The Anniversary Party (9 page)

The words lifted her higher, pushed her to the razor's edge of release. Wade twisted his hand beneath her and cupped her bottom. Tracing feather-light patterns on her skin. He brushed a finger over the tight bud of her anus and Kylie felt the bundle of nerves there sing. She felt her sex quiver, clamp, and tighten as a flood of warm euphoria spread like wildfire through her blood.

"There's my girl.” He sighed, his pace quickening, his face growing dark. “Come with me,” he said and this time it was a command. Wade bucked his hips, growling out her name, driving into her with a force that slid her along the bed. The sound of her name tearing out of his throat did her in.

Kylie sank into the orgasm. Her body clutched at him, milked him. With a final cry Wade came, and for the first time Kylie understood what it was to feel a man empty into her. She could feel his warmth as he spilled into her, she was so sensitive. The hot liquid mingling of his body with hers. More tears came but they were accompanied by laughter.

Wade lowered himself gently to her. He kissed her lips softly. Kissing a line along her nose, over her eyelids, finally resting his parted lips against her temple. His body was warm and hard and covered hers completely. Kylie let out a little sigh as ripples of pleasure continued to work through her. She felt warm inside and out. And safe. Safe for the first time in years.

"I think we're going to have a lot of explaining to do,” he said, before kissing her hair and nuzzling her neck. Wade rose up on his elbows and met her gaze. “Those were really tears of happiness?"

Kylie nodded and bit her lip to shield a smile. He was worried. “Honest to goodness."

"Because the thought of me hurting you again, in any way, is too much for me. I don't ever want to hurt you again."

Kylie let her fingers trace his full lower lip. She arched up, kissing him full on the mouth, forcing him to open to her. She kissed him for a long moment. Pulling back, she said, “The only way that's going to happen is if you leave again. I know you have a demanding job but we can work something out. I don't expect you to—"

"I rented an apartment by my folks,” he blurted, looking sheepish.

"You did?"

"I was fully prepared to give it up if you wanted me to go. It was all up to you. I came here hoping to fix this. Fix us. But if it didn't work, I wasn't going to force you to live five minutes from me."

"So you came with an agenda?” Kylie smiled.

"You. You were my agenda."

"I think you should keep the apartment. Maybe one day you won't need it anymore."

"Don't tease a man, Kylie.” He grinned but just beneath the surface Kylie could see hope.

"Let's see how it goes. I think I may have plenty of room here for possibly having a roommate one day. I only have one rule."

"What's that?” He rolled off her and Kylie's heart broke just a little as his cock slid from her.

She snuggled back against him and said softly, “Trust. That's my rule. You have to always trust me. Trust me with the truth. Trust that I love you. Trust in what we're going to rebuild."

"I can live with that rule,” he said, before licking the nape of her neck. Laughing at the exaggerated shiver it provoked. “In fact, I love that rule."

"Good. I know you're famous and all but even you have to play by the rules,” Kylie said. She reached back, playing her palm along his long, lean thigh.

"Don't forget we have an interview to do day after tomorrow,” he muttered against her neck and she laughed at the vibration.

"We could start now.” She sighed.

"Shoot."

"Tell me, Pix, what's your favorite pastime?"

"How about if I show you,” Wade said with a sly grin as he flipped her onto her back. Then he squirmed his way down her body, talented tongue lashing out every few inches. “I prefer full contact sports,” he said, blowing a soft breath against her already engorged clit.

"Oooh, I have heard rumors about you."

"Like what?” he mumbled, running his tongue over her labia, laving her just hard enough to make her arch her back and squirm.

"That you're a real man's man,” she gasped, praying he would do it again.

"I prefer to be a real woman's man. This woman.” He sighed and flipped her legs over his wide shoulders. Then he dipped his head and feasted.

Kylie let herself rise up on the sensation of his hot lips on her sex. He suckled her clit gently and then attacked with sensuous licks, nuzzles, and swirls. Kylie grabbed fistfuls of hair, way past the point of manners. She bucked her hips, greedily shoving her pussy against his mouth.

Wade chuckled sinfully and rose to the challenge. He met her open-mouthed, sucking her in, exploring each crevice of rosy skin. Kylie let the sensation swallow her. Nothing but heat and pleasure. When he drove a broad finger into her, sliding through her creamy fluids, she fisted her hands in the sheets and let go.

"Wade!” His name ripped out of her throat propelled by the pleasure he had inspired. She didn't have time to feel foolish at the cliché of crying his name as wave after wave of delicious release rocketed through her.

Wade coaxed each drop of pleasure from her. Lapping her gently with the flat of his tongue.

When her trembling settled and her breathing slowed, he grinned up at her from between her parted thighs. “That, Miss Kylie, is my favorite pastime."

"Wonderful,” she giggled, “but I don't think I can print that."

He lay down next to her and pulled her close, wrapping his lean body around hers. Kylie had never felt happier. Safer. “Well, we have all night to come up with a pastime suitable for public consumption. Give me ten minutes and I'll show you my second favorite pastime and tell me what you think."

Kylie nudged her hand between her bottom and his hips. She took his cock in her hand and felt him jump in her palm. “Ten minutes?” She snickered, giving him a squeeze followed by a stroke. After a few of those he grew hard in her hand. Pliable steel with a head of satin.

Wade hissed in air as she thumbed his tip, feeling the slick pre-cum that had already gathered there. His hips bucked as he pumped into her fist, his breath hot on her neck.

"That seemed more like ten seconds.” Kylie giggled.

"You bring out the animal in me,” he growled and flipped her. Kylie squealed as Wade drove into her in one long, satisfying thrust. “Pastime number two,” he grunted, filling her once again to her core. “Think you can print it?"

With each stroke Kylie felt her body clench, her willing sheath spasmed with the prospect of another orgasm. “Don't think so,” she sighed, “but we'll just have to keep trying. It'll have to wait though,” she gasped as a flower of pure bliss unfolded low in her belly, “we have a party to get back to."

They both did their best to be presentable. Kylie felt her mother's eyes on her the moment she rejoined the party. No one else was paying attention. Not even Fawn who was over in the corner chatting with their cousin Michael. But Carole's eyes flitted from Kylie to Wade and back again. She pulled Kylie to the side.

Kylie felt herself blush in her mother's presence and tried to contain her smile.

"It's snowing!” Carole said with a grin. “You know what you always say about snow?"

Kylie felt her blush grow deeper. Her cheeks were heated but her heart was full. “It's like a brand new beginning. A clean slate. Everything fresh and white,” Kylie dutifully said.

Carole nodded. “And you have never been more right. I take it you two have worked things out? Or at least are on your way to working things out? You both seem pretty ... rejuvenated.” She winked.

"Mom. I don't know what you think,” Kylie lied through her teeth, “but I would never do that at your party."

"Oh, I know that, honey. I just think you two are headed in the right direction now. Mother's instinct. You can finally have what your father and I have. If you play your cards right."

"We'll see, Mom.” Kylie sighed. She was beyond embarrassed.

"Well, again, since it is my special night, I will say mother's intuition.” Carole smoothed Kylie's hair and kissed her cheek. “Thank you for this. It's wonderful. And by the way, honey..."

"Yes?"

"Your blouse is on inside out. You might want to fix that."

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