Watching You: KJ Elite Inc. (20 page)

"There are far too many clothes between us." I whispered and giggled like a fool when his immediate response was the ripping of my top. "I have a sweater on too, Tarzan."

"Yes, but I don't need to rip that, it slides right off your arms. This," he held my shirt up and then threw it over the balcony, "was in the way."

He grinned and without taking his eyes off of mine, stood and walked the two paces to the matching chaise lounge. This piece of furniture was closest to the balcony wall and had zero cover above. When I looked up we were under the sky blanketed by billions of stars.

I sat up and let him tug the sweater down my arms, then my bottoms, leaving me only in my matching red lace boy shorts and demi bra. He sucked in a breath and took in the full picture of me ready, waiting, laid out just for him.

Being that it was November it was pretty cold out, at night especially but it was nothing against what this man made me feel. My man, if only for tonight. Looking up at him, I saw Tommy standing above me, fully clothed, as if he was waiting.

"I want you, now." I told him openly. Demanding.

"I've been around the world and you're still the most welcoming sight I've ever seen Taylor."

"Come here."

He yanked off his shirt and before he had a chance I reached over and pulled at his belt buckle; frustrated in .002 seconds until I had it off and grabbed for his button.

"Always in a hurry."

"To see you naked? You bet your fine ass, Tommy. You have the body of a God."

He chuckled and shucked his pants.

"Careful, you'll give me a big head."

"You already have one and I want it in my mouth, right now."

With that, I reached forward for him, rock hard and ready, greed and hunger surging through my veins. I rose to my knees, palming him and brought his way too big cock to my lips, licking the head like a lollipop and smacking when I pulled away. Tommy fought internally and grabbed for my hair rocking his hips toward my mouth. I took him in my mouth and tilted my head back ever so slightly to fit all of him in my mouth to the very back of my throat. His body tensed and his cock jumped, unsuspecting of my ability to deep throat him. Exactly what I was going for.

Tommy's dick was like velvet and iron, while I sucked him in and pulled my head back against his losing battle for control, I felt one of his hands caress my back and I realize he had undone my bra.

"Fuck, Taylor." He cursed and I smiled to myself.

With lightning quick movement he pulled me up his body and wrapped my legs around his middle before slowly dropping me onto him. The feel of his cock at my hot entrance was like heaven and I wiggled, sinking him deep in my pussy and yelling out his name; I instantly felt the waves of orgasm lapping at me, waiting for that final push. Tommy placed his hands on my ass, lifted me up to the tip and pulled me down hard as he thrust at the same time giving me what I needed.  I called out to him as he pumped in and out of me, building himself up.

Holding me with one hand, Tommy put the other behind my neck and pulled my head to his, grabbing my lower lip between his teeth, then kissed it. He worked his tongue into my mouth and pumped harder, faster, lifting me higher, ravaging all of me. The pure passion of his tongue had me reeling and building back up to fall with him. Tommy released my neck and feeling my nearness, put his hand between us, working my clit skillfully between his perfect fingers.

"Come for me baby.” His words were my undoing and as I came again, his grip tightened on my ass and he ground my name out, still pushing into me with a ferocity that stole my breath and my mind. I was completely his and there could be no question about that.

We stood there wrapped together and panting for what seemed like the entire night until he turned and walked back into the room, heading straight for the bathroom.

"You can let me down."

"I know." He said simply, as if I had stated that he was a man.

"Okay, I know I had my underwear on before but it seems they've mysteriously disappeared." I lean back in his massive arms and raise a brow. "Any idea where they went?"

"Ah, yes." He smiled wide. "They're probably in the tree out back where your shirt is."

I gasped and smacked his arm but couldn't help my laugh.

"I'm not sorry."

If his grin was any indication, I could tell he meant it.  

Setting me down on a chair before the vanity, I watched him in all of his naked glory, walk to the shower doors and place one hand on the wall, while the other was turning the faucets on. What I hadn't noticed before was a mark barely visible where a wedding ring would be.

"What is that?" I asked, too caught up in my own curiosity to remember that he had no clue what I was talking about. Tommy looked back to me and waited for a hint. I’ve already done this to him once and should probably stop pointing at his body and asking what things were.

"Your left hand." I pointed.

He didn't even look when he said "Very good, Annie."

"Har. Har." I rolled my eyes.

This time he looked down and shrugged. "My first mission. I refused to take my wedding ring off. Guys told me to get a tattoo if I was that serious about always wearing it." He chuckled to himself and I cringed inwardly thinking this was the remnants of a tattoo removal. "Shit went south and to make a long story and much longer night short, my hand became a conductor when it was laid on a generator. I was nervous as hell and I dropped something, hell I can’t even remember what today, but I started digging around in the dirt and grabbed a live wire.”

“You were electrocuted and you’re laughing?” I nearly yelled.

“Trust me, much worse has happened to me. Don’t need that tattoo though.” He laughed again and I thought I was going to pass out from the fear and concern that hit me. I tried to put on a brave face but he had to know.

“You’ll have to give me a bit of time to process. It may have happened to you years ago, but it’s brand new to me.”

Instead of chiding me or laughing at my concern, he just walks over to me, pulls me up and back into the shower with him. After what was hands down the most sensational shower I have ever taken in my life, the doorbell rang and I was left on my own.

* * *

Tommy took his time descending the stairs, covered only in a towel that was wrapped low around his waist. If it were one of his brothers they would have already been inside and raiding his fridge but there was no one here aside from Taylor who was upstairs drying off and that left him stumped as to who was ringing the doorbell.

Opening the door he barked, “Little late, isn’t it?” making her jump.

Tommy looked square into the face of the only woman who could potentially ruin the one thing in this whole world that was finally starting to turn back around for him.

