Infinite Desire (17 page)

Pulling
away from me, Kayden begins kissing a path from my neck to the valley between
my breasts. “Ohhh!” I giggle, as he drags his tongue across my nipple and
lightly blows on it, causing a chill to shoot up my spin. He sprawls his palm
out against my hip and supports his weight on the other, as he leans on the
bed.

“I’m
going to be quick, but baby, ya definitely will be leaving this room with a
smile on that beautiful face of yours.” He murmurs against my skin, as he works
his mouth from my belly down to my hipbone.

His
beard tickles my skin causing me to wiggle beneath his touch. He squeezes my
hip firmly, and asks, “Did that tickle?” before flashing his panty dropping
smile up at me.

I
nod my head and watch as he makes his way between my thighs. Kneeling on the
floor Kayden takes my thighs and rests them on his shoulders. The ache between
my legs increases as the anticipation of his mouth pleasuring my pussy consumes
me.

He
slowly sucks, nibbles and kisses along the inside of my thigh as his fingers
slide between my folds. Taking two fingers, he dips them inside of me, and
begins to slide them in and out at a steady rhythm as he massages my inner
walls.

I
close my eyes and focus on nothing but what Kayden’s doing to my body. His
fingers and mouth are magical, causing my entire body to tingle with desire and
ache to be pleasured.

“Oh
God!” I moan as he finally kisses his way to my sex, the sensation of his
tongue flicking my, clit mixed with his fingers thrusting inside of me, is
intoxicating.

We
have a house full of guests, including my family and parents, but I don’t care.
After what we’ve gone through today, we need to get lost in one another, even
if it’s only for a few minutes.

Covering
my mound with his mouth, he sucks on my clit as he swirls his tongue in every
direction possible, teasing me.

Raising
my hips, I press myself eagerly against his mouth. Sliding my fingers into his
hair, I fist it and stiffen my legs tightly against his back as I feel my
orgasm building.

“Oh
my…I’m almost there!” I yell, as Kayden slides his fingers out of me; I whimper
as my body aches and screams for him to fill me once more. Moving his mouth
further down, he dips his tongue inside of me and moves his fingers to my clit.

His
tongue feels amazing as it slides in and out of me, burning hot and warming me
to my core. I feel my core tightening with the anticipation of my climax; I tug
on his hair, silently telling him to move faster as I lift my hips again and grinding
my clit against his fingers.

Kayden
lifts his mouth away from me momentarily but his fingers continue to pleasure
my clit, “Damn you taste so fuckin’ sweet, baby.” He drawls, before sliding his
tongue between my folds, swirling it in a circular motion that just about makes
me lose it right there.

“Mmmmm…”
I moan, as he moves his fingers back inside of me and starts sucking on my nub;
he squeezes my ass with such force I can feel the pain biting at my skin, but
it only intensifies the pleasure vibrating throughout my body.

I
tip my head back and scream out Kayden’s name, “Yes…oh God…Kayden!” As my
orgasm erupts, I frantically move my hips, pressing my mound against his mouth
as he sucks and teases me with his tongue, and slips three fingers inside of
me. I milk them as my pussy tights over his fingers.

Kayden
moans against me as pleasuring me turns him on too. Taking me by surprise, he
stands abruptly, quickly unbuttoning his jeans, and allows his cock to spring
to life. It bounces before me, hard and ready to take me for round two.

His
jeans rest at his ankles as he takes my thighs in his hands and spread them
wide, “Wrap your legs tightly around me baby, we gotta make this quick. I’m
going to go fast…so hold on.” He winks at me, as he grips my hips and raises my
lower half up in the air, still standing he slides his cock into me, slowly
inching his way in. With each small thrust he stretches and fills me.

“Fuck,
you feel so damn good.” He hisses, as he pushes completely inside of me.

Still
recovering from my first orgasm, all I can do is moan in agreement. Not wasting
any time, Kayden begins thrusting in and out of me at a fast pace. I grip the
blankets beneath me, tossing my head side to side, “Ohhhhh…uuhhhhhhh!” I moan
as each thrust inches me closer and closer to free falling into euphoria once
again. Each thrust is hitting the spot deep inside, causing my head to spin in
a sea of pleasure.

“Fuckkkk…uuuhhhhhhhhh…”
Kayden curses, as he pumps into me. His thumb finds my clit and he begins
rubbing it. My entire body goes completely numb as an intense orgasm shakes me
to my core.

