24
Kendra
Sitting in Kelly’s passenger seat and staring out the window, it didn’t take me long to know where he was taking me. His penthouse was his go-to place when it came to us, and I was perfectly fine with that.
Rolling my head, I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.
He had one hand on the wheel, his other up by his face, deep in thought.
A tiny smirk lifted my frown, thinking how amazing a man he was. Even though I was beginning to trust Kelly more with each passing day we were together, I was still too afraid to open up to him completely. My story, my past, the reason I felt shattered inside was a story that would make me entirely too vulnerable—even with someone as intelligent and forgiving as Kelly made me believe he was.
Turning my attention back to the world outside, I let my thoughts continue to roll through the ups and downs of the emotions traveling through me.
The person I’d been this last week wasn’t me. I was stronger, happier, and not nearly as fragile as I knew Kelly thought I was. When I thought about how I must look to him, I hated myself for appearing so ugly, despised the way I seemed to constantly be breaking down and crying in front of him like an immature, entitled girl.
Reaching my hand over, I let it come down on his thigh.
Kelly didn’t react. He kept his eyes forward, his hand firmly gripping the wheel. He was cold to my touch and that only caused more of the ache I was feeling to twist my gut into a tight knot that kept my body feeling crippled.
Choosing to keep my hand there for as long as he allowed, I thought back to my brief but intense visit with my uncle. He’d snuck past Mr. Anderson, and so had Kelly. Determined to let Mr. Anderson know I wasn’t happy about it, I let up on my determined pursuit of justice when Kelly and I finally made it to the lobby and saw security waiting. They didn’t have to escort Kelly out, I was already doing it for them. But how did Kelly and my uncle not cross paths?
Squeezing my eyes shut, I shook my head.
It wasn’t cool of my uncle to show up uninvited. Up until just an hour ago, my apartment was my place of refuge. I worked so hard to keep it mine, carefully ensuring I kept it a secret from the outside world. And now it was compromised. I wanted to thank Kelly for stealing me away, but I also wanted him to be the first to break the cloud of silence that hovered over us.
I glanced in his direction.
Kelly’s face was filled with tension, making his jaw muscle dance.
I loved the flowers he’d sent, appreciated the note he’d written even more. He showed me his cards, let me know that he was jealous of the fact that I had another man visiting. As desperate as it was, I liked that I had that effect on him. It told me that I meant something to him even if I knew he was seeing another woman on the side. “I know you were with a beautiful blonde this morning.”
He dropped his free hand and readjusted his grip on the wheel, casting a quick gaze to my knees.
I’d had enough of the silence and needed to get my own jealousy off my chest. His eyes lingered on my knees for a second longer—acting like he was afraid to look me directly in the eye—before lifting them back to the road.
“Did she also know the person in the cemetery you were visiting?” It was a wild speculation on my part—only guessing that Kelly knew the person laid to rest—but by the way his nostrils flared, I was convinced I was on the right track.
Kelly slowed the vehicle and made a sharp right turn.
“You want to know more about me.” My body naturally gravitated closer to him. “I can’t trust you with my secrets if you can’t trust me with yours.”
His fingers loosened as he readjusted his grip, curling them back over the wheel, squeezing hard enough to get his knuckles to turn white. The engine revved and he began driving faster.
“That man you were looking for?”
Kelly turned to look me in the eye. His gaze was dark and dangerous and hot enough to send a flutter through my aching heart.
“He was my uncle.”
A slight moan escaped his lips as he turned his head to face forward.
Silently, I watched his chest rise and fall through heavy breaths for a couple minutes before I said, “How did you know where to come look for me?”
He tipped his head back as if annoyed by my questioning and licked his lips. “It doesn’t matter. What’s done is done.”
With shaky limbs and a soft pleading voice I asked, “Are we done?”
Tears welled behind my eyes when Kelly didn’t respond. His hands didn’t move, his eyes unblinking. And if it wasn’t for the way he maneuvered his vehicle in smooth, confident swerves around other cars who were driving much slower than us, I would have checked his pulse, making sure he was alive.
“Kelly,” I said again, this time reaching over to cup his manhood. “Are we done?”
He clamped his fingers tightly around my wrist and flung my hand away. Angling his head to me, he glared. Determined not to lose the only thing that seemed to be going right in my life, I went for him again. This time he didn’t push me away. Slowly, I unzipped him and reached my hand inside his pants, wrapping my fingers around his thick girth. “You can tell me the truth.”
His cock hardened more with each stroke of my hand. I pumped him until he groaned.
“You saved me today.” My wrist worked up and down his pulsing shaft. “I was coming for you and you came for me.”
Kelly slowed the vehicle and pulled into his parking garage, quickly killing the engine once parked in his assigned spot. He unbuckled his belt, leaned over, and threaded his fingers through my hair. Staring into my eyes he said, “I’d do anything for you, Bella.”
I swallowed hard and blinked away the threat of tears while I continued to stroke his erection. I knew he was angry with me. And rightfully so. I hadn’t been as fun a date as I knew I could be—as I knew I should be. He had every reason to want to be done with me. “Kelly, I’m ready.”
He looked at me with hard, searching eyes, and it didn’t take him long to know what it was I was saying. A glimmer of recognition flashed across his eyes as they hooded over with heavy lids.
His satin flesh was hot and I knew that I had him close. Stroking him harder I said, “Take me to your playroom. I know you’re angry with me. Take your anger out on me.”
He fingers curled in my hair. Pulling me close, he panted against my lips, tugging at my roots. My tongue darted out and I closed my eyes, working him harder, faster, finally getting him to come.
Thick ropes of hot semen oozed over my knuckles and I liked the feeling of control I had over him in this moment of weakness. His body convulsed and I milked him for all he had until he softened in my hand.
Asking Kelly to have his way with me—have him take his anger out on me—was my gift to him, but also my way of forgetting that my uncle was here in LA and with him, the family drama that I tried my entire life to escape.
“Tell me what you want,” I mewed.
Kelly thrust his tongue into my mouth.
“You can do anything to me.” I swirled my tongue over his. “I’m ready. Ready to obey your every demand.”