Insatiable (12 page)

“Daddy go night-night,” Markeeta informed her mother, whispering also.

Terelle did a quick scan of the bedroom and was relieved when she spotted the Timberland box—empty.

Their agreement that he’d leave the drug game alone had been non-negotiable, yet he’d expected Terelle to accept his irrational reasoning and cave in. She’d stood her ground. Giving Marquise an ultimatum was not her nature, but he’d left her little choice.

Terelle gazed at her man—gave a faint smile and closed the door.

K
ai hated leaving the seclusion of her room, but a sudden and powerful hunger pang drove her out into the corridor. Wearing a silk brocade robe and satin slippers, she set out to find a nurse or anyone who could point her in the direction of food.

A female patient who was a ghastly pale and wore a hideous brown flannel robe looked lost and fretful as she wandered the hallway. Kai was revolted by the sight of her. She looked around hoping to solicit the information she needed from someone sane, but there was no one else around.

“Is breakfast served on the floor?” Kai asked curtly.

“No, we eat in the cafeteria,” the pale woman replied eagerly. “It’s on the ground floor.”

“Oh,” Kai said. And without so much as a thank-you, she turned away from the woman and glided toward the elevator.

“You can’t go alone,” the woman called out.

Kai swirled around. “Why not?”

“You have to wait for Reece.”

“Who’s Reece?”

“He’s the morning coordinator,” she said, twisting her hands nervously and Kai found herself moving away from the obvious lunatic.

“My name’s Elana,” she added quickly.

“Nice name,” Kai muttered without giving her own name. She wasn’t revealing anything about herself to this nut. “Well, where the hell is Reece?”

“He already took a group down. You’ll have to wait until he comes for the next group.”

“Oh really? Well, I don’t think so. I’m famished…and I don’t need an escort to get something to eat.”

“He should be back soon.” Elana looked at the clock. “We could go down together.” She gnawed on a fingernail awaiting Kai’s response.

Kai groaned and stepped into the elevator.

“We’re not allowed to go anywhere alone,” Elana said, looking frantic and sounding seriously alarmed. “We have to follow the rules.”

Kai waved her hand dismissively. As the elevator doors slowly closed, she could see Elana’s woebegone expression. The woman looked like she expected the authorities to suddenly appear and haul her and Kai off to jail.

A mixture of wonderful aromas wafted out when Kai opened the cafeteria door. She happily picked up a tray, consulted the posted menu, and got in line. To her dismay, she discovered she was standing behind a noisy pack of psychos. These people had glinting, demented eyes that roamed everywhere. Some mumbled nonsensically and others laughed aloud for no apparent reason. They looked and acted more insane than the patients on her own floor did. Disgusted, she wanted to turn right around and leave, but hunger held her there.

From her peripheral vision, she could see the familiar faces of the loonies from her mental unit. They were seated together at a table, waving and trying to catch her attention. Squinting up at the menu, pretending to be in deep concentration, she ignored them.

She sensed someone approaching and figuring it to be one of the nut cases, Kai bristled and prepared to be extremely impolite.

“Hello. You’re Kai, right?” said a masculine voice.

With her face set in a scowl, Kai jerked around. Her expression softened when she discovered the voice belonged to a young man with exceptional good looks. His hair was styled in a platinum crew cut; he had a strong chin, tanned skin despite the season, sensual full lips, and green eyes that sparkled in devilish amusement. He looked to be around Kai’s age and he most definitely was not a patient.

Kai tossed her hair and smiled radiantly.

“I’m Reece.” He smiled confidently and extended his hand.

Adrenaline pumped as she offered her hand and continued to look him over. A silver hoop, which dangled from his right ear, suggested an adventurous spirit. Broad-shouldered with a V-shaped waist, his shirt was loosely tucked inside baggy pleated pants. Reece was one hot white boy! He looked like he should have been traveling with a rock band instead of schlepping around with a group of mental patients.

“Hello, Reece.” Kai’s voice was soft and inviting as she schemed on getting Reece into her bed—today.

