Coming Home (Only Time Will Tell #1) (31 page)

His arm tightens around me. “That goes both ways too. We both thought the same. We didn’t know until a few weeks ago that we both experienced the same pain.”

Sure. That pain being partly due to his Mom.

I wriggle out from his grip and get out of bed. The day has to start soon enough and at this rate, I’ll be late—even if it is the temporary boss who’s making me late.

“I’m going to take a shower,” I smile. “I won’t be long.”

He doesn’t budge, just places his hands behind his head and smiles back. The muscles in his arms seem to bulge twice as big as normal, and twice as more inviting. I lick my lips and contemplate crawling back into bed but shake the thought just as quickly; if I got back into bed, I’d never leave it.

The water from the shower pours all over me, the droplets beating at my skin and making me think of Kyle laid in bed and all the things I’d rather be doing than going to work. The water pummeling my skin soon doesn’t become enough to resemble Kyle’s fingers digging into my skin as I grab the body wash.

Before I can pour it into my hand it’s swiped from my grasp as Kyle places his hand against my stomach pulling me back towards him, the water just beginning to dampen his skin as he steps into the downpour. “Can I help you?” I ask grinding my backside against him.

“You already do,” he murmurs, dipping his mouth into my ear nipping at the lobe. My body quakes as his breath travels down my spine and his fingers dig into my slippery skin.

He steps away from me and I hear the sound of the body wash being squirted before his hands creep back to my body, lathering it up and gently caressing me as his fingers and palms clean every inch of my skin.

Relaxing against him, I smile and sigh, as I feel somewhat relieved, yet long for his hands to continue. As if he’s reading my mind, one of his hands slowly sweeps from my waist, traveling lower to my sensitive flesh that’s screaming out for his touch.

“Are you okay there, baby?”

Placing a hand on top of his, I urge him closer. “Hm hmm…I’d be better if you carried on, though.”

Kyle smiles against my neck as he says, “Is that so? I’ll have to see what I can do about that, then,” he says, moving his fingers between my legs, slowly rubbing my tender skin He starts kissing and sucking on my shoulder. “You taste amazing, sweet like honey,” he continues. “I could starve myself of food and just eat you for the rest of my life.”

His fingers are working their magic, feeling stronger and faster. “Don’t stop, K.C.,” I moan breathlessly. He groans loudly, grabbing on to my hip and pulling me even closer.

“I’m never going to stop, C.J. I’m never going to stop giving you pleasure. I’m never going to stop loving you or proving to you that you’re my everything. My life doesn’t have a meaning without you.”

I splayed my hands against the glass and tiles of the shower, needing support as my legs begin trembling. His hands slides from my hip to my breast, my nipple becoming clamped between his finger and thumb as he rubs and twists methodically.

My body can’t take much more, my head connects with his shoulder as he pushes me further, my orgasm starts rising taking over my body as I grasp for something to grab onto and finding nothing. “Oh my God, Kyle!” I scream as quietly as possible without telling the whole apartment block what’s happening.

He removes his hands, spinning me and slamming my back against the tiles. He kisses my mouth harshly and slides his fingers inside of me, rocketing me into outer space.

We both stay there for a few moments as I try and float back to earth, too scared to move in case I fall. “Well, that was one way to put a smile on my face first thing in the morning.”

Kyle stands still under the water as it streams down his face. Both of his hands are braced against the wall either side of my head. His mouth tips up as he replies, “I couldn’t lie in bed much longer knowing you were in here naked. I thought I’d come and surprise you.”

“You certainly did that. What about you though? You look like you enjoyed that as much as I did.” I questioned glancing down at his hard length, questioning whether to grab hold of him and “thank him” for making today a good one.

“I don’t think that’s wise,” he laughs huskily. “I might just keep you here all day if we carry on. Maybe later though,” he adds with a wink.

Pushing myself off the wall I tip-toe and wrap my arms around his neck, feeling him twitch between us as our bodies slide against each other as the water continues to beat down on us. “I think we can arrange something,” I whisper, gently placing my mouth against his, kissing him passionately and sucking on his bottom lip, nipping on it as I pull away.

He closes his eyes as he growls and places his forehead against mine. “Will you please, go and get dressed? Preferably in something that covers you so I’m not dragging you into the office.”

I smile as I pull away and duck under his arm to get out, shouting, “I don’t know about that, maybe that’s part of my plan.” I walked out the steam filled room, leaving him to deal with his problem himself.

I can hear him singing along in the shower and I smile at the normality of this, it’s just a shame that we have to head out into the real world and ruin what we’ve had in the last sixteen hours.

As I wait for my moisturizer to work its magic on my face I head into the closet and begin searching the racks of clothing for something that fits my mood. It’s not even eight and I’m already feeling great, which is a rarity these days.

In the end I settle on a black, smart tank and a gray high-waisted pencil skirt with a thin black belt. I sit and ponder the shoes, staring at the unorganized mountain that has manifested at the back.

Life has thrown some crap my way over the years and yet I’m still standing, not only that, but I have the man that I love standing by my side, so to speak, helping me. And we’re overcoming some of those hurdles together. He might not have been there through them all but he is now, and we’ll begin dealing with everything when the time is right for us.

