Chapter 16

Kendra

He was mad at me. That was obvious. From the moment that I entered his apartment, I could sense it. It was like a cold breeze settling over the room. It seemed to pour from him and emanate from his words. But at the same time, I could still feel the heat. Even as he fumed, I could tell that he wanted me. I could feel his eyes on me as I turned my back to him. I could feel the effect I had on him.

It must have been the alcohol. I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely tipsy. Usually, his animosity would have me begging for forgiveness, cowering to his whims. But in that moment, I felt incredibly powerful. I knew he wanted me, and I was going to make him work for it.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” I pouted, batting my eyelashes as I bit down on my lip. I was less than a foot away from him, just close enough that I could feel the kinetic energy coming off the two of us. “I guess I just lost track of time.”

What I told him was the truth. I was just having drinks with the people from work. I was having such a good time that I lost track of the time. And, if I was being perfectly honest, the bar we had chosen featured a very sexy waiter who wasn’t subtle in his flirting with me. I would have never done anything, of course, but it felt good to be wanted. That was probably a large reason for my feelings of self-confidence as I toyed with Grant.

“Lost track? I was here for an hour, waiting. Do you know what that means?” I could feel the rage teetering on the edge of his words. I knew exactly what was coming.

“No,” I lied. The whole time I held his stare. I loved looking into his eyes. They were so deep and mesmerizing. I could have gotten lost in them, had he let me.

“It means that you’re going to have to be punished.”

“Good.”

Without another word, I turned and made my way up the stairs toward the bedroom. I could tell that I had caught him off guard. It took him a few moments to follow me. But follow me, he did. Of course, he did.

I waited by his bedside, facing the stairs as he came up them. When he spotted me waiting, he smiled a triumphant smile, making straight for me as his hands reached for his belt.

“Actually,” I said, holding my hand up to stop him. “Rather than punish me. I think that I should just show you how sorry I am.”

“What do you mean?”

My only response was a knowing smile. At first, anyway. I had been bad to him in high school. I knew that. I had hurt him more than I had ever meant to. I wanted to make it up to him. I wanted to prove to him that I had changed. I wanted to say that I was sorry. So I did. Only not in so many words.

Walking up to him, I wrapped my hand around the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair before pulling his face into mine. Our lips touched, and I could feel the pent-up passion and lust erupt between the two of us.

As we kissed, I moved my hands to his shirt. He wore a plain white t-shirt. I ran my fingers to its base and lifted it over his head. As it came off, my hands instantly went to his body, stroking it with the tips of my fingers. God, his body was incredible. Never mind the six-pack. Never mind the barrel chest or boulder shoulders. It was the little things. It was the tuft of hair on his pecs. It was the scar running across his hips. It was the way his abdomen seemed to come to a triangle and point down toward his crotch.

As we continued to kiss, my hands found his belt. I unbuckled that and dropped his pants down around his ankles. His hands went to my blouse, and I grabbed them, putting them back down by his side. Tonight was going to be about him. Tonight was my apology.

With some effort, I pulled my lips from his, and as I did, I pushed him onto the bed so he fell backward.

“Stay there,” I commanded. He didn’t argue. He could see there was no point. Instead, he enjoyed the show as I undid my blouse and took off my bra, exposing my swollen breasts. Even without touching me, he had managed to make my nipples so hard. I then undid my pencil skirt, dropping it to my feet. My black panties slid to my knees and then to the floor, so all I had on were my stilettos. But they were staying on.

He crawled backward, up the bed, and I climbed onto it, following him. But I didn’t go the whole way up. I stopped as my head reached his stomach. Soft kisses, one by one, trailed themselves down his belly and toward his crotch. I could see his hard length, begging to be released from its cage. So, I obliged.

His huge cock sprung forth, sticking up in the air as if it saluted me. It was even bigger than I remembered, nearly the length of my head. It seemed to quiver as it waited for me. I wrapped my hand around it, squeezing it at the base. Grant let out a long groan as I did, so I squeezed again.

