“YOUR DESTINATION IS ON THE right,” the voice on the GPS confirmed. Positioned behind the steering wheel of his Range Rover, Richmond pulled into the driveway of Kayla’s home and parked next to her red, raggedy truck. He felt absolutely lousy for the way he’d treated her earlier and definitely owed her an apology. Thank God his mother could watch Isabelle for a little while so he could make an appearance at her home and apologize face to face.
Walking along the short length of the driveway toward the front porch, he wondered if maybe he should’ve just called instead of showing up uninvited like this. No, the apology needed to be handled in person and before she arrived at work tomorrow. After the way he’d behaved earlier, it wouldn’t surprise him if Kayla quit working for him. If she did, it’d devastate Isabelle. Hoping she wouldn’t quit on him, he cursed. I’ve got to make things right with Kayla.
Anxious to apologize, Richmond mounted the steps to the porch. The worn wooden planks, in obvious need of urgent replacing, squeaked beneath his shoes. Standing on her porch, he pressed the button to the doorbell, but didn’t hear it ring. Perhaps it was broken. Waiting for Kayla to answer the door, flying wasps encircled the light bulb in the ceiling. Jeez, she sure was taking a long time to answer.
Tired of waiting, he gripped the handle of the screen door, pulled it open, and pounded his fist on the front door. “Kayla. It’s me, Richmond. I need to talk to you—” The hard pounds from his balled fist caused the door to crack open. “Kayla.” He inched his head between the door and the frame and peeped around her living room. It was empty. “Kayla. It’s me, Richmond.”
When she didn’t answer, he became worried. He pushed the door all the way open, stepped over the threshold, and fully entered. “Anybody home?!” Remembering how Salina had been all alone when someone had entered his house and murdered her, his heart drummed inside his tight chest.
Oh God. What if something had happened to Kayla? “Kayla!” Tidal waves of concern made him shudder. Instinctively, he hastened down the narrow hallway, rounded the corner, and ended up in what looked like a master bedroom.
Standing in the center of the room, breathing raggedy, he heard moans coming from way of the bathroom. “Oh yes! Richmond!” Hearing his name, he hastened toward the bathroom and burst through the door. What he saw sent his pulse skyrocketing.
Kayla’s eyes were closed. Her legs were up on the sides of the tub. Bucking her hips in the water while fondling her sex, she was screaming out his name, over and over. And I thought I was bad last night, Richmond thought, folding his arms across his chest while watching the show.
When Kayla brought her breast up to her mouth and sucked her nipple, Richmond’s shaft turned harder than stone inside his pants. Keeping her eyes shut, she let her entire boob fall from her mouth. Moaning, she squeezed her eyes tighter and screamed his name. “Richmond!”
Watching her cum, his heart took a perilous leap. “Yes, Kayla.”
Kayla’s eyes shot wide open. As her head snapped sideways to look at him, her mouth dropped wide open. Her cheeks flushed brownish-red. Shaking her head as if she’d seen a ghost, she dunked her head under the water. Water sloshed the side of the tub.
Richmond ran over to the tub, stuck his hands into the water, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pulled her up. Blinking sporadically, she gulped. “Oh my God! You’re really here!”
Raking his gaze up and down Kayla’s luscious, naked body, Richmond’s lips pulled into a grin. The dark nipples of her brown, perky breasts puckered tight. As his balls tightened with need, he lowered his gaze to her wet, hairy mound to find it saturated with bubbles. Bubbles he wanted to lick from her opening. “Yes, Kayla. I’m really here. I came here to apologize about how rude I was to you earlier today. However, if you’d like, I’d love to finish what you started.” His member ached inside his pants as it stretched a few inches.
Frowning, she slapped his hands away from her shoulders and jumped out of the tub. Obviously embarrassed because he’d walked in on her while she was masturbating to his face, Kayla snatched the towel from the rack and wrapped it tight around her body. “Did you ever think about ringing the doorbell?” Narrowing her eyes, she huffed, then folded her arms across her chest.
“I did ring the doorbell.” Seeing how flustered she was, Richmond bit back on the chuckle threatening to erupt from his mouth.
With her dripping hair matted to her head, she shrugged. “And?” Digging her nails into the white cotton towel, she jutted her chin and pouted.
She has the most beautiful lips. Lips I want to devour. And suck ‘til they’re raw. “And I’m glad you didn’t answer.” Towering over her, he dropped his head, putting his lips close to hers. “Because if you had, I never would’ve known you wanted me just as much as I,” he swallowed, “want…you.”