“Would you care to join us after you get your food?” He nodded toward the table. “You really shouldn’t travel alone.”

She made a big show of looking around, her eyes shifting from the group at the table to the patients in line in front of her.

“I guess you’re right about that,” she said, turning toward Reece. “I’m here for rest and relaxation. I had no idea this place would be overrun with the criminally insane.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Reece replied with a chuckle.

“No? Well, that’s how it appears.” She glanced at the line of waiting patients once more, then shivered dramatically. “Look, forget these lunatics. I’d like to be alone with you,” Kai said brazenly. She paused to look him up and down. “Is that allowed?” There was no time to be coy. She wanted him to know exactly what she wanted.

A hint of mischief danced in his green eyes, then he laughed as if Kai had cracked a hilarious joke. And that laughter, as noncommittal as it sounded, told Kai that Reece was interested, but he was buying time—trying to figure out a way to accept her offer without appearing too eager.

“Hmm,” she said, focusing on the menu again. “What did you have?” she asked Reece.

“Oh, I didn’t eat. It’s not my lunch hour; I’m on the clock,” he said cheerfully, then studied the menu himself. “The western omelet looks good.”

“Okay, that’s what I’ll have for breakfast. For lunch…Hmm, I think I’ll skip what’s on the menu. I’d rather spend that time tasting you,” she said with an innocent expression while knowing full well the shock value of her words.

When Reece, startled by her shameless proposal, choked and bent over in a coughing bout, Kai knew she had him. Men! Their dicks would be the death of them.

“I’ll have the omelet and orange juice,” Kai said to the server.

“You okay?” she asked, turning her attention back to Reece.

He nodded, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“So…are we on for lunch?” Kai wanted to know.

“Sure…why not?” he said casually.

But his nonchalant expression and tone didn’t fool Kai. Reece was excited and nervous at once. And his discomfort emboldened her.

“What time is your lunch break?”

“Noon. But I can’t…uh…just walk into your room, you know. Um…maybe we could meet somewhere private?”

“Certainly. Where do you suggest?”

As Reece wrinkled his brow in thought, the server handed Kai the omelet on a large plate along with a glass of orange juice. She moved down the roped-in aisle, and Reece hurried behind her as she picked up a plastic fork and knife and a few napkins. She carefully arranged the items on her tray.

“I’m going to eat in my room. Is that okay with you?”

“Not a problem. But if anyone asks, you didn’t get permission from me.” He winked flirtatiously.

She was glad his confidence had returned for he was surely going to need every bit of it.

“I’ll see you upstairs. Maybe I’ll even attend your little therapy session,” she said teasingly. Then Kai turned and walked toward the door.

“Wait a minute,” Reece called out.

Kai stopped; she smiled inside. The promise of pussy had Reece completely unglued. And his eagerness to participate was all the therapy she needed. She’d be checking out of Spring Haven tomorrow if Reece turned out to be as good a fuck as she hoped he’d be.

“Yes?” she asked, tilting her head to one side.

“I have an idea.”

“I’m all ears.”

“My group ends at eleven-thirty. There’s uh, a closet…I mean the utility room at the end of the hall on your floor—near the windows. You can pretend like you’re looking out the window, then…”

“You want to fuck me in a closet?”

Reece look troubled. “No, it’s not a closet…it’s like a storage room. I can get the key from the cleaning guy.”

“I’m glad you know people in high places,” she said with a deadpan expression.

“I’m sorry. But off the top of my head, I just can’t think of…”

“I’m kidding,” she said with a convincing smile. “A closet is fine. Kinky, actually. I’ll be there!” She swirled and left the cafeteria.

She could see Reece’s reflection in the window; she could hear him whistling as he approached. He looked around, then stealthily slipped inside the closet. Kai waited a full five minutes before making her move, then she too eased open the closet door.

The room was dark and smelled of cleaning agents. Kai immediately heard Reece locking the door behind her and before her eyes could adjust to the darkness, he was all over her. He kissed her passionately, sliding his tongue into her mouth, biting her neck—licking and moaning into her ear while dry humping her like a sex-starved adolescent.

