Keeping Blossom (6 page)

Oh my goodness. I don’t think I can take another day of this. It’s so hard to look at him and not climb over the table and into his lap as he eats his breakfast. Ever since his assistant dropped off my new phone, I find it hard to just want to work for him. I want to be the one who cooks his meals because that’s what a good stay-at-home wife does, not because I’m the help, or so his assistant Rosalie has reminded me. Fucking stuck up bitch. I wonder if they hooked up and she’s still just his assistant.

I do my simple daily cleaning then take up my perch on his bed. It’s the only thing that he ever leaves messy. Before I fix it, I wrap myself in his covers and soak up his scent. Today is the first time I go further. Closing my eyes, I stick my hand under the cover and slide it into my shorts. Rubbing the outside of my panties, I pant. Images of him on top of me like at the airport enter my mind; I envision his hard cock pressing into me. I moan out, “Devin.” His name leaves my mouth over and over again, as I push my panties aside and dip my fingers into my wetness. The moment I hit my clit with my thumb, I shoot off into an amazing orgasm. Like a prayer, I chant his name.

It takes a while before I open my eyes. I stare up at his ceiling wondering if he lies here and thinks about me while stroking his thick cock. “Ha.” I sit up and shake my head. I need to stop living in la la land and consider my future.

I start thinking about my options and come to the conclusion that I really don’t have any. I call the insurance company and they tell me they will be sending the check in the next few days. That means I can go back to Ohio. The thought hits me hard, but I let it go. Devin isn’t into me like that. He’s changed since the first night and moving on is all I can do. I need to call David and get my family’s house together before the bank decides to foreclose on it.

Dialing his cell again, I still get no answer. It’s strange that he hasn’t returned any of my calls. Granted, he might have called me while my phone was disconnected. Since I need answers, I call his office.

l answers with a shitty-ass tone, “David Parker’s office.”

“Hi, Molly. This is Brooklyn Bennett. Is David in?”

“No, he’s not.” Again she sounds like she’s ticked.

I don’t care for her attitude so I give her a little sass. “Well…do you know when he’ll be back?”

“No, he’s out of town again.”

“Did he say anything about my family’s home?”

“No, he didn’t.” She’s so abrupt that I don’t have anything else to say. 

“Okay.”

I hang up with an awkward feeling. Something’s not right. The last time I talked to David, he sounded so sincere. I can’t believe that he wouldn’t tell Molly to let him know I called.

Making myself some lunch, I decide to play with the phone again. I’m on like level 140 on Candy Smash, but once I run out of lives, I start dinner. I don’t know why since Devin isn’t going to be home on time. He doesn’t call me during the day, and I don’t want to bother him so I don’t change my usual schedule. It’s not until after six every night that he calls to say, “Sorry, Blossom. I’m running late.”

I want to be mad, but it’s the only communication I get from him once he leaves the house. It’s not like he owes me an explanation or anything. I’m nothing but the help. “That’s fine. I’ll warm your dinner when you get home.”

He always tells me it’s okay that he can heat it up himself, but I still do it. Since I set the alarm, I hear when he gets in so I get up and heat up his plate. Tonight, he asks me how my day was and I don’t know how to answer— I spent all day with nothing to clean except the dishes I used to cook for you... or how I spent all day sniffing your clothes or laying in your bed fondling myself. Gosh, I still can’t believe I did that. I blush from the experience which makes him raise a brow. I don’t answer his unasked question; instead, I tell him, “It was wonderful. I caught up on reading on my phone and watching your badass TV, rotting the rest of my brain.”

He laughs and tells me that he wants to go away for the weekend.

“That’s cool. Have fun.” He gives me a look but then continues eating my food like he’s starving. “So I guess you like it.”

“Babe, your cooking is fantastic. Having you feed me was the best idea I’ve ever had. Shit. I’m going to need to hit the gym hard this week,” he says, patting his flat belly. I roll my eyes at him.

“That’s what I’m here for. Oh, I wanted to tell you some good news.”

“Oh yeah, what is it? Have you come into money and are leaving me? Because I don’t think that shit’s good news.

“That’s because you like my cooking. Anyways, I talked to the life insurance company and they’re finally issuing my check. I’ll have enough to pay off the house and a little to live on.”

“So when are you planning on leaving me?” His expression is neutral, but I remember his other words.

“I don’t know but I’m tired, so goodnight. Just leave the plate and I’ll clean it in the morning.”

He looks like he wants to say something, but I keep moving. I know he’s not going to just leave the plate. The man is going to clean up anyway. It’s his usual. Really, all I do for him is cook his food. He sends his suits out so I don’t need to do that. The rest, he washes himself.

