Watching You: KJ Elite Inc. (16 page)

The only person not laughing was Tommy. I tried my hardest to get up and walk over to him but about a foot away from him I reached out for the counter and hit a wave of blessed clumsiness that sent me flying backwards. Bracing for the floor with my eyes shut tight and holding my breath, I realized I had been saved with a strong arm wrapped around my waist and another behind my neck, pulling me up against a tightly wound body that made mine hum in anticipation and sheer delight.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in my ear. When I didn’t comply he licked the shell of my ear and bit down lightly, sending my eyelids shooting open. I was mildly impressed that he had remembered one of my spots; it got me going every single time. I gave a little whimper and felt my loins light on fire making me instantly wet. All I needed was his presence and I was a moth, the flame and the ashes.

“Why do you do this to me?” He whispered, his mouth still dangerously close to my ear.

The nerve he had.

“Why do
I
do this, to
you?”
I exclaimed short of breath.

He simply laughed and pulled his arms slowly from me.

“I’m not the one who ran away this time.”

As if I smacked him in the face, I left him with that and turned from him. I was suddenly feeling worn out and decided now that my brothers knew I was safe, they could go without my presence for a few more hours.

“Y’all I am wiped out. I haven’t been feeling well and I just wanna go lie back down.” As soon as they all began to move in on me as Tommy had, checking for my temperature, he cleared his throat quite loudly as a male warning.

I held my hands up and said, “I’m fine, really. Just a bit off, okay?” I kissed them all on the cheek watching TJ glower when I kissed Luke and then Matt, gripping the pan and spatula with such strength, I wouldn’t be surprised if they shattered. This gave me a brief but fleeting moment of triumph and childish joy.

* * *

After Tommy had cleared everyone out of the house and got Matt set up to help on the farm with Luke and Peyton, he loaded up a tray and carried it upstairs to the master suite. Debating on leaving the tray at the door, he knocked and entered instantly. What he found was going to be ammunition for his dreams and dick for years to come. Frankly it nearly killed him dead on the spot.

Taylor was asleep and in the throes of a dream that must have been one hell of a dream because she was laying there as she had last night, in just a t-shirt - his t-shirt, and her hand was just below the sheets moving up and down, in and out of her. The image left very little to the imagination. He walked in and put the tray he had momentarily forgotten about, on the coffee table in the far corner of the master suite. Determined to walk out, if it took every ounce of his will, Tommy walked back toward the door but paused in his tracks when Taylor half moaned, half called out, “Oh, Tommy!”

Tommy turned and looked to see if she was just yanking his chain but she was sincerely deep in slumber having one hell of an erotic dream.

Well fuck him. Please.

Picking up his feet that felt like he was wearing hundred pound weights, he forced himself back into walking away but she called out again, “Ah, please.”

God himself would have come from the heavens at a plea like that, conscious or not, of that Tommy was absolutely certain. Stomping all the way over to the bed hoping to wake her, he was made very aware of the painful erection trying to break free from the zipper of his jeans.

He kept chanting to himself, ‘Be a good guy Tommy, be the guy she fell in love with and married. Just tuck her in and walk away.’

He reached for the blankets at the foot of the bed against every desire coursing through his veins, he brought the covers up over her gorgeous body, writhing and panting in pleasure, calling out to him. When they were at her chin, Tommy began to pull away but was caught on the wrist by a suddenly awakened Taylor. The lust inferno blazing in her eyes, she opened her mouth to beg but instead, she went up on her knees and pulled his mouth down to hers. She was mighty fast for being so small and having just been sleeping.

“Tay.” This from Tommy though he would swear words were beyond him.

Breathless, he rested his forehead on hers and she taunted, “I’m not drunk this time TJ, what’s your excuse now?”

She raised her mouth back up to his and ran her tongue along his bottom lip before sliding it into his mouth, tasting every delectable inch of it. Tommy’s whole body caved in that one second and he leaned further into her, laying her back down and climbing over her. With his hands on either side of her head in the perfect push up position, he explored her mouth, ran his tongue from her ear to her neck, taking little tastes of her neck and down to the scoop of the t-shirt. Easing up on to his knees to straddle her thighs, Tommy ran his hands up her shirt skimming along her soft tummy, pulling the shirt with his movements to expose her breasts.

“Sweet Jesus.” He breathed and took one in each hand. His mouth descended to her right nipple and sucked, licked, nipped and tasted. He had never tasted anything so good in his life as her body, evoking a moan from low in his throat. Moving to her left breast, he kneaded her right. Taylor arched her back, crying out and raising her chest into his face when he bit down with just enough force to incite pain with total pleasure. Moving his mouth up to lay kisses all over her stomach and chest, up to her collarbone, he pulled away long enough to yank the shirt up over her head and throw it away from the bed. Tommy couldn’t help it, he had to lean back on his heels and just take her in. Suddenly blushing, Tay went to cover herself and Tommy grabbed her by the wrists.

“Don’t.” He commanded. “I warned you once before. Don’t ever keep yourself from me. Not me.” He shook his head.

She nodded in understanding and pulled her bottom lip into her mouth.
“God Annie you are the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on in all of my life. Thank you for not changing a thing.” Taylor’s hair was to the middle of her back and the silkiest texture, just laid out all around her head and shoulders, highlighting her face. He drank her in and got drunk off the whole picture.

“Fuck me, Tommy.”

Bold. This was a side of Taylor he had only read. He shook his head at her and waved his finger.

“I’ll give you whatever you ask for, but first...”

“Take your shirt off. I’m already completely bare to you.”

