Davenport Harbor (Six Degrees Book 3) (16 page)

We basked in the intimacy of those quiet moments, in the silence and bliss we
’
d brought to one another. My hand moved to the base of him and slowly slid up to right below his navel, touching the pool of his essence. I rubbed it into his skin lazily, liking the way his skin felt. Without thinking, I brought my body up onto my elbow and pressed against his side, rubbing him, wanting to get my fill of his skin against my hands. He was watching me, but I couldn’t stop my fingers from moving. I loved the way his muscles contracted when I touched him in certain places. The contours of his chiseled abs clenched and then relaxed as I rubbed over them with my hands. After most of his release had disappeared, I locked eyes with him, gazing over my shoulder into his warm eyes. His hot gaze sent a jolt of heat to my core as I licked my fingers. I watched his nose flare. His semi-hard cock twitched against my hand. I smiled at him.

The earthiness of him filling my mouth, my body was sated. I relaxed when he moved us around so that his head was against some of the throw pillows from the couch. My head used the hard muscles on his chest for a pillow.

Closing my eyes, I let his warmth seep into me. He made me feel safe and more secure than I could ever remember. His steady heartbeat was the song of my dreams as I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

John

Waking to her in my arms, I saw her golden-brown eyes smiling and staring back at me. It made me squeeze her tightly, her soft laughter muffled by her face pressing into my chest. Letting her go slightly, I stared at her, wondering to myself how it was that I
’
d spent forty-three years without her. Without waking to her warm body tucked into my arms.

My stomach growled and she laughed, her eyes bright and carefree. I leaned in and kissed her deeply.

“
I need to get Zoey.
”
I looked towards the baby monitor on the coffee table and could hear her babbling on the other end. Rolling us so that she was under me, I looked at her, her hands now on my face, and fuck, but I liked when she did that. Every touch, every caress weakened and broke down something in me that I was not ready to admit to myself.

Her eyes were soft and smiling. I kissed her, and the way she parted her mouth instantly made me moan into it. The taste of her mixing with the soft purrs of pleasure started to revive my body, and I pulled away from her. Keeping her eyes closed, she parted that fucking sweet mouth of hers in a very satisfied, slightly shy smile, making me want to beat on my chest in some weird kind of triumph.

“
Get Zoey, I
’
ll go get us dinner.
”

“
I can make something—
”
Before she could finish her sentence, I leaned in and kissed her. It was wet and deep, and she squirmed beneath me, holding me tightly, bringing me closer. Insatiable. Pulling away from her was killing me.

“
I
’
ll grab us dinner, dessert, and a movie. I
’
ll bring it to the guest house. I
’
m spending the night.
”
She swallowed and nodded before I rolled off her and helped her up.

***

Driving back home, the delicious scent of Italian food wafting in the air, I was excited to get back. I was motivated in a way that I had never been. I
’
d walked Anne and Zoey back to the guest house, kissing her gently and slowly, trying to fight back the primal urge to take what I wanted from her. During the entire drive to get food I wore a cheesy ass smile over my face. I couldn
’
t stop it and I couldn
’
t get myself to care.

Then on top of it, I had the beautiful vision and sounds of Anne
’
s body squirming over me engraved into my memory. I
’
d never really cared about bringing pleasure to someone as much as I needed to bring it to her. When she was riding my face and giving me a hand job, her taste in my mouth, her hands on me, I couldn
’
t help but let go. It had been one of the most erotic as well as most innocent things I had shared, and somehow that made it more...intimate.

Shaking my head as I drove up the hill, my jaw twitched when I saw a very familiar cherry red Mercedes parked in my drive.
What the fuck?
The question kept repeating in my mind.
What is she doing here?
I didn’t want her here, especially not anywhere close to my kitten. My good mood faded as worry filled the pit of my stomach at what Anne might think about a woman visiting me.

Belle Garibaldi was the last person I would have expected to show up for a surprise Sunday visit. Rushing into the house with the food in hand, I was surprised to enter to the sound of female voices and light laughter coming from the living room.

Shit, had Belle brought her harem with her? Sure, I was a very valued and appreciated member of her
‘
social club
’
that served mostly men with something pretty to look at while they enjoyed a drink. Some, like myself, indulged in other services that her girls provided. I wasn
’
t ashamed. I didn
’
t have time to date and honestly, I wasn't the kind to want anything more than a good time. Or I hadn’t been, not till Anne. After the debacle at Shine last year with a dirty retired judge who
’
d lost his mind and had tried to implicate me in the mess, Belle and I had grown somewhat close. On rare occasions, she
’
d show up here with a bottle of great fucking Cognac, and I
’
d bring out cigars and we
’
d shoot the shit. We were almost friends. We were an odd pair to say the least.
What the hell is she doing here?

As I got closer to the living room, I heard Zoey
’
s sweet giggle and stopped in my tracks, my stomach twisting at the idea of this sweet little girl and Anne around her.

“
Anne, this is delicious. Thank you. I can't tell you when I ate my last home-cooked meal.
”
I watched from the doorway as Belle told Anne.

“
It's nothing. Do you eat at your restaurant?
”

“
Usually,
”
I heard Belle answer.
“
My kitchen would love someone like you. You have a talent with cooking.
”
The idea of Anne anywhere close to Shine made my hands ball into fists and my stomach clench. If I was honest, the idea of going there again, even alone, made me slightly ill.

