Kayden: The Past (18 page)

“I don’t know. I guess I thought it was the right thing to do with a baby on the way. I lusted you.”

“You lusted me?” I tried to keep my voice down trying not to draw the attention of the people in their front yards weeding their gardens.

“Lust. Maybe I was infatuated with you.”

“Can I come in so we can talk? I feel like an asshole standing out here having this conversation on your mom’s front porch. I promise to behave. I just need to understand, Danielle.”

She opened the door enough for me to enter and backed away trying not to get too close. I knew the attraction and pull was still there, that she still lusted after me. I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table, and she sat next to me.

“You found someone else?” I wanted to puke asking that question. I hoped it was just a lie that she used to get me to go away.

“Do you really want to know all this?”

I swallowed hard and thought only a moment before answering. “Yes.”

“I did, but I would’ve left with or without that person in my life. I didn’t mean for it to turn into anything it just happened.”

Again that mother fucking statement. It just happened. “Cheating doesn’t just happen, Danielle. No man just falls into your pussy by accident.”

“I was in a shitty place after losing the baby,” she said as tears began to prick the corner of her eyes, “then when you left, I found comfort talking to someone else. It was nice not to have the reminder of what I lost.”

“What we lost.”

“When I’m with you, all I can think about is what could’ve been.”

“We could’ve tried again.”

“I’m not ready to try again. I can’t take the heart break.” I reached out and touched her hand trying to comfort her. The electricity still flowed between us.

“I know, Danielle. I felt every bit of that loss with you. It was my baby, too.” I leaned over and wrapped her in my arms.

She pushed me away, “I’m not yours anymore, Kayden.”

“You’re mine until the judge says otherwise. You’re still MY wife.”

“I’ll file the paperwork. I’ve already talked to a lawyer. I’m sorry, Kayden. We’re just going different ways in life. You need to grow up.”

I didn’t have anything really to say to her. I could tell that I wasn’t going to win her back. “Okay, Danielle. I’ll sign whatever you want. I hope he makes you very happy, but I know he won’t love you like I do.” I stood to leave, but a thought came to me. I wanted to ruin her, and I knew just the way to do it. “Where’s mom?”

“Working.”

“She won’t be showing up and waiting outside for me, will she?”

“Oh no, she’s working until midnight tonight.” Brains weren’t always her strong suit.

She stood and walked me to the door but didn’t open it. I wrapped my arms around her and enveloped her in my scent and warmth. I loved this woman, but she’s wrecked me. As she started to pull away, I grabbed her face and looked into her eyes. I searched them for the love that I once saw, and I swear I still could still see it. She didn’t pull away, and her lips parted slightly. One thing Danielle and I always had was a sexual chemistry that couldn’t be matched.

I placed my lips on hers, waiting for her to say no. I pressed my lips harder and ran my tongue along them, looking for the access I wanted so badly. She opened to me and ran her fingers through my hair. I knew if I could only get my lips on her that she couldn’t resist me or the lust that made her say ‘I do’.

I fisted her hair controlling her movement; it was a weak spot for her. I commanded her like a puppet on a string; she was mine in this moment. I possessed her mouth and controlled her body with my kiss alone. I backed her up until her legs hit the cushions. Her body lowered onto the couch with mine, helping her fall gracefully. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it. I broke the kiss needing the space between us to remove her top.

“This doesn’t mean we’re getting back together, Kayden.” She stared at me as she raised her arms allowing me to remove her shirt.

“I know. I just want to bury my cock in you one more time. Think of it as a going away present.” She didn’t respond to my words verbally but began to unbutton my jeans. I removed my shirt and threw it to the ground. “Let me grab the door.” I stood up and watched as she kept her eyes on me and kicked her pants off as I locked the door.

She looked like a wild animal staring at her prey as I walked back to her. She may not love me, but I knew she fucking loved my cock. I stroked it giving her a little show before I crawled back between her legs, placing my knees on the floor. Her torso was slouched down, and I had perfect access to her beautiful pussy. I grabbed her legs and yanked her body, pulling her closer to my face. I licked my lips before placing them on her. I devoured her. I licked and sucked until her body shook and was covered in perspiration. She laid there like a heap of skin, pliable and sedate.

I crawled up between her legs and ran my cock through her wetness; my saliva and her juices mingled. I crushed my mouth to her as I rammed my cock into her heat. I was merciless. I wasn’t making love to my wife. I wanted her to feel my cock for days. I pumped into her hard and fierce. I held her legs in the air and spread them as far as they would without breaking them off her body. I pumped rapidly and didn’t let up. I wanted to get deeper, needed her to feel me at her core. I wanted to bust her cervix.

I turned her over on her stomach, moving her like a rag doll. She was always putty in my hands. I grabbed her hips and hoisted them in the air. She clung to the couch, knowing what was coming next. I pushed her head down into the couch; I wanted maximum depth.