I can’t continue being his maid for long. I want him too much that I can’t stand by while he finds someone else. Hell, he might have someone else since he doesn’t come home until after ten.

~~~~~

She walks away again for the third night in the row, but tonight’s different. She plans on leaving me, and probably as soon as she gets that check. Fuck, she has no idea what she’s done to me. I can’t let her leave. Maybe if we go away to Lake Geneva for the weekend, I can seduce her out of her shell and into my bed— permanently.

I look down at my plate and I’m no longer hungry. I hate this charade we’re playing. I know she wants me. I can feel it. Every time we’re near each other the pulse in her neck throbs. I’ve looked at it so many times, I feel like a starving vampire. I plan to sink my teeth into it this weekend. Emptying my plate in the trash, I clean up and head to my bedroom for another night of stroking. It’s the only way I can sleep with her downstairs from me.

I see my bed is made and it makes me smile. Normally, I make my bed, but that first day I was in such a rush to see her I forgot, so when I came home and she had already made it, and I let her. I like that she comes to clean up my room and that she touches my sheets.

After taking a fast shower and a nice tug on my dick, I climb into bed. There’s a different scent I’m picking up on; it’s hers. Her smell has been ingrained in my memory since the night at the strip club. I had her luscious body in my arms and inhaled her sweet pussy before sneaking away. It was wicked and wrong, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to apologize for it.

I pull the covers up and trace the strength of her scent like a bloodhound. Yep, it’s right in the center of the bed and sheets. My girl had her goodies on my bed. I wonder if she played with her pussy while thinking about me. Fuck…my dick is standing proud as I picture her rubbing her little cunt. Damn. I give myself a tug and squeeze. I’d just come in the shower, but I guess he’s not ready to go down for the night.

Taking myself in hand, I stroke over and over again, picturing Blossom with her hands between her thighs, moaning for me. My hand glides up and down; my pre-come smooths the path. It only takes a handful of pumps before I’m nutting in my hand and on the sheet she had her pussy on. Something about our combined essence is so fucking exciting that I’m still half hard. I don’t want to rub myself raw, so I think about her with someone else and it destroys my hard-on, but also any trace of sleep for the night. Tomorrow, I’ll start the seduction and then she’ll be mine.

I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon. Damn it, my new “housekeeper” is going to get herself a big, hard bonus if she keeps up the great cooking and being fucking perfect. She’s been feeding me for the past three days. It’s Friday and I’ve got plans for us later in the day. It’s been a crazy week with work, but if she thinks I’m going to let her leave without me, she’s got another thing coming. It makes me laugh that she thinks I can’t see her attraction to me. I can tell that she’s not too happy being stuck in the house, but thankfully, she hasn’t had to deal with any of my family. I don’t want them to mention Adam and I don’t want him around her— at all.

Unfortunately, I haven’t been around much. My latest case has got me in the office all day and night, so she warms up my meals before going to bed. I want her to stay up with me and talk, but she avoids me at all costs. I know something is going on between us, but she doesn’t want to let me in. It’s simmering under the surface, and I’m waiting for her to let go. We haven’t gone past the employee and employer relationship since that first night because I know she needs time to see the man I am and to heal from her loss, but it’s getting harder and harder to do.

Getting my naked ass out of bed, I look for some sweats. Deciding just to go in just a pair of pants, I make my way into the kitchen. Fuck me, I should’ve at least put some boxers on instead of going commando. My dick is so hard it’s trying to push its way out of my waistband. I see her in a tiny pair of shorts with a tee shirt. She makes me want to forget anything but my need to be buried in her pussy. I lean against the wall and watch without her noticing me. Blossom’s so beautiful; her hair is up in a messy bun thing and I think she looks perfect as she pours herself some coffee. She’s humming as she stirs in some sugar, seeming right at home just like I want her to be. Taking the spoon out of her cup, she lifts it to her mouth, sucking all the coffee off it. I close my eyes controlling the lust growing from such a simple, innocent act. A grunt of hunger is expelled from my throat as I push off the wall, which startles her.

I walk up to her and push the loose strand of hair out of her face. “I didn’t mean to scare you— again.”

“I didn’t hear you come in. Good morning,” she cheerfully says before getting a good look at my lack of clothes. Her eyes move from my eyes all the way down to my pants with my huge dick outline. I let out another groan and her eyes immediately jump back to mine; her face flush in shame. She turns back to her coffee cup.

Damn, I need to create some distance before I take her back to bed. One more day of this fake-ass employee/employer relationship then I’m claiming her. Hell, it may not make it another day. My dick has total objections to it.

“Good morning, Brooke.” Her face changes from the embarrassed smile into a disappointed blank expression. It’s because I haven’t called her that since she fell asleep in my arms. To me, she’ll always be Blossom. In fact, I hate calling her Brooke, but I’m trying to keep my cool with her.

The hurt in her eyes, although necessary, gets to me. I need to know how much she actually wants me. I don’t want to force our relationship like Adam tried. She told me that he threw her out when she refused to join him in bed. I haven’t spoken to or seen Adam yet, and he’s lucky I haven’t. When I do, it won’t be pretty. 

Instead of giving me an attitude, she just lets it go. “Do you want some coffee?” she asks as she takes a sip of her cup.

“Sure. Are you making bacon?” I love bacon, but I haven’t made any in a while. It smells almost as good as she does. As she goes to make my cup, I take hers and drink from the spot her lips just touched. She catches me, but I’m well past the point of caring.

“Yes, I am. It’s one of the breakfast options left in the fridge. You’re running low on choices,” she tells me after putting my cup on the counter in front of me. I still drink from hers which causes her to pink. Damn, soon we’re going to be sharing more than coffee— a bed, a life.

Since I live alone, I don’t always eat breakfast. I’m surprised she was able to find something to make. “Sorry, I normally go grocery shopping on Saturday. I have a car here if you want to go sooner. I don’t want you to be hungry.”

“There’s plenty of food here, just not for breakfast. I can wait. Besides…I can’t drive.” She ducks her head, and I just stare at her.

“No shit?! You can’t?” I’m shocked and curious; I don’t know anyone that doesn’t drive. Well, I didn’t until now. I’m hit by the sudden benefit of this information. That means she can’t get around without me. Having her depend on me only adds to my desire. I don’t care if that makes me a caveman or old-fashioned, but a man should always take care of his woman.

“No. My parents weren’t the best at keeping jobs and didn’t believe we needed a car, so I never learned how.”

“I’ll teach you one day.” It’s a lie.

“I don’t need to learn. The city here is full of trains and buses,” she says with a shrug. Blossom has no idea what I’d do to keep her safe, but she’ll learn.

“Babe, you’re not taking the train,” I argue. There’s no way in hell that I’m letting that happen. Blossom will be chauffeured around. I don’t want her alone with strangers who could hurt her. After what happened to me when I was in college, I’m surprised that I was willing to go with her on the train that day. It was the best decision I’ve ever made. 

“I’ll take it if I feel like it,” she snaps at me just as she’s checking on the bacon. I hear a loud pop and a yelp as the grease lands on her arm and she drops the pan on the stove. In a hurry, I turn off the stove, pull her to the sink, and turn on the cold water.

