“I’ll buy you fifty fucking new ones. They were in my way and had to go,” I say against her skin and she giggles.
Feather-light kisses caress my shoulder as I kneed her tits. Her taut nipples rub against my chest as I grab her face and kiss her hungrily. The only word that floats through my sex-hazed brain is mine. How this woman will always be mine.
My index finger slips inside her. “Damn, Kitten. You’re always so ready for me.”
“It’s because I always want you,” she breathes into my ear.
I slip my hand away from her body and flip her onto her back. “That’s good to know because I always fucking want you, too.” I grab her hand and guide it to my stiff cock. “You do this to me. Just the thought of sliding into you causes this. I love being inside you.”
She bites her lip as she sits up and makes quick work of freeing my dick from my jeans and boxer-briefs. Her wet tongue darts out from behind her teeth and she licks my shaft from root to tip on both sides while she stares up at me, watching my reaction.
Her lips wrap around me and she swirls her tongue around the head before taking even more into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth causes a tingle to erupt all over my body and I shudder from the pure delight.
I sweep her hair to the side and hold it back as I watch her work. The sight alone nearly makes me come in her mouth. “Damn, baby. You’re so fucking good at that.”
I suck a quick breath in through my teeth when she looks up at me and says, “I need you inside me.”
As much as I want to make that happen for her, I shake my head. “I believe in fair play.”
Before she can say another word I grab her hips, yank her ass to the edge of the bed and kneel down. I spread her thighs open and then use my fingers to open her folds to expose her swollen clit. I circle my tongue around it and taste the sweet juices of her arousal. I fuck her with two fingers while using the trick of drawing a figure-of-eight with my tongue to work her into a frenzy. She grabs handfuls of the comforter at her sides as she cries out and screams my name. Her pussy clenches my greedily around my fingers as she rides the wave of her orgasm.
Her body goes limp as I stand and guide my cock into her. “Mmmm. I’ll never get tired of fucking you.”
I shove into her down to the base and then pull back out, loving how wet she is. I wrap one of her legs around my waist and props the other up on my chest as she leans up on he elbows. “Oh, Zach. That’s it. Right there.”
I love it when she lets me know I’m pleasing her. Mutual gratification is always the goal when I’m making love to her.
My fingers dig into her hips as I pump faster while she stares up at me with hooded eyes and her mouth hanging open. Our eyes stay locked as warmth spreads over my body. I try to fight it off and think about something else, but it’s fucking impossible with her looking up at me like that—all sexed-up and panting.
I feel myself slipping into sweet oblivion, and I know I can’t hold back much longer. Aubrey’s brow furrows and her mouth pulls into an ‘O’, and I nearly loose my mind as I know she’s about to find bliss with me with time. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” She closes her eyes and cries out my name. “Shit,” I growl.
A whimper escapes her as she lets go at the exact time I do. Heat pulses through me as I fill her full. I love coming inside her. I never knew the difference wearing a condom made until I experienced raw sex with Aubrey that first night. Now, I’m fucking addicted to it, just like I am this amazing woman beneath me.
It takes a second for the nerves in my body to stop twitching and for me to regain my composure. Aubrey grins up at me while biting the tip of her manicured fingernail. She’s fucking adorable.
I bend down and kiss her lips. “I fucking love you, do you know that?”
She laughs. “I have a pretty good idea.”
I move my hips and slide my still semi-erect cock in and out of her. “This should give you a great fucking idea. I’m already gearing up for round two.”
Her lips crush mine. “You really are a machine.”
“Damn straight, babe. I’m ready to make you scream all night long.”
She shakes her head and grabs my shoulders pulling me down and then rolling onto of me. “It’s my turn to take control.”
With that I lay back and enjoy the show while my woman fucks me like there’s no tomorrow.
“Shit!” Aubrey exclaims as she turns her phone on. “Ten missed calls from my mother and three from Gabe.”
“Maybe you should call them back. They’re worried about you,” I suggest.
She shakes her head. “They should be worried about me ever speaking to them again after the way they treated you.”
I can’t argue with her much there. The Judge have might as well punched me square in the balls and placed a restraining order on me to stay away from his daughter with the way he acted towards me. When he slapped that money in my hand, it took everything in me not to shove it down his throat and tell him I wipe my ass with more. I was pretty proud that I was able to keep my temper in check and merely shove it in my pocket once he found out I was with Aubrey, and not some fucking servant.
Gabe seems pretty cool though. “Why don’t you at least call your brother and tell him the tattooed deviant didn’t steal you away and murder you. That should ease your mother’s mind and keep her from passing out again.”
Kitten sits next to me on the bed and frowns. “I don’t know what’s come over them. They’ve never been such...”
“Assholes?”
She answers with a sad smile. “Yes, assholes. I’m sure it was a lot for them to take in. They’re not used to me being with someone who looks like you.”
I nod thoughtfully and my mind drifts back to the reason we came here in the first place. “You mean they’d much rather see you with that douchebag, Isaac?”
She rolls her pretty green eyes. “Someone exactly like him.”
