in and out while my tongue continues its assault on her clit. She cries out louder, but keeps her eyes closed. She lifts her feet onto either side of my shoulders and spreads herself open as far as she can.
One of her hands grip the pillow while the other lands on the top of my head, keeping me close. Her hips buck against my face, and I pump my fingers harder and harder. Her toes curl and legs begin to shake. My other hand comes up to her pussy, where I spread her lips open and give her fast little flicks with my tongue.
“Yes!” Her head sinks further into the pillow, her hips move quicker, and her walls begin to clench around my fingers. “I’m gonna come!” she screams into the quiet room, and finally her body convulses.
The first burst of her taste hits my tongue. So fucking sweet! I continue lapping at her, taking everything she has to offer until she comes down from her orgasm.
I lift myself up. “Morning, beautiful.”
A slow smile appears on her face, and then she slowly opens one eye. “Good morning! What are we doing today?”
I respond, mimicking her smile, “Staying in bed.”
“Naked?” she questions with a small giggle.
“Yes, but I need to grab something.” I stand from the bed, walk over to the closet, and quickly find exactly what I’m looking for.
I close the closet door with my foot and turn to face her. With my spreader bar in hand, I ask, “Are you ready, Detective Sanders?”
“Oh, yeah!” Her smile is ear-to-ear.
“Take your clothes off,” I command her with a half-smile. Kylie rushes off the bed, stands, and begins to remove her t-shirt, pink lace bra, and matching panties, my eyes never leaving her. She sits back on the bed and stares at me innocently. My cock jumps in response as I take in her full breasts, small waist, and smooth thighs. “Roll over and put your arms between your legs,” I instruct as I pick up my phone off the nightstand, find my music app, and play the perfect song on repeat.
I move to the end of the bed. “Scoot to me,” I tell her as I take in her position; it is a beautiful sight. Her face is lying against my white comforter, ass in the air, with her legs bent at the knees. I get her wrists shackled to the bar first, then put each ankle in their cuff and adjust the tightness. She is at my mercy and won’t be able to move. Gripping the bar with my fists, I pull; the bar spreads open as far as it can go, taking her legs with it.
Rubbing my hand over her ass cheek, I give a smack just hard enough to turn her skin a pale pink. She moans in response, I grip my cock and rub the tip along her pussy.
Fuck! She feels good.
My eyes roll at the sensation, and I slowly begin to enter inside of her. I grip her hips tightly and groan. She cries, and I keep pushing forward until I’m all the way in. The sounds coming from her lips are loud as I drive into her. This is deeper than any position we have done before, so I know she is in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Jameson!” Kylie moans.
“So fucking good!” I grunt as I keep up my calculated strokes. Sweat beads on my forehead. Her walls begin to grip tighter and tighter.
“Don’t come yet!” I growl as I pick up speed. Pounding into her relentlessly, I draw my own release closer.
She cries out, “Jameson, I can’t hold it!”
“Yes, you can!” I grit my teeth. Her body shakes uncontrollably.
After two more thrusts, I growl loudly, “Now!” My body trembles against hers as we both release. I lean over, still standing, and kiss her lower back.
Pulling out, I detach her from the metal bar, and she falls onto the bed in a blissful state. I lay the bar on the floor, walk into the bathroom, get two washcloths, and carry them into the bedroom. I clean her off first and then myself.
After putting them in the laundry basket, I climb into bed. “Come here,” I tell her and hold my arms out for her to crawl into.
Her head lies on my chest. “I think I’m going to like lying in bed all day.”
“Me too.” I kiss her forehead and look up at the ceiling as I skim my fingers up and down her bare back.