~~~~~

He’s on me in an instant, freaking out like I set myself on fire. It’s nothing that won’t heal, but the look in his eyes is adorable. It’s comforting to know he cares. “Fuck, babe. Shit. Does it hurt a lot? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

I chuckle even with the sting of the burn, but he’s too nuts. He acts like I stabbed myself through and through. “Dev, it’s only a small burn. It sucks, but I don’t need to go to the hospital. Do you have any Neosporin?”

“I think so. Stay right there. I’ll be right back.”

He rushes off and heads to the bathroom in my room. “Okay,” I say to his back, admiring his muscles there. I can’t believe he came out of the bedroom in just his sweatpants.

He’s back before I can blink with the open tube, squeezing some out. I let out a little giggle with a shake of my head.

“What’s so funny, babe?” he asks with his brows scrunched up in a scowl.

“It’s not that serious, Dev,” I placate him.

He’s quiet while he focuses on my boo-boo and rubs the cream on the burn. Once he’s satisfied, he lifts his eyes to meet mine. There’s something reflected in them. It’s a look he’s given me on and off the past several days. He runs his thumb down my cheek and whispers vehemently, “It is to me.” Inching closer, he cups my face and reveals, “For two weeks, I left you to the mercy of the streets of Chicago. I promise I’ll protect you always.”

“Devin, you don’t have to take care of me. I’m not your responsibility.”

He snarls. “This game is over, Blossom. I know we’ve been playing this bullshit about you being my housekeeper, but it’s never been that way to me. You’re mine. I shouldn’t have let him take you away from me in the first place. If I’d not been so jealous, I would’ve put two and two together before he fucking kissed my girl.”

His mouth attacks mine and the last three days of fighting my feelings are over. My need for Devin breaks free and I grip his thick hair, moaning and trying to get closer.

He pushes me against the counter, his body on mine as my ass hits the granite surface. I feel his power and strength covering me, protecting me. The feeling sends my pussy into a frenzy; it’s pulsing and wet. My shorts are a weak barrier between us; I don’t think I can withstand this. I want him. He lifts me up onto the counter, parting my thighs and presses his hard, large erection right where I need it.

I moan as the tip of his cock peeks out of his sweatpants. Lifting my hips, I try to relieve the ache he’s created. He grabs the hem of my shirt, lifting it off me and moves his lips straight to my hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a bite, sending pleasure to my clit.