“You know, Kitten, meeting them really makes me understand why you were standoffish in the beginning and only wanted a fast fuck from me.”
“It does?” I hear the question in her voice.
“Of course it does, but it also shows me how much you care about me—about what you’re willing to risk to be with me.” I push a lock of hair behind her ear. “I love you, babe.”
“I love you, too.”
She turns the phone over in her hand and I can see how hard fighting with her family is for her. My heart squeezes at the thought of her pain, and I’ll do anything to bring a smile back to that pretty face.
I nudge her arm. “Call them.”
She shakes her head again.
“At least call Gabe.”
Aubrey sighs and turns the phone over to stare at the screen. “I guess it won’t hurt to call him.”
I give her another little nudge. “Go on.”
Her fingers fly over the keys and then she places the phone up to her ear, waiting for a familiar voice on the line. “Hey...I know, but...really?” She turns toward me with wide eyes. “Maybe...No...No promises, Gabe. If they act like that again, I’m done...All right. I’ll talk to you soon.”
Anxious to know about the other side of that conversation, I try and coax some information out of her. “Sooo...what’s going on?”
“They want us to come back over for dinner. Gabe says they want to apologize and start over now that the shock of the situation has worn off.”
I tilt my head to the side. “You know, I was thinking about something.”
“What’s that?”
It’s a hard subject to broach, but it’s something I need to know. “Why would you so blatantly defy them to be with someone like me?”
Aubrey stretches her hand up and glides her fingers from my cheek to my earlobe. “Being with someone like you was never in the plan, but I can’t help that I find your bad-boy ways so damn appealing. I know that wanting to make a life with you is seriously against the rules, which is why I only wanted to keep our relationship to one night. B
ut you grew on me and I couldn’t drag you out of my heart no matter how hard I tried. The more I’m with you, the more I want you. I love you, Zach. For some crazy, messed up reason you’re my soul-mate. The man I’m supposed to be with forever.” She looks away from me. “I really can’t explain it without sounding like a total girl. It’s like fate brought you and I together.”
I lean down and brush my lips against her shoulder. “I feel the exact same way.”
She gazes into my eyes and blinks a couple times. “You do?”
“Of course I do. Now, get some clothes on and let’s go give your family the do-over they want. I promise not to hold your father’s dickhead actions against him.”
She nods. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
“He’s your pops, babe. I’ll suck it up and try to reel in the asshole gene that I love to display just as long as he doesn’t fucking push me.”
Kitten’s lips pull into a lop-sided smile. “Thank you.”
Thirty minutes later, Kitten and I are parked in the same exact spot in the driveway. For some strange reason, I feel the nerves getting to me. Even being on stage in front of thousands of people doesn’t make my hands feel clammy like this.
What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s just her dad. I’ve told executives and big shots who call themselves in charge of the band off before, which could’ve flushed the bands career down the toilet, and never felt like this.
I risk a glance at Aubrey and she’s chewing on her lip. “Hey.” I touch her hand. “It’s going to be a lot better this time.”
She sighs. “I hope so.” Her eyes flit up to the house and then back to me. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I hop out of the car, not giving her any more time to dwell on the what-if’s.
She opens her door before I have a chance to make it over to her and steps out of the car. A timid smile crosses her lips before she grabs my hand in hers and tugs me towards the front door.
The second we step onto the landing the door swings open and her brother greets us with a grin. “That was quite the show. I’m really glad I came back for this.”
Aubrey rolls her eyes. “You look for any excuse to get out of school. Tell me again how you’re managing to make it through med school?”
“Ha. Ha. You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
She pinches his cheek as she passes him, and we step through the threshold. “I’m only joking. I know if you didn’t take that year off to go back-packing through Europe with me you’d be done by now. It put us both behind in school, but it was totally worth it.”
I furrow my brow. “You never told me you did that.”
Gabe pats me on the shoulder. “How long have you two been together?”
I pause as I think about that question. Our relationship has been so crazy up to this point I can’t honestly give him an answer. “I’m not sure.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Sounds like there’s a lot you two don’t know about each other. Come on, everyone’s sitting down.”
He’s right. I’m sure there’s tons of shit we don’t about each other yet, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about her. She’s amazing, and that’s enough for me. The rest will come with time. I’m sure of it.
Chapter 3
AUBREY
My father stands the moment Zach and I enter the room. “Hi, honey. Thank you for coming back over.”
Before I have a chance to answer, Mom swoops in out of nowhere and wraps me in a hug. “Dear, thank you for coming back. I’m sorry for that little scene earlier. You’re very important to your father and I, and we don’t want to drive you away by not accepting your...lifestyle. Forgive us?”
“Mom, it’s not a lifestyle. I’m not becoming a deviant. Sometimes first impressions are incorrect.” I step back and cling to Zach’s side. “Mom, Judge, I would like you to officially meet my boyfriend, Zachery Oliver.”
The Judge’s lips pull into a tight line as he extends his hand out to Zach. “Sorry about before, son. I’m Charles Jenson and this here is Connie.” He tilts his head in Mom’s direction.