Biting
my lip, I try to contain my screams as Kayden thrusts into me, pounding his
dick repeatedly against my cervix, mixing pleasure and pain. It’s an
intoxicating mixture as my entire body tingles from the climax I just endured.

Kayden
slowly pumps the last few drops before sliding his cock slowly out of me.
Leaning down he crashes his mouth to mine in a hot steamy kiss that instantly
makes my toes curl all over again. As quickly as our kiss begins, it ends as he
stands, pulls his pants up stopping just below his gorgeous ass, “That was
record breaking, and fuckin’ amazing.” His words come out shaky as he tries to
catch his breath.

His
chest is damp with sweat; it takes every ounce of strength in me to not pounce
on him, and lick every last drop off his delicious pectorals and chiseled abs.

“That
was pretty amazing; you sure know how to fuck a girl, Knox.” I take in a long
sharp breath as I try to regain my composure. Rolling off of the bed, I try to
stand, but my legs feel like Jell-O.

After
taking a minute to recover from the two orgasms Kayden rocked me with, I was finally
able to get dressed. Kayden decided to just throw on some jeans with a cotton
button up shirt, and boots. I went with the short turquoise cocktail dress I
had packed to wear in case we went out to dinner with my parents while here.

After
quickly blow drying my hair, I toss it up into a ponytail and slip on some
brown suede pumps. Kayden and I head downstairs to rejoin our guests and find
Brooklyn, Dixon, Reagan and Rebecca.

The
remainder of the evening goes smoothly as we spend the rest of the night
dancing inside the massive tent. We didn’t get to sleep until almost four in
the morning. I couldn’t believe my parents actually stayed up that late.

Tomorrow’s
spa day is definitely going to be needed; between the hours of dancing and all
the drinking we did tonight, I’m going to be in desperate need of some R&R.

Kayden

Nothing
is better to help forget about all the shit that happened yesterday than a nice
round of golf. I find golfing, working out or playing basketball with my
buddies is the best way to unwind after a stressful day. Little did I know when
Maverick planned to spend the day golfing that I would need to hit a few balls
to help relieve some stress from the cluster-fuck of a day I had yesterday.

It’s
in the eighties today and the sky is partly cloudy; we lucked out wind wise,
there’s barely even a breeze. Maverick, Dixon, Brooklyn’s father Ray and I have
been at the Calabasas Country Club for nearly two hours now. It’s been nice to
just golf and bullshit with each other. It’s definitely a one-eighty from all
the shit that went down last night.

“Hey
Knox, you want another beer?” Dixon asks, waving down one of the girls with the
carts of beverages. We’ve just gotten to the sixth hole; also known as The Iron
Mistress and Maverick is getting ready to tee-off.

The
course is packed today. We’ve had to wait at every whole for at least fifteen
minutes so we’ve passed the time tippin’ back cold ones. One must have beer to
golf well! It’s common knowledge.

I’m
sitting in the golf cart with my feet kicked up on the dash; Dixon sits down
beside me handing me another beer. “So you’re dead serious on buying Victor’s
portion of Knox Hotels?” He asks, twisting the cap off of his beer and tossing
it into the back of the cart.

I
take a long pull from my beer before answering him, “Yup. I called my Attorney
first thing this morning; he’s drawing up the papers as we speak.”

Dixon
turns his attention back to Maverick, who’s just hit his ball, and watches as
it soars in the air. It lands dead center in the middle of the freeway below.
Not turning to look at me, Dixon keeps his eyes focused ahead as he watches Ray
approach the tee-box.

“Wow.
He must’ve really pissed ya off last night. What happened, anyways?” He takes
another pull from his beer before finally looking back at me.

There’s
golf carts parked beside us and behind us as the course continues to fill up
with golfers. This is the last place I want to rehash everything that went down
with my father yesterday.

“Yay.
He and Luanne didn’t hold any punches last night. The shit they were spewing…my
father’s lucky he only left with a busted nose.”

I
spot Maverick, out of the corner of my eye, making his way towards us. The few
women here golfing today have been following our asses everywhere, it’s like
cougars gone wild around here. Maverick’s had to sign a few autographs which
slowed down our game, too.

I
find it amusing, that poor Savannah has a father that women throw themselves at
on a daily basis. Thank God her mother works in this industry too, so she
understands everything that comes with their fame.

Watching
her parents’ together makes me want to strive to have that kind of love with
Savannah. Growing up with my parents, I had a warped view of what a marriage
was. Instead of none stop fighting; I get to see a couple who actually, truly
love each other. In such a short time, I cannot imagine Savannah not being in
my life…forever.

