Kaleb (24 page)

Her
eyes widened as realization dawned. She went to stand, but Kaleb’s firm hand
landed on her back, holding her in place.

“Kaleb,
wait.” She whispered, not understanding the strange desire that had set forth
in her belly.

“No
waiting.” He replied. “And don’t you dare move.”

She
whimpered because her body instinctively knew that whatever was to come would
result in a mind blowing orgasm. If he would just line up behind her, she could
spread her legs farther apart, and he could thrust into her hard and fast,
exactly like she...
Oh God!!

Her
ass burned, and she nearly face planted into the wall when she went to move her
hands to her now stinging ass. “What the fuck was that for?” She screamed as
she stood, covering her bottom where she figured there was an imprint of his
hand.

“Turn
around. Put your hands on the wall, Zoey.” Kaleb growled the instruction.
“Now.”

She
turned, not saying another word because honestly, her ass might’ve been
burning, but her pussy was throbbing and she figured she could endure whatever
it was he wanted to do to her as long as he would fuck her.

This
time when she faced the wall, Kaleb’s hands braced her hips and she felt the
head of his cock sliding down the crack of her ass. Then the warmth of his body
disappeared, and another stinging slap came down on her bottom, the opposite
side as the last one.

“How many, Zoey?”
He asked, and she had no idea what he was talking about.

“What?”

“How
many spankings do you get?” He chuckled, his warm hand caressing the sting he’d
just left. “How many until you understand how much I cannot tolerate you
walking away from me?”

How
many?
Shit, two was plenty. She had no idea how many he
expected her to say. “I don’t know.”

“I
do.” Kaleb said, pressing one hand on her back, pushing her down farther until she
couldn’t keep her hands on the wall any longer. “Put your hands on her ankles.”

This
was humiliating. Zoey was now bent over at the waist, her hands clasping her
ankles and the backs of her thighs screaming from the burning stretch. She
wasn’t all that flexible, but she couldn’t seem to argue with him.

Another
slap landed, and she nearly tumbled over, but Kaleb put his hand on her back,
holding her still.

“Count
them.” He instructed.

Did
that mean the three that he’d already given her? She didn’t know, but decided
to start with four.

Several
additional slaps landed, and Zoey tried to keep up with the count, but the
tears were running down her face, the burning sensation almost too much. However,
she was so turned on, she couldn’t move, praying that, after the next slap,
Kaleb would bury his cock in her pussy and put her out of her misery.

But
he didn’t.

Another
two slaps landed before Kaleb’s warm, moist tongue was on her ass, licking the
heated flesh before dipping into the crack of her ass. She spread her legs
apart, keeping her hands on her ankles and although the blood was rushing to
her brain, she didn’t want him to stop.

When
he started reaming her anus with his tongue, she knew what he was preparing
for, and Zoey wasn’t above begging. Then he stood again, two more slaps landed
on her ass before he thrust one finger inside her ass, slowly, gently pushing
in and pulling out repeatedly until she was moaning and pushing her bottom
against his hand.

This
went on for several long minutes, two or three slaps on her behind alternated
with his fingers thrusting into her ass. She was on the brink of an explosive
orgasm when he stopped altogether and told her to stand up.

“Move
over to the bed and bend over.”

Oh,
she certainly liked that idea. Her ass and the backs of her thighs were on fire
from where he had spanked her – she still didn’t understand why she liked it so
much – and her back was tight from bending over. At least laying on the bed would
allow her to relax a little.

“Please,
Kaleb.” She begged when her upper body was laying on the bed, her ass still
sticking out, begging for his touch.

“Please
what?” He asked, and Zoey heard the rusty, gravelly sound of his arousal. Their
little spanking session had apparently affected him as much as it had her.

“Fuck
me.”

“How?
Where do you want my cock, Zoey?”

“In me.”
Kaleb chuckled again, but he didn’t give her what she wanted and she groaned.
“Please, Kaleb.”

“Tell
me. Where do you want my cock?
In your pussy?
Or in your ass?”

God,
why was he leaving it up to her? She was so fucking turned
on,
she didn’t give a damn where he fucked her as long as he did it soon. But she
knew what he wanted, and quite frankly, what he wanted was what she wanted.
“In my ass.
Fuck my ass, Kaleb.”

“I’m
going to fuck you hard. I can’t hold back.” His words sounded like a warning,
but Zoey wouldn’t tell him that they were more of a promise to her ears.

“Please.”
She begged again slipping her hand beneath her body, finding her clit with her
fingers.

“That’s
it, baby.” His sexy voice boomed through the room as he moved around behind
her. “Play with your clit. Then I want you to bury two fingers in your pussy
when I fuck your ass.”

Oh
yes!

Zoey
worked her fingers furiously over her clit as Kaleb moved behind her. She
expected him to separate her ass cheeks and press inside of her, but once
again, another slap landed on her ass, and she screamed, her fingers stilled.

“Now, Zoey.”
Kaleb exclaimed, pushing his cock into her faster than she expected, stealing
her breath, but the pain disappeared as fast as it had come on.

“Fuck
your pussy with your fingers, baby.”

She
tried, she honestly did, but the only thing Zoey wanted was for him to move
faster. She needed to come, and it didn’t matter how he made that happen, her
body was pulled tighter than a bow, begging, pleading for release.

Kaleb
gripped her hips and began ramming into her ass, harder, faster, over and over
until she was moaning and having a hard time focusing on what her hands were
supposed to be doing.

“Come
for me, Zoey. Come for me, baby.” Kaleb’s voice sounded strained, as though he
were fighting to hang on.