“Ah, Devin,” I sigh, coming hard against his cock head. Just a little further and we would’ve gone all the way. I should be afraid and running, but instead, all I can think about is how much he wants me. Fuck going back to Ohio.

~~~~~

“Fuck, Blossom. You messed up now,” I growl in her ear before taking a nip at the lobe. My dick is so ready to come. Hearing her cry out my name almost unmans me, but I grit my teeth and keep him from letting loose. Resting my head on her chest, I take a deep calming breath.

“Why?” she asks nervously.              

I look up at her with a wicked grin. “Because I was going to give you some time. Now…I’ve no control left.”

I step back holding a finger up, and I run to grab my phone. Returning to my spot in between her legs, I make my call to the office. “I’m going to work from home today.” Thank God they pushed the trial date to Monday. I had no idea my Blossom was going to open up for me like she just did. I listen as my secretary goes on about prepping for the trial, my mouth on Blossom’s neck the whole time.

“Um…Rosalie…I’ve got to go.” Ending the call, I continue perusing her lovely neck and move my hands all over her body. My Blossom is moaning in my ear and tugging on my hair, driving me fucking nuts. I can feel every inch of her coursing through my bones. She squeezes her thighs against my hips. It’s too much for me; I need her now. I grip her calves and wrap them around my waist. Taking her mouth with mine, I grind into her. Her heels dig into my waistband, sliding my joggers off my ass. Moving my hand in between us I lift my cock out of my pants. Groaning, I pull my lips from hers and quickly snatch off her shorts taking her panties with them. As much as I want to take my time worshipping her sweet body, I don’t want her to change her mind. She lets out a gasp in shock but, thankfully, doesn’t stop me. Pulling her forward, I part her thighs to get a look at my flower. Her beautiful pussy is bare. I don’t picture her as the type of girl who waxes her snatch, so I know it has to do with the strip club. This is the last time I plan to see her pussy bare like this. She’s perfect either way, and I can see the beads of desire on her lips, but I know it’s not bare just for me. I line up my cock with her entrance, growling. “Blossom, you’re mine now. Do you like your pussy like this?”

“Like what?”

“Bare as a baby’s ass.” She looks at me nervously and tries to get out of my grasp, but my dick is sitting at her entrance and I’ve got a hold on her plump, round ass that makes me want to flip her over. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m just asking.”

“Not really. It was the club’s beautician that did this.”

“Good, because even though I like that I can see the dew on your petals, I only want it for me. This was for someone else. If you want your pussy bare, it better be to make me happy, not any other man.” She sighs and squeezes her eyes closed. I look down and my girl is creaming at my words. Fuck, she’s going to get rutted hard if she keeps being too damn hot for her own good.

“Only for you,” she agrees in a whisper, closing her eyes as I thrust hard into her. The moment I rip through the barrier, my mind explodes in ten different directions. The main one being…I’m her only one. The second is the pain written on her angelic face.

“Mine,” I whisper on her lips before kissing her. A tear drips down onto my thumb as I hold her face in my hands. “I’m sorry, babe. I wish I knew, but I promise I’ll always make you feel amazing.” I slide out of her heated pussy and drop to my knees. Her scent hits me head on and I know she came on my bed. Fuck, my cock is dripping a little bit of my cum on the floor. I part her petals with my nose and inhale her heady, sweet aroma. She giggles as my morning scruff rubs against her folds. I groan because the sound goes straight to my balls and I lose some more cum. Her pussy opens for my tongue; the first taste of her honey is addicting. I lick her up and down as she tries to pull my face closer, needing more. Willing to give her whatever she needs, I flick her clit with the point of my tongue before sucking on the little nub. Her body starts to squirm as I max on her delicious core. I slip in a finger and press it down toward her ass while I play with her clit. She comes hard and fucks my face. Before she’s all the way done, I climb to my feet and tease her nub with my cockhead.

Her hands slide onto my shoulders, gripping them tightly. “Hold on, tightly, Blossom. You’re in for one hell of a ride.” My hands move to the counter as I lean in and take control. Pistoning forward, I pump up into my sweet woman. Her center is throbbing and pulsing, holding my cock hostage. Even with her walls slick with her release and my pre-come, her pussy is tight. I’m not all the way in, but I’m working in further. I want my seed to sink into her walls and into her womb. The thought of my Blossom with our kids sets me off. My cum is spurting into her, but knowing how hard I stay during my solo sessions for her, I know I’m not done yet.

“Babe, do you know I stroked my cock last night thinking about your scent. The sweet scent you left for me on my bed.” She blushes, and I know I’m right, not that I doubted it after tasting her pussy. “Don’t lie to me or I’ll pull out. Did you come while thinking of me?”

“Yes,” she purrs while I tease her with shallow movements.