“
Thank you,
”
Anne responded in a tone as if Belle had somehow made her uncomfortable, and for a moment I wondered if she knew whom she was feeding. There was so much about her that I didn
’
t know yet, but she was all I could think about. Like a disease that was only getting worse.

I straightened my back, my face expressionless as I walked into the living room. But any chance of me trying to seem unaffected by the unwanted visitor and the beautiful woman in my living room disappeared the moment I laid eyes on the girl in front of me.
Shit
. This wasn’t good.

Princess Zoey was on the floor, a small soft looking crocheted blanket in various shades of purple was laid out on the hardwood. That little girl melted what some called a heart, or what little I had left in my chest, especially when her huge doe eyes landed on me, and like every single time she saw me, her arms immediately went up.

“
Mr. Davenport,
”
Anne said, and I turned to her, watching her as she nervously stood up from the couch and came straight to Zoey, picking her and the knitted purple blanket up. I
’
d grown to like that blanket on the floor.

“
Sorry about that, sir.
”
I frowned at her coldness. What was my little kitten up to?
“
Your dinner is ready and in the fridge. I
’
ll leave you and your guest. Good night,
”
she mumbled nervously, not really looking at me.
She cooked? After we had made plans? Did she think Belle and I
…
?
Shaking my head, I watched her intently as she got Zoey settled into the stroller that was off to the side.

“
John?
”
Belle asked.

“
Belle, I
’
ll be right with you,
”
I mumbled, my eyes not leaving Anne as she struggled slightly with Zoey.

“
Take your time.
”
Even her husky voice couldn’t hide the obvious smile Belle was sporting. My heart was racing in my chest, and I wondered why Anne was leaving, why she was acting the way she was.

“
I
’
ll walk you out,
”
I sternly insisted before she could argue. Anne turned, her body bent, her delectable ass in the air. My body started to react to the sight and memory of her sitting on my face not even an hour ago, my cock hardening against the soft material of the dark grey slacks I
’
d changed into.

Her face was unreadable, and I didn’t like it as I watched her stand, her supple body mere inches from mine.

“
You don
’
t have to,
”
Anne responded, her face switching from expressionless to slightly confused.

“
I know,
”
I quickly responded, but didn’t move. Her confused eyes widened a bit. She quickly looked over my shoulder at what I could only guess was a very intrigued Belle before her eyes met mine once more.

“
Anne, think about my offer.
”
Her eyes shifted to her and she nodded before finishing strapping Zoey in. I physically made myself not react to whatever the fuck Belle was talking about.

“
Ready?
”
My tone was slightly harsher than intended. Her eyes met mine and roved down to my mouth. I watched as she quickly and nervously licked that perfect puffy flesh known as her lower lip, and everything in my body awoke and tightened.

“
I will, Miss Garibaldi. Thank you,
”
Anne politely answered, snapping me out of my pre-pubescent lust-filled thoughts. The hell she would be considering anything Belle offered. Placing my hand on her lower back, I muttered something about being back soon over my shoulder as I lead her and Zoey
’
s stroller towards the front door.

Stepping out of the house and towards the guest house, I helped Anne with the stroller like I had been doing for a while. Only a couple of days ago, these had been the moments I
’
d looked forward to my entire day while in the office. I
’
d thought about the way it would feel to touch her lower back, have my hand graze against hers; it
’
d been great. Now, knowing more about her, like the way she caught fire when I kissed her, like the purrs that came from deep within her when I did things she really liked, like knowing the taste of her and her touch on me was going to kill me. Especially, since I knew that when I left her at the door of the small house that made me feel a part of something greater, I was going to have to walk back to the monstrosity of my place and have to deal with Belle and whatever the hell she wanted, and that was the last way I wanted to spend my Sunday night. Especially one that had held so much fucking promise less than an hour ago.

Anne

His touch. God, his touch. I craved it and I hated myself for it. When Belle Garibaldi had shown up mere minutes after John had left to get dinner, my stomach had sunk. She had looked slightly familiar, yet I couldn
’
t really place her and figured she just had one of those faces. My stomach sank at the thought of this being a woman that John might be seeing.

Since Zoey and I had landed here the night of the storm, he
’
d always come home, so I’d assumed he was single.
Dear God, what if he isn
’
t? What have we done?

“
You
’
re quiet,
”
he stated the obvious, and I almost wanted to roll my eyes at him.

“
I
…
I didn
’
t know you were going to have company.
”
I tilted my head back to the main house.

“
She
’
s just a friend.
”

“
It
’
s none of my business.
”

“
It isn
’
t?
”
His dark eyes felt as if they could look right through me, and this time, I did roll my eyes.

“
Look. We crossed some lines,
”
I stopped talking because in a blur, he pulled me close, his finger on my lips.

“
Shh,
”
he silenced me and I watched him,
“
I don
’
t know what is going on in that little mind of yours, but it needs to stop.
”
I frowned, and he smiled that damn smile that made my mind turn into goop.
“
I don
’
t know what she said or how she introduced herself, but she
’
s an acquaintance.
”
Hope stupidly started to filter through me.

“
I have to see what she wants, but the moment she
’
s gone, I
’
ll bring over dessert and a bag. Tomorrow, I
’
m not going into work. I might not go into work all week."

“
John.
”

“
I want us to spend time together,
”
he laid it out so dang honestly that all I could do was nod.

Reaching the front door, he took the key from my hands and helped bring in Zoey
’
s stroller, then stepped out to where I stood at the doorway. His hands cupped my jaw, his thumb grazing the apples of my cheeks.