“Oh, well don’t go getting naked without me!” Her shrilly voice piped out, already grating on his nerves.

She pushed her way past him, into the entry hall, heels clicking all the way to the round table, eyeing him like her own tasty treat.

“How many times do I have to tell y--” He was interrupted when the door to the master bedroom creaked open and Taylor walked out to the banister, looking down upon the scene. There is no way this looked even sort of okay.

“Who’s here?” She asked even though they both knew, she knew.

“Oh, my, my! Taylor, darling! What a surprise.”

Tommy winced because quite frankly, her voice gave him the bad kind of goose bumps, like when someone rubbed silverware together.

“It’s Lissy McDermott, Tay.” He answered, woefully.

Taylor began descending the staircase farthest from Lissy, but it didn’t matter because Lissy made her way to the base and awaited Taylor for the dutiful kiss on each cheek of the upper class. Tommy noticed Taylor’s nose crinkle and her body oozed acid.

“Hello, Lissy. How…unexpected it is to see you.” Tay’s eyes widened a moment to emphasize her displeasure at Lissy’s unanticipated arrival.

“Ain’t it just terrific?”

“I’m not so sure terrific is the right word.” Taylor pursed her lips and shook her head, clasping her hands together in front of her, stopping on the last step before the landing.

Tommy made the two small paces over to her but Lissy stopped him with a hand on his lower abs and turned into his body, like a lover. He ground his teeth together and pulled away quickly, ignoring the hurt in her eyes and the pout on her lips.

She rebounded rather quickly though.

“Our Tommy here has been doing phenomenal, hasn’t he? I mean, just look at him!” She closed her eyes, shook her head with a giant smile plastered on her face as if she was enjoying a fine wine, shoulders scrunched up and hummed her appreciation.

“Oh, he’s doin’ somethin’ Lissy. That’s for damn sure.”

When Taylor said damn, Lissy’s eyes popped open, she lowered her head and shook it, disapprovingly. The prissy bitch.

Tay simply ignored her and looked to Tommy. Taking only two seconds to prepare himself for what he’d see when he looked into her eyes, he took in a deep breath and raised his eyes to meet hers. To his absolute and utter surprise, she didn’t look betrayed or angry with him; no, she was a unique concoction of livid and amused with Lissy. TJ fought to keep the grin and enjoyment off of his face. One of Taylor’s superpowers had always been that she was way too trusting and understanding and he never thought he’d deserve her; who would have known that he was right.

“Whatever brings you back to us, dearest Taylor?” Lissy said Taylor’s name with such distaste, there was no mistaking it.

“Well, considering my family is still here and my father is in a coma at Brantley Regional, I ought not to need another reason, really, but if you must know…” Taylor took the last step and another closer to Lissy before Tommy made a disapproving noise and tried to jump between them without giving Lissy a show.

“Tay is trying to keep her visit a secret, so if you wouldn’t mind Lis, please keep it to yourself. We would deeply appreciate it. Think of it as a favor that I’d owe back to you.” Tommy knew he had her, now. It did not go without notice that Taylor’s brow was in her hairline when he used the nickname for her arch nemesis.

“Oohwee, only if it’s as good as the first kiss we shared. Your wish is my command, sugar!” She winked at Tommy, making him shiver involuntarily, no doubt giving her the wrong idea again and then she turned back to Taylor. “So, tell me!”

Not only had the world stopped turning, but his veins turned to ice and his entire ability to talk had got up, packed a bag and run like hell when his lawfully wedded wife processed what Lissy had said. She had clearly run it through her head a few times, just to be sure she wasn’t imagining it all.

“Uh…I’m sorry. Tell you what, exactly?” Brow still raised, Taylor was clearly losing control over her patience and any type of demeanor she was currently holding. Just like that.

“All about that hunk you’ve been seeing! Everyone knows you made the step up from hillbilly boys and swooning best friends to
the
Jason Henderson. I want to know everything, don’t you, Tommy.” She put her hand back on Tommy’s stomach, after having inched back to his side.

Oh, this southern devil was good. Tommy was always told that the devil was dressed in black and went by the name, Jack. Whoever said that had never met a southern women denied.

He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from shouting at her since it would not only be ungentlemanly but it would also draw unnecessary attention to them while trying to keep a low-key profile.

Taylor seemed to regain her humorous attitude and plastered a fake smile on her face that was no less than 100% malicious.

“I thought you did not partake any sort of unbecoming activity such as gossip, Lissy. What a shame, but if you’d truly like to know…” Taylor leaned into her ear and stage whispered, “Lord knows the man was made from the best of parts, and he is relentless in the chase.” She pulled back again and dramatically winked but continued on. “We met at an awards show and while we aren’t exclusive, not a day has gone by since that we haven’t talked.” Tommy knew, or he hoped he knew that Taylor was just trying to piss him off now, but thankfully, the God’s took mercy on his blood pressure and sent Matt out in the middle of his battle.

“I thought I heard that sweet voice calling to me!” He cooed to Taylor.

Ever since Tommy lost it on him, he had made it a point to poke fun at Tommy and hit on her as much as he could.

Lissy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head like a cartoon character and somewhere in the distance, you could hear a faint, “Aooga!” sounding.

“There’s my hunk.” Taylor called back to Matt, gesturing him over to her side, like a code of distress they had pre-planned. She avoided Lissy’s face and whole presence as soon as she laid eyes on Matt; her savior. He kissed her hand and pulled her into his side, like an overprotective boyfriend, claiming what was his in a crowd of men.

“Oh, hello.” Matt held out his hand to her and shook it without much care. “My name is Matt.”

After wiping the drool off of her petite cleft chin, and delicately smoothing her matching bright blonde locks back absentmindedly, she replied, “Lissy McDermott.”