The world can try and break me, but I’m a fighter and I won’t back down, no matter how many bullets get shot at me. I’ll take them and turn them to dust.

With that mindset for the day I dig to the bottom of the pile and hunt out a large white box that contains my “I’m showing the world, I mean business” shoes and purse. They’re nothing special but they’re bold and make you stand out. I open the box and take out the bright yellow peep-toe heels and the yellow, Birkin style bag that I purchased to cheer myself up and to give myself some confidence when I went to my first interview.

Digging into the bag I check to see if I left anything in there before I packed it and find a small, black, velvet box.

It’s not something I’ve seen before so I’m curious about it. Flipping open the lid a piece of paper that is sat on top of the protective lining falls to my lap. My eyebrows furrow as I open the piece of paper, which winds up being a letter.

I start reading and let the tears roll down my cheek as I finally look at the necklace. It’s stunning, two white gold wings are hanging from the chain and a simple diamond hangs from them. I quickly clip it around my neck as I continue with the letter.

Only a mother can think of something like this. She explains in the letter that she had this made and engraved with C.J. and K.C on the back of each wing, when she found out I was leaving and she didn’t want me to have it until I needed it—considering I was using the “I don’t give a shit,” bag, I needed it.

Although my face is streaked with tears, I have a huge grin on my lips and feel like my Mom is hugging me from all the way over the pond.

I get up to start on my make-up, just as Kyle enters, the beautiful grin he was wearing dropping from his face. “Cat are you—” Holding my hand up I cut him off as I explain before he gets into a panic. “I’m fine. I just found something my Mom hid from me in my stuff,” pointing to the necklace. “I guess I just miss her, but these are happy tears, not sad ones. I can have those.”

He gives me a sympathetic smile in acknowledgment as he comes over, wrapped only in a towel and hugs me. It makes me feel content and heightens the feelings I had before, for a split second it feels like one of my Moms.

He kisses the top of my head as he backs away. Gently, he picks up the pendant in his fingers and inspects it. “She’ll always be close to your heart too, it hangs perfectly for that. There is no greater bond than family.”

As I’m about to tip toe to give him a kiss, he backs away completely and states. “I have to get going. I got a call from work, they need me to get that stuff sorted on that new build so I’ll have to shoot. I can’t stay for breakfast.”

I nod and retake my seat at the dressing table to start applying my make up as he flies around the room like a whirlwind getting dressed. Before he leaves, though, he comes over and gives me a quick peck on the cheek. “Do you want me to get the car to pick you up?” he asks as he looks in the mirror from behind me, tweaking his hair.

“No, I’m good, I can call a cab,” I reply, watching him and smiling as I realize that I love this morning already. Just having him here and being normal, like a normal couple even though we aren’t officially an item.

“Okay. I’ll get the car to pick you up in half an hour,” he says while quickly kissing me on the cheek again before he darts out the room, knowing that I’d protest and insist on making my own way.

After I’ve finished I slip into my clothes, move all my stuff from one bag to another and grab the shoes. I’m only going to slip into them before I leave; no extra pain is needed.

I place my bag and shoes on and next to the dining table before making myself a coffee, still having twenty minutes to kill before the driver shows up.

Part of me wants these next few days to go without a hitch. I want us to have a life that everyone else has so that I can bring up Kody. I want him to know and sooner will always be better than later. I’ve already taken too long to tell him. But, considering everything that’s happened, there has never been the right time. I’m still hell bent on doing it when we’re both “normal.”

A knock at the door brings me out of my thoughts. I check the time and it’s not even half past yet, so I’m guessing that the driver is early and I was so completely lost in my little world that I didn’t hear the call. I place the half empty mug on the side and go to the door, just to let him know that I’ll be a second as he bangs on it again.

Opening it, I smile to greet the poor guy who’s running around after me, but that falls as I quickly realize it isn’t him.

A humongous guy barges into the apartment and grabs me by the throat, pushing me back. I try to scream but he’s squeezing my neck so tightly, only a croaky gargle escapes.

I try prying his fingers from around me as he knocks me back onto the wall with all the force he has, knocking my head against it, which makes me instantly dizzy.

“Please,” I beg, “don’t hurt me. You can take what you want, anything!”

He doesn’t say anything as he rams me into the wall again.

The door closes after another guy enters, smaller in size but he’s brandishing a baseball bat.

My eyes bug as I try with every fiber within me to get this guy off of me. I must look like fish bait being dangled in front of a piranha. “Please!” I beg again, “Let me go, I won’t do anything. I’ll go and leave you to do what you want.”

Again he ignores me and my eyes follow the smaller guy as he walks around like he owns the place. He wanders to the couches and the back of his head moves like he’s searching something out. Eventually, though, he shifts, raising the bat above his head and slams it onto the coffee table, the sound of glass echoes around me as it shatters into millions of pieces.

I scream at the sound and my heart starts hammering like a jackhammer. The big burley guy clasps his hand over my mouth and my breathing intensifies.

I look at him with tears streaming down my face, scared out of my life and hope that he might realize that he’s three times the size of me. He might snap out of this macho man status and realize I’m fucking defenseless against these two.