Maverick
tips his hat at a few women sitting in a golf cart beside us as he grabs a beer
from the beverage cart girl; he tips her, then joins us at our cart.

“This
place is insane today.” He says, twisting the cap off of his beer. “It’s going
to take us all damn day to do eighteen holes.” He takes a long pull from his
beer as he looks from Dixon to me. “So what has you two lookin’ so serious?”

Shit.

“Kayden’s
buying Victor’s half of Knox Hotels.” Dixon tells Maverick nonchalantly.

Lifting
my ball cap off of my head, I rake my fingers through my hair before placing it
back on my head, and take another swig of my beer.

Maverick
doesn’t seem too shocked. “Well I would’ve done that years ago if I were you. I
don’t blame you for one second Kayden for wanting to cut all ties with your
father.”

I
suddenly feel a weight lifted off of my shoulders that I didn’t know was there.
I think, in the back of my mind, I assumed Maverick would not agree with me
refusing to try and fix my relationship with my father.

I
can’t hide the look of shock on my face, “Yah. I don’t know why I didn’t do it
sooner.”

Clearing
his throat, Maverick kicks his leg up onto the side of the golf cart, and after
waving hello to some golfers we met up with earlier on fourth hole, turns back
to Dixon and me, “I’m proud of you, it can’t be easy being in your shoes. From
what Savannah’s told her mother and me, he doesn’t deserve a relationship with
you.”

I
nod in agreement.

“I,
for one, think Victor deserves a nice swift kick in the fuckin’ nut sack.” I
can’t control the laughter that bursts out of me. Dixon doesn’t care where we
are, he just says it like it is. “I would love it if his skeletons came outta
the closet, and the world got to see firsthand the real Victor Knox, the
world’s biggest fuckin’ douchebag.” He doesn’t hold back his opinion on my
father, ever.

Dixon,
along with our entire family despises him for what he did to my mother. They
made sure he didn’t see a dime of my mother’s inheritance when my grandfather
passed away. She was never so grateful that she had listened to my Grandpa John
and got a pre-nup before marrying my father.

“You’re
up, Kayden,” Ray says, clapping me on the shoulder.

“Thanks
Ray.” I climb out of the golf cart, and make my way around back to get my
driver.

Maverick
stops me before I head over to the tee-box. “Kayden.”

“Yeah?”
Stopping, I spin around and lean on my Driving Wedge.

“I
just want you to know that Paisley and I are here for you. If you need any help
finalizing anything, just let me know. You are a son to us and there is nothing
we won’t do for you. We are your family now and we love you.”

I
flash him a sincere smile. My heart is swelling in my chest and a lump is forming
in my throat, “Thanks.” We both know nothing else needs to be said. He answers
me with a nod and a smile, before diving into a conversation going on between
Ray and Dixon about Brooklyn’s acting career.

I’m
glad I’m missing that conversation.

Setting
my ball down, I slip my glove back on my hand, stare down the fairway, and
adjust my stance. Swinging my club back, I connect with the ball, letting all
of my frustration out on this drive.

I
hear the whistles behind me from other golfers waiting their turn, as they
watch the ball soar through the air and land about three hundred yards ahead;
bouncing and rolling before coming to a stop on the edge of the green.

Resting
my club on my shoulder, I spin around and wave to the few gentlemen standing
beside their golf cart.

That’s
how it’s fuckin’ done. Damn, I love golfing!

First
thing I did when I bought my house in Sugar Land was build a nine-hole golf
course in my back yard. It’s my favorite way to conduct business meetings. I
bring a big wig executive to my house, do a round of golf as we discuss details
of a deal we’re negotiating and by the ninth hole, I’ve sunk my ball, along
with the deal. I end the meeting a little richer, and in the process enjoyed a
nice round of golf.

“Are
you trying to make us look like armatures?” Ray jokes, as I join them back in
the cart.

“Ha.
I wasn’t even tryin’.”

Tipping
his head back, Ray lets out a loud groan and Maverick lets out a low chuckle,
“That’s just rubbing salt in the wound.” Ray’s voice comes out pained as he
stands and jumps into the driver’s seat.