“It’s good to meet you both,” Zach answers and I smile, silently thanking him for being so gracious.
“Come on, now. Everyone have a seat and let’s eat,” Mom says.
Once we’re all seated at the expansive table in my parents elegant dinning room, Anna serves salads and fills the glasses on the table with water. Zach removes his hat, revealing his crazy hair and both of my parents’ eyebrows instantly shoot up. I can tell it’s killing them not being able to say something about the hair, but they know they’re treading on thin ice here, so they hold it in.
The Judge sits at the head of the table, unfolds his dinner napkin and clears his throat. “So tell me, Zach. What do you do for a living?”
“Daddy...” I warn, wanting him to know not to cross the line.
“Calm down now, sugar. It’s a respectable question any father would ask a man his daughter brings home. I just want to get to know the boy is all.”
Zach pats my leg under the table and I instantly relax a bit. “It’s a perfectly legit question, Mr. Jenson.”
My father interrupts him. “Son, feel free to call me Judge. Most people round these parts do.”
I grip Zach’s hand and give it a squeeze so he knows no matter what he tells him or what they say, I’m with him.
“Well, Judge, I’m actually a musician. I play—”
“I knew it!” Gabe nearly shouts. “That’s where I’ve seen you before. You’re the guitarist for Black Falcon! Hot Damn!”
“Gabriel!” Mom scolds my brother. “We don’t use that type of language at the table.”
“I’m sorry, Mom, but this is Riff from Black Falcon—one of the biggest bands in the country.” Gabe stares at Zach dreamily with his mouth still agape. “I bet you pull women left and right. What are you doing with my sister?”
My mother studies Zach with curious eyes, awaiting an answer and no doubt mentally calling my boyfriend a manwhore while she waits. “How nice, you’re a celebrity. It sounds as though congratulations on your success are in order.”
Zach presses his water glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Thank you, Mrs. Jenson. My band has been really lucky to catch the breaks we have to get us to the level we’re on.”
My father swallows down his salad and then directs his attention towards Zach. “Is it safe to assume there’s quite a bit of traveling involved with being a professional musician?”
Needing to take some of the pressure of the firing squad off Zach I interject. “There is, but luckily he has enough pull to get me backstage whenever I want.”
“What’s it like back there? I bet the women are insane,” Gabe says.
“Pull yourself together, Gabriel, and act like you have some sense. You’re acting as though you were raised by wolves. The type of women that hang around those events aren’t for you.” Mom’s doing her best to keep her cool, but I can see the thought of her son indulging himself in a horde of groupies is going to cause her to loose it.
Gabe wipes some salad dressing from his mouth. “Your daughter was one of those women. They can’t all be bad.”
I choke on my water and my eyes grow wide. “Hey!”
“Actually, I met your sister during a business meeting when she worked at Center Stage Marketing. She was working on a project with us, along with Lanie Vance.” I smile up at Zach, thanking him for saving me a little bit of face with my family.
“You’re in the band that the boy Lanie married is in?” Mom’s finally starting to make the connections of how I ended up with a rock star.
“Yes, ma’am. The very same.”
“I couldn’t help noticing you said when she worked, as in past tense. Something you want to tell us, Aubrey?” I glance over at my father and tension instantly overtakes every muscle in my body.
Explaining to my family how I threw everything away in order to be with Zach is not going to go over well. They
take careers pretty seriously, especially my father.
I stare into my father’s gray eyes. “That’s actually what I came home to talk to you about. There was a complication with my job, and well, I got fired. I need your legal advice on getting my job back.”
“Fired? When?” My father asks.
“Last week, right around the time of Lanie’s wedding.”
Mom’s mouth pulls into a tight line. “Aubrey Jenson, why didn’t you tell us about this right away?”
I shrug. “Because I was embarrassed and didn’t know how to. The reason I was fired has nothing to do with my work performance, but rather whom I’m dating, and well, I didn’t want to exactly tell you about all this over the phone.”
My father narrows his eyes at Zach. “How did dating this boy cause you to lose your job?”
Zach’s hand squeezes mine and I swallow hard as the thought about revealing my truth. “I...uh...I was sort of dating my boss.”
“Aubrey!” I can hear the gasp in my mother’s voice.
My father leans back in his chair and begins poking around at his salad—no doubt pondering how to approach the subject. “Honey, I do believe you have legal grounds upon which to seek reinstatement, or in the very least, a case for wrongful dismissal.”
I sit up a little straighter in my seat and smile. “Really? That’s great. Do you think if you called them—”
He holds his hand up, effectively cutting me off mid-sentence. “As much as I would like to help you, I can’t get involved.”
My eyebrows pull in. “Why not?”
“Because I’m your father and I’m a judge now. It wouldn’t be in the best interest of the case for me to represent you since the nature of the case is...complicated.”
My shoulders slump. “Oh.”
“But,” he continues, “There is a new attorney that I know that would be great at assisting you. He’s hungry to take on cases like this. I’ll give him a call right after dinner.”
I finally dig in to my salad, feeling at ease that my father seems somewhat understanding. “So is the guy someone from your old firm?”