“Ah, but that’s exactly the way I like it.”

Tommy shimmied down her body and then pulled her legs up and spread them wide. Taylor blushed and closed her eyes, her breathing getting more ragged.

“Fuck you’ve got the prettiest little cunt Taylor Kane.” Before she could respond he pulled his shirt off throwing it in the same direction as hers and leaned forward putting his mouth just before her mound. Tommy put his hands on either of her thighs holding her open to him and he licked up to the little pink nub, circling it and catching her clit between his lips. He flicked it with a swipe of his tongue and she pushed her hips up, more into his mouth, screaming out for him. Releasing one of her thighs, he slowly slid a finger inside of her and pumped in and out a few times.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me already baby.” He looked up her body, straight into her eyes and he put his face back to her sex, licking and sucking on her sweet nub, finger fucking her until he felt her tighten around his finger on the verge of climax. Knowing he wouldn’t last very long with her, he wanted her right there when he slid his cock into that tight little pussy.

Taylor pulled away from him and she pulled impatiently at his belt and jeans. “Get these off. Now.” She practically yelled in desperation. “Now Tommy, I need you now.”

He put his hands on hers and lifted them to lay a kiss on each palm.

“Slow down. I want to savor every single second with you.”

She paused for a second and went back to his jeans, reaching inside to free his erection. Tommy got off the bed and pulled his pants off with ease then stood before her. Taylor eyed him greedily and wrapped her hands around his cock not able to hold all of him in one hand, or hardly even two. With no warning, she scooted forward and took him into her mouth, sliding her tongue around the thick head.

Looking at him as he had done to her, she lowered her mouth down his length and took him all the way to the back of her throat and worked him in even further without so much as a gag. Clearly impressed Tommy buried his hands in her hair and guided her, cussing a mile a minute praying he could hold it in. When he came so close to losing control, he swiftly pushed Taylor below him, using his knees to open her to him. His thighs pushed against her thighs, opening her wider and guided the head of his cock to her hot entrance, ready and wet for him.

“Are you ready baby?” Taylor’s answer came when she clutched his shoulders and wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles and pulling him straight into her. Tommy’s plan of going slow was thrown out the window when Taylor had forced his hand and he slammed all the way into her. They both yelled out and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades, raking them down his back. This had only turned him on even more, if it was possible, and he pulled back slowly.

Forcing the cloud of lust to clear out, even if infinitesimally, Taylor tried to focus on the mark – It was a tattoo. Tommy had a tattoo of what looked to be Annie Oakley, her horse on it’s hind legs, a gun in her hand. Beneath it read: A.O & T.J.

One single tear rolled down Taylor’s cheek but despite it, she had a smile on her lips from ear to ear, staring him in the eyes and urging him forward again. Tommy threw slow and easy out the window all together and pumped into her again and again, pleasure building and tightening every sense. Taylor’s back arched up and he felt her tighten around him even more than she already was and he knew she was so close. Tommy bent his head down and took a nipple into his mouth, teasing and tasting, then slid a hand between them to rub on her too sensitive clit, pushing her over that cliff that led her straight to ecstasy. She hollered out his name louder than he had ever heard her and he followed right behind her with only her name on his lips. Tommy rolled them yet again so that she was on top of him, still surrounding him and dazed in euphoria.

Chapter 9

When I woke up around 3 in the morning I was alone again. I got up out of bed searching for clothes of any kind and settled for grabbing one of Tommy's tees out of his drawers. This waking up all by myself was getting old. Walking over to the door I heard a faint clicking noise I could not place and went in search of the source. Halfway down the stairs I realized it was the typing on a keyboard and now there were voices accompanying the clicking. I hedged toward the library door that was cracked open and found Tommy sitting on his couch in the back, a drink in his hand, pajama bottoms on but nothing else.

Automatically I put my hand on the door to push it open but a thin, attractive blonde came into view as she walked over to Tommy and sat closely next to him, rubbing her thigh up against his. He smiled at her and the only thing I could think was how completely stupid I was. Never once had I asked if he was seeing or sleeping with anyone. My heart sunk to the floor and as I made up my mind to go back upstairs, he looked up and his face fell. I turned and ran as fast as I could to the room where Matt was staying and ran in before even knocking. Slamming the door and locking it just as Tommy had reached the door he pounded, ultimately waking Matt up with a start.

"Taylor, open the door, please." He asked, hedging on panic and yelling.

"Yeah, I'm not that stupid anymore. Should have caught me an hour or so ago.”

I hear Matt moving around and I assume he is putting pants on considering he usually sleeps like every other man - in his birthday suit.

"Tay, what’s going on sweetheart?" He asks in a sleepy voice, yawning the last word. "Oh nothin', just me bein’ a big fat idiot." I yell so Tommy can hear.

"Please open the door Annie, I swear it is not what you think it is, despite what you think you saw."

"I don't
think
I saw anything, Tommy, I know exactly what I saw."

"What happened?" Matt asked sitting on the foot of the bed reaching out for my hand pulling me back to him.

"I came downstairs lookin' for the ass who left me alone in bed, after having sex for the first time in almost SIX years, only to find Colonel Horndog rubbin' on Miss Long, tall and blonde in the Library."

They both chuckled and I lost it.

"Y’all are nothin' but two timin', good for nothin', can't be satisfied, gotta have em' all, insensitive, pigheaded, caveman style, selfish, egotistical, prickly, jerk... douche faces!" I finish on a shout trying to catch my breath. "Ugh!"

"Please open the door baby, and let me explain."