She was face down ass up, and I loved the view from above her – her slender waist an hourglass and her skin white as snow against her reddish hair. I wrapped her hair around my hand and fisted it as I stuck my cock inside her. I held her against me like a captive, but a willing one. Her moans grew louder and more intense as her muscles tried to push me out. I held her steady with her hair and slammed into her over and over again.

“Oh my fucking God,” she yelled.

“You feel my cock inside you?” I asked slamming into her so hard the top of her head hit the arm rest.

“Yes,” she moaned drawing out the s.

“I want you to feel me for days.” I pulled her hair back, causing her eyes to look right into mine. “I want you to remember my cock inside you forever. You’ll never get cock as good or anyone who will fuck you as hard and long like I do.”

I pumped faster, faster than I thought I had in me. I was propelled by anger and vengeance at this point. It would be the last time I’d have my wife. “I want your pussy swollen, and you to only think of me.”

“Fucker,” she screamed as I slammed into her pussy one last time before pulling out and spilling onto her back. She didn’t deserve to have my come inside her, and I didn’t need the possibility of a surprise pregnancy either. I watched as it slid down her skin while I climbed off the couch.

Her body swayed back and forth as she tried to climb off the couch. “Thanks for the pussy, babe.” I pulled on my pants as she stood glaring at me.

“You hurt me, bastard.” She touched herself and winced.

“I didn’t hear you tell me to stop.” I buttoned my jeans and grabbed my shirt off the floor, pulling it over my head.

“I hate you.” She stood there naked looking like a lost puppy. She was torn; I could see it in her eyes. There was hatred there, certainly no love, but I fucked her so good that the lust still burned in her eyes.

“Feeling's mutual.” I opened the front door, and I could hear her screaming as I shut it behind me. I walked out of Danielle’s life that day. I didn’t even show up for court when the day arrived. It would go through either way, and I didn’t need the reminder of what I lost.

Free Bird ~ Jennifer

I stayed with my grandmother and helped her around the house before skipping town. I decided to listen to my mother for once and join her and Joe in Florida for the winter. My grandmother was getting old, and I wanted to make sure the house would be ready when the cold, long winter began. After a week, I was ready to leave. I needed a change of scenery.

My mom greeted me at the door with hugs and kisses. She had dinner on the table waiting for me after the two-day drive south. “It’s so good to see you, baby.”

“Mom, stop calling me that.” I shoved a forkful of meatloaf in my mouth and swallowed.

“Well, you’ll always be my baby, but okay, fine. How are you?”

“Shitty, but I’m glad to be here. I’ve missed you.”

“Me, too. I got the names of some companies for you to call down here for work.”

“Thanks. I’ll start making those calls tomorrow. I need to work. I can’t sit around this house all day.”

“I know. They’re dying for good workers down here. So many lazy bastards out there.”

“Hopefully. So, tell me how things are with you and Joe? Does he treat you right, mom?”

“You know Joe, Kayden. He treats me like a princess. He got a part-time job and so did I; we don’t see each other as much as we used to, but it’s been good for us, trust me.”

“Where are you working?”

“I started helping out at a club in town, serving drinks and helping in the kitchen.”

“A club?” I stopped eating and looked at her.

“Not a club like you’re used to. It’s just a social club with people my age. People get lonely down here sometimes, Kayden. You should come one day this week and meet everyone.”

“Yeah, maybe, mom. I’ll see what happens tomorrow. I’m exhausted after that long drive.” The drive wasn’t the only reason I felt exhausted. I felt mentally worn out from the change my life had taken in such a short time.

“You look tired. Finish up and go to bed. I have plenty to do to keep myself busy, and we have plenty of time to catch up now that you’re here.” She kissed me on the head and walked to the sink.

I shoveled the last forkfuls of food into my mouth and carried the plate to her. “Thanks, mom. I’m happy to be here with you.”

“I know you are, now scoot.” She shooed me away as she grabbed my plate and started to wash it. I grabbed my bag from near the door filled with everything I needed for that night. I brushed my teeth and crawled into bed, hoping the future looked brighter than my past.

The process to be hired took more time than I would have liked. Background checks and drug tests took time to process. You’d think I’d applied for a job other than cable installer, but I guess everyone wanted to be safe. I spent my evenings at the club as my mom liked to call it. It was a bar that required membership to enter and be able to enjoy the food and drinks. I fell into old habits and spent my evenings drinking with my mom’s friends and listening to their stories. It helped fill my nights with something other than loneliness.

The small town didn’t have much to do, and it was packed every night. The bartender was decent looking and kept flirting with me. I tried to ignore it; last thing I needed in my life was another woman to fuck it up. I needed to not put my dick in her; my mom worked here, and I wanted to be able to show my face in this place for the near future. I walked up to the bar and she had a drink waiting for me. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I can’t.”

She looked at me funny, “Can’t what?”

“I can’t sleep with you. I just want to put it out there. It’s not that you’re not hot, but I just can’t. My mom works here, and it wouldn’t be right.”