Zoey
cried out, “Please, Kaleb. Make me come.”

She
didn’t know what was stopping her, didn’t know why she couldn’t reach that
pinnacle that would rocket her into ecstasy, but she couldn’t. It was then that
Kaleb’s fingers replaced hers, burying deep in her pussy, curving until he hit
that perfect spot that had fireworks detonating behind her eyes and her body
tightening painfully.

“Come
for me!” Kaleb’s sexy voice boomed louder than before, a command, not a request
and Zoey’s orgasm tore through her as Kaleb roared his release.

♂♀

Kaleb
couldn’t close his eyes, although Zoey didn’t seem to be having any problem
with it. What had just happened between the two of them had been the most
intense situation Kaleb had ever found himself in. Did he go around spanking
his partners?
Ummm...
That would be a no. Until Zoey,
Kaleb had never spanked another soul.
Ever.

Yet
when she had walked away from him for the second time, trying to shut him out,
he’d been so pissed off; his only thought was of making sure she remembered not
to do it again. He didn’t want her to shut him out. He didn’t want her to walk
away from him. What did that mean? Hell he didn’t know, but he knew he couldn’t
take it if she turned away from him now.

Holding
her in his arms, her soft, warm body lying across his, cuddled into him like
she was meant just for him, Kaleb knew he wasn’t walking away from this
unscathed.

Not
this time.

For
twenty years, he’d been her friend. He had stood beside her, both of them
listening when the other needed someone to, hanging out so they wouldn’t be
alone, and just having a good time in between.
But, this.
This was more.

And
Kaleb wanted more. Hell, he wanted everything with Zoey.

That
should’ve been easy to convey, but with her stunning news from earlier that
afternoon, there was no way he could just drop that little bomb on her. She’d
think it was a setup, and he wouldn’t be able to blame her. But what he wanted
from Zoey wouldn’t change, even if she decided not to sell her father’s land.
Travis might be pissed at first, but they were resilient, and they’d figure out
another way. In truth, they didn’t need the land, but it would make it simpler.

The
woman got under his skin all those years ago when he first met her and he’d
been enthralled with her ever since.
And now...
Now he
was just flat out in love with her, and there wasn’t a single thing he wouldn’t
do to make her happy. He just didn’t know how to tell her now, so he’d bide his
time, and pray that the right moment would present itself.

♂♀

Kaleb
was sitting in the office when Zane walked through the door, making as much
noise as possible it seemed.

“What
the hell is wrong with you?” Kaleb asked, not looking up from his computer.

“Fuck
off.”

Well,
that was one hell of a greeting. Kaleb stopped typing the email he’d been working
on, and looked up at his youngest brother. “Seriously, what’s up?”

Zane
took his coffee mug and sat in the chair across from Kaleb’s desk, not looking
at him. When he didn’t speak, Kaleb broke the silence. “How’s Vanessa?”

That
got Zane’s attention and his eyes darted upward, meeting Kaleb’s. What he saw
on his brother’s face could only be described as torment.
Oh, shit
.

“Hell
if I know.”

“Are
you still seeing her?” He asked, not knowing whether Zane wanted to talk or
not, but figuring while he was there, he might as well ask.

“You
mean fucking her?”

Ouch.

“No,
that’s not what I meant, actually.” Kaleb remembered what had happened that
first day at the cleanup at Anderson’s. The way Zane acted hadn’t been that of a
man just interested in fucking a woman.

“She
said I went all
caveman
on her.” Zane admitted,
sounding defeated.

Well,
hell.

Before he could say anything more, in
walked Braydon and Brendon right in time to save the day.

“What’s
up, Bubba?” Both Zane and Kaleb glanced at Braydon, unsure which of them that
he was talking to.
Probably both.

“When
the two of you are together, it can only mean trouble.” Kaleb said, leaning
back in his chair now. There was no way he was going to get any work done. Not
that he knew what he was supposed to be working on anyway. His mind was so
cluttered with thoughts of
Zoey,
he had a difficult
time focusing on any one thing.

“Have
y’all closed on that land deal yet?” Brendon asked, grabbing an energy drink
from the refrigerator before joining them in the small office area.

“No.
Zoey’s going to get back with us at the end of the week.”

“How
is she anyway?” Zane asked, sounding interested for once.

“Good.
Why?”

“No
reason.”

Ok,
this conversation was going precisely nowhere.

“Why
are you here, Zane?” Kaleb decided to be blunt. “What the hell is going on?”

“Shit
if I know. Vanessa won’t talk to me, and I don’t know what the fuck I did
wrong.”

“Well,
that’s easy.” Brendon offered. “You went all
caveman
on her ass.
Going after that jackass Jake and all.”

“He
fucking deserved it. He deserved to get the shit kicked out of him.” Zane said,
looking none too happy with Brendon’s two cents.

“Maybe,
but did you have to do it in front of everyone?” Braydon asked. “You called
attention to it, and after you left, everyone was talking about it.”

“Shit.”
Zane leaned forward, elbows on his knees, holding his head in his hands.

“She’ll
get over it.” Kaleb said because that’s what the moment called for. He had no
idea whether Vanessa would get over it or not. He still didn’t know what the
hell had happened, other than the little bit Zoey had told him.

“Bullshit,
man.” Brendon laughed. “Vanessa Carmichael does not get over anything. The
woman holds a grudge forever.”

Braydon
laughed. “She sure does. Remember that time we colored the ends of her hair
with chalk in Mrs. Rose’s class?”

Brendon
smiled. “Oh shit. I remember that. She didn’t talk to us for the rest of the
year.”