Then, without making him wait, I moved up and took him in my mouth. All of him. I had never been able to before, but somehow, I swallowed all of him in one go. His hard cock slid down my throat, and saliva dripped from my mouth. I pulled my mouth from it, only to swallow again. And as I did this, my hands worked his balls, cupping and squeezing them. Each time I did, he let out another groan. It was music to me. It was him telling me that he accepted my apology. That I was his, and he was mine.

But I wasn’t done yet.

After a few more minutes of sucking and licking his gigantic cock, I got to my knees and climbed on top. There, in his room, on his bed, I straddled him. I used my hand to guide his cock inside of me. It pressed up against my lips at first as I struggled to take the whole thing. But as I spread my legs, easing my way down, my soaking wet pussy finally accepted it.

I took in a deep breath, my knees shaking as every inch of him worked its way inside of me. Only when I had all of him in me, all the way to the base, did I start to work him. Back and forth, I ground over him. My ass bounced up and down, and I bent forward, shoving my breasts in his face. Up and down. Back and forth. He slapped my ass and sucked my tits.

Up and down.

Back and forth.

He wrapped his hands around my backside, guiding me. He threw his head back, moaning each time I moved. I squeezed my lips together, sucking him into me. As I did, I felt it coming. In both of us. As the fire began to spread throughout my body, his legs shook. His entire body shivered, as if he were cold, although there was no way that was the case. His breathing quickened, and his hard cock pulsated inside of me.

My own body began to shake, too, and that sensation worked its way through my own body. Grant groaned and thrust harder. He moved to his own rhythm, all the while, grinding me as hard as he could.

And then, in perfect harmony, the two of us came at the same time. I threw my head back and screamed. He did the same. I basked in the feeling of him exploding inside of me, as his warm seed filled me up. I delighted in how in sync the two of us were throughout the entire experience. I was sure he heard my apology, loud and clear.

It was only after I was done, and after I had managed to clean myself, that I lay down beside him, snuggling myself into his arms. And for that moment, everything seemed perfect. The two of us were in love. I was sure of it. We had overcome our differences and moved past our history. Nothing was going to come between us. Or so I thought.

“So, you can tell me now,” Grant began in a casual manner. “It was just you and Brody tonight, wasn’t it?”

“What?” I asked, sure I hadn’t heard him correctly. I hadn’t been paying full attention, so when he spoke, I only half heard. And from what I heard, I hoped was mistaken.

“Your drinks tonight? Was it just you and Brody? There was no one else. It’s okay. You can tell me.”

I sat up straight and turned to face him. He didn’t look mad, which was a relief, but I could sense his rage was on the precipice. If I said one wrong thing, I was sure to send him hurtling over the edge.

“Like I said. It was drinks with co-workers.”

“Okay,” he said, seeming to agree. He nodded his head to himself as he sat up, too. “So, I guess I didn’t see Selena tonight at Hot Damn? I suppose I imagined that?” His voice had risen, but only slightly.

“What? Yes, she was with us, but she left early.” It was the truth. There was no need to lie. Or so I thought.

“Liar!” he suddenly exploded. “I know it was just you and Brody. I know the reason that you were late was because you were with him, loving the way he looks at you. Talks to you. Loving how much he wants to fuck you.”

“What. No! That’s not—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” I screamed back, climbing from the bed. I held the bed sheet over my body as I stood over him. “Even after Selena left, there were others there. I was never alone with him. Not for one second.”

His nostrils flared as he looked me up and down. But as he did, I was relieved to see that he was calming down. And for a moment there, I thought that maybe he was going to believe me. But, despite the fact that his anger had faded, his conviction had not.

“I don’t believe you. I don’t. And I don’t know if I can ever believe you.”

And there it was. That wound that I thought I had managed to close up was still there. Despite all I had done and all I had said, he still harbored resentment for what I had done so many years ago. No matter what, he was never going to trust me.

“So, what now?”