I’d
tell him my secret to hitting my ball the furthest, but I don’t think he wants
to hear that I imagined I’m knockin’ my father’s head off of his fuckin’
shoulders.

~~~

Savannah

Standing
in front of the wall of mirrors, I stare at my reflection. As soon as I saw
this dress in person I knew it’d be the one. I’ve tried on the other two
dresses I had the bridal shop order for me, but neither screams
I’m the one,
like this one does.

“I
love this one.” I say, looking at my mother and Brooklyn through the mirrors.

Pulling
yet another tissue from the box on the table, my mother dabs her eyes as she
walks around the platform. Sniffling, she says, “It’s perfect! You’re going to
be the most beautiful bride ever, Sweetie.”

I
can’t stop smiling; I rest my hands over my stomach to try and calm the
butterflies. Just thinking about my wedding day, walking down the aisle towards
Kayden…towards my future, is overwhelming.

“Please
stop crying, you’re going to make me cry!” Brooklyn tells my mother, while grabbing
a tissue from the box and stepping onto the platform to stand beside me.

Dragging
my gaze away from the mirror, I lock eyes with Brooklyn; she’s beaming at me
with watery eyes. I’ve pictured this day since I was little girl, planning my
wedding with Brooklyn by my side. Now it’s finally becoming a reality.

“You
think this is the one?” I ask nervously.

Shaking
her head in agreement she takes my hands into hers, her smile mirrors mine,
“Yes! This is perfect. When Kayden see’s you in this dress, girl I swear,
you’ll take his breath away!”

Taking
in a deep breath, I blow it out slowly, “Okay. So this is the dress I’ll become
Mrs. Kayden Knox in; now we have to decide on a veil.” Spinning around on my
heels, I climb off of the platform and make my way over to my mother.

I
wrap my arms around her, pulling her in for a small hug, “I’m so happy you
could be here. In all the visions I’ve ever had about my wedding, you are the
only two people I wanted with me. I love you both so much”.

Now
I’m the one getting all mushy as Brooklyn walks over and wraps her arms around
my mother and me, “Thanks a lot, now my mascara’s running.” She laughs through
her tears.

Jumping
back laughing, I yell, “Just don’t get anything on my dress! If you ruin this,
I’ll go Bridezilla on your ass!”

I
hear the bridal
assistant Mimi approaching
me; the distinctive sound of her heels clanging off the hard wood floors grows
louder as she enters the main room of the bridal shop.

“So,
is this the one?” She asks, her voice soft and sweet.

I
flash a smile at Brooklyn as she hands me a tissue. I dab my eyes and step back
up onto the platform in front of the mirrors, “Yes. This is
my
dress.”

She
wastes no time getting to work on measuring
the
dress so that it fits my body perfectly.

Brooklyn
and my mom have been wondering around the bridal shop for the last twenty
minutes looking at veils while Mimi works on pinning my dress for the
seamstress.

The
sun is shining brightly through the large store front windows, illuminating the
wall behind me. The entire shop smells like roses and lavender; it’s so
calming. I came here thinking I’d be stressed to the max the entire time while
trying to decide on my dress.

I
blame watching TLC’s
Say Yes to the Dress
for my mini-panic attack on
the way here. I was
so
overwhelmed as I stood in front of the wall where
all the dresses hung. I loved them all, and didn’t know how I’d ever decide on
which one to wear for our big day.

I
was relieved when I slipped on the lace wedding dress. It has thin lace straps
that come together in the back forming an open oval that starts at my shoulder
blades and ends at the small of my back. It reminds me of a Victorian Era
wedding dress with a modern day twist; making it beautiful, elegant and sexy
all at the same time. It helps that my boobs look great in it!  There’s a long
sheer train covered in gorgeous beading that shimmers in the sunlight. I cannot
wait to walk down the aisle on the beach in Galveston in this dress.

“There,
we’re all set. You can place the dress back on the hanger and leave it in the
fitting room. I’ll prepare it for the seamstress.” Mimi says, as she picks up
the supplies she used to pin my dress.

Just
as I’m about to head into the dressing room to throw my sundress back on, my
mother comes running into the parlor with a veil in tow. Brooklyn runs in just
behind her with another.

“Wait!
Don’t take your dress off yet.” My mother yells, as she climbs up behind me. “I
want to see these veils on with your dress.”

After
trying both on we all unanimously agreed on the second one. It’s a three foot
veil that stops just below my waist. It’s the same sheer material as my train,
with similar bead detailing, but has lace trim around the edges, and attaches
to my hair with two rhinestone detailed hair pins. It’s delicate and absolutely
beautiful.

I
quickly change out of my dress, and slip my sundress and wedge heels back on.

“Ready
for the spa?” My mother asks, as we make our way out to her black Audi Q5.

“Yes.
I am in desperate need of a full body massage. My back is full of knots after
all the stress from yesterday; pampering is exactly what I need.”