“Are we in a rush?” she whispered.

“Yeah…I mean no,” Reece said, breathing hard.

“Then slow down.”

“Sorry,” he murmured as he began to unbutton her robe. His fingers trembled and she found herself losing respect for him.

Annoyed, Kai pushed his fingers away and calmly unbuttoned the robe. Beneath it, she wore a black lacy thong. No bra. She came out of the robe and flung it into the darkness, unaware and uncaring that it had landed inside an uncovered trash container.

Looking momentarily confused and not knowing where to begin, Reece groped her bare tits, kissed them sloppily, then his hungry hands darted to the elastic band of her thong, pulling—trying to rip the delicate material away from her body.

Kai frowned. She wasn’t having fun. Reece was not arousing her; he was not the skillful lover she’d anticipated.

“Lick my pussy,” she demanded in a breathy voice. Cunnilingus was a surefire way to get her juices flowing.

He hesitated, then dropped to his knees. The thong was hanging by a thread; she pulled it to the side, smoothing his hair as she guided his head to her crotch. And with a tenderness he’d not demonstrated earlier, he parted her labial lips; his tongue slowly snaked its way inside her.

Kai’s body went limp. Reece was good—too good. She had to steady herself by gripping the sink behind her. Feeling her passion building, but not wanting to cum just yet, she pushed his forehead, stopping him suddenly.

Reece looked up, confused.

“Put me on the sink.” She yanked the torn thong and tossed it on the floor.

Without a question, he lifted her easily onto the edge of the sink.

“Now fuck me,” she commanded as her legs spread wide.

Reece stood up. “I don’t have a condom,” he said mournfully.

“The hell with a condom,” she hissed.

In an instant, he unzipped his fly.

Kai scooted forward holding onto his shoulders. “Hurry up,” she moaned. “Put it in.”

Reece was panting as he pushed his stiffness into her dripping wetness, thrusting deeply.
Oh shit
, she thought to herself,
I can’t believe this fucking bastard is hitting my G-spot!
” Involuntarily, she tightened her vaginal muscles around his dick and at that moment Reece exploded. Body spasms, guttural groaning, facial contortions…the whole nine.

“No, you didn’t!” Kai spat in disgust. “I can’t believe you came already.”

Reece wore a helpless puppy-dog expression as he clung to her, his body still convulsing as he deposited the last drop of semen.

“How could you?” She poked him in the shoulder, angrily. “I wasn’t ready, you asshole. Do you think I fucking came into this godforsaken closet just so you could get your shit off? Huh?” She poked him again—harder. When she opened her mouth to chastise him further, she was startled into silence by the sound of movement outside the closet door. Someone fitted a key into the lock and turned it. The door creaked open, filling the room with light.

Kai screeched.

Panicked, Reece swiftly pulled out. Losing his footing, he stumbled into Kai and knocked her off the sink.

Using the palm of her hand, Kai instinctively tried to break her fall. She could feel and hear the sickening crunch of breaking bones as her outstretched hand crashed into the concrete floor. Before she could even feel the searing pain, her face hit the floor; she was plummeted into instant unconsciousness.

The electrician had come to check the wiring in the room. He clicked on the light and stared in disbelief at the scene before him: Kai was face down on the floor, butt naked. Her expensive robe was in the trash; her thong ripped and discarded lay inches from her body.

And Reece, caught with his pants down, started yelling, “It was consensual! I swear to God, it’s not what it looks like!”

Pandemonium followed. The electrician called for help as Reece, protesting loudly and hysterically, pulled up his pants.

A stampede of pounding footsteps could be heard. Stunned staff members as well as patients rushed into the utility room.

The electrician pointed to Kai. There were gasps and gaping mouths as they all gawked at a naked and seemingly badly beaten Kai.

Heads now turned toward the culprit—Reece! He was crying and denying everything despite the damning evidence.