Authors: NJ Cole
“We’ve both been naughty girls,” Gigi, a petite red head, added in.
I knew the women well from my trips to the city of lights. Carter had found them through an escort service, and
clearly
they knew my preferences. There really wasn’t anything these two wouldn’t do, as I’d found out the last time I was here nearly a year ago. I’d been with each of them individually in the past, and while they had both shown their expertise and willingness, on my last visit, they’d come to my room together and had performed sexual acts on me and each other that I’d only ever
heard
about. As hot as it had been, I had absolutely no interest in them now. I hadn’t had interest in
any
woman other than Mackenzie since I’d been with her on my birthday. I finally understood how a man could stay faithful to his wife, because I couldn’t imagine ever wanting another woman again.
Elise ran her hand up my inner thigh. “Perhaps we can get you a two for one deal,” she cooed, though it did nothing for me.
I was about to excuse myself when Kenzie walked into the bar. Words couldn’t describe how she looked in the dress that clung to her body like its life depended on it. It left nothing to the imagination, and I was more than upset to see that every man in the bar was looking at her.
Forgetting Gigi and Elise completely, I hurried over to Kenzie. I’d been captain of my debate team in high school, given speeches before thousands of people, spoken on television, and yet words failed me when I reached her. “My God, Kenzie. You look…” How did I tell her that she was the image the artist was going for when he sculpted the Venus de Milo? “Well…” I managed to stutter. Jesus fuck! That was all I could say?
Well? She was more breathtaking than all of the paintings in the Louvre, but the only thing I could come up with to complete my sentence was, “nice.”
Her smile at my compliment, as pathetic as it was, was stunning, and once again I found that others thought so, too. I’d knew I’d have to share her with the world soon enough; tonight she was mine.
I had offered her my jacket. I knew it was ridiculous of me to want to cover her up, as it would be tantamount to using a roller and some paint to cover up the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, but I didn’t care.
Dinner was delicious, though I spent more time watching Kenzie eat than enjoying my own food. I couldn’t help it. The way her mouth and tongue played with each bite was sinful and had me hard throughout most of dinner. It wasn’t really a shock, though; I’d been hard most of the day. Each time she’d laugh, or smile, or hold my hand, I would find myself adjusting my pants, let alone when she was kissing me at the top of the Eiffel Tower or in the back of the cab. I know the driver had been kidding, but it had crossed my mind to tear off her clothes and take her right there in the backseat. The only thing that stopped me was that she deserved better than that.
We’d finished dessert, a torturous event for my cock as she moaned in delight with each bite and then licked the spoon clean. I was relieved that she excused herself to go to the ladies’ room, as it would give me a few minutes to calm down before the check arrived.
As I called for the check, however, knowing what was to come next, I couldn’t help the twitch in my pants.
Finally!
I ignored the voice in my head. There was something else I wanted to talk to Kenzie about first—something she’d mentioned on Christmas.
The fact that she’s on birth control?
Again ignoring the voice, I paid my bill and went to wait in the lobby near the ladies room. To my surprise, Elise and Gigi came out and walked over to me. I didn’t like the idea that they had been in there with Mackenzie.
“Well, Daddy,” Elise purred. “We offered your toy the opportunity to share you with us tonight, and she declined. That’s up to you, though…isn’t it, Daddy?” She rubbed her hand on my cock and it went soft instantly.
“What the hell did you say to her?” I seethed.
“Nothing,” Gigi whined, running her hand up my sleeve. “We just asked her who she worked for and offered to join her. So what do you say?” Her words made my blood boil.
Brushing their hands off of me, I headed for the women’s bathroom, already knowing it was bad.
I knocked on the door. “Kenzie?” I called out softly after opening it a crack. There was no answer, and I began to wonder if she’d already left and gone to the room. When I heard a sniffing sound, my heart sank. Fuck, she was crying.
Ya
think? She was just called a whore by two whores.
I really didn’t need shit from my conscience right now. “Kenzie?” I called out again, opening the door wider. I walked in slowly, making sure not to startle any other women in the room, but she was alone.
My heart broke at the sight before me. She was sitting on a couch at the far end of the room, her knees pulled up to her chest, sobbing. She was hurt, broken, and it was all my fault.
“Kenzie,” I said, sitting down next to her.
“Please, just go,” she whispered. I didn’t know what to say or do, but I was sure as hell not going to leave her crying in the bathroom. “I know you’d rather be with them. Just go.”
Rather be with them? What the hell had they told her?
“Kenzie, Babygirl, I don’t want to be with them. I want to be with you.”
She looked up at me. “But you’ve been with them right?”
I nodded, hating myself for the answer.
“Both of them?”
I nodded again.
“At the same time?”
I nodded a third time, and the look of hurt in her eyes nearly killed me.
“How am I supposed to compete with that?” she questioned, dropping her head again. “I mean…there are
two
of them, and they’re so beautiful, and they probably know how to do things in the bedroom that I’ve never even heard of.”
“Kenzie, please—” I tried to interrupt her but she went on.
“And it’s not just them. There are others, right?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“Like lots of others? Like more than a dozen?”
“Yes.”
“More than two dozen?”
“Yes.”
“Do I even want to know how many women have called you Daddy?”
I had no idea myself, but I’d been fucking for almost twenty years. I’d had numerous partners each year, even with some repeats, so I knew my number was well over a hundred.
“No. You don’t want to know.
I
don’t even want to know. All that I do know is that everything is different. Everything changed on my birthday. Hell, that’s why I haven’t been with another woman since.”
“What?”
Her head rose again.
“I uh…I haven’t been with any other women since I was with you on my birthday.”
She sniffed. “Like none?”
I couldn’t help the chuckle. “Not
like
none.
None
.”
“Why?”
And that was the question I didn’t know the answer to.
Yes you do. You know why. You’re just terrified to admit it.
Ignoring the voice, I told her what I’d been telling myself for the past seven months. “I don’t know. All that I do know is that I can’t imagine being with anyone other than you. I don’t
want
anyone other than you.”
“But you could have
them
.”
“I want
you
.”
“Really?”
“More than I’ve wanted anything in my life. So much it scares the shit out of me and keeps me awake at night.”
“But why?”
Just tell her. What have you got to lose?
“Everything,” I silently argued with myself.
If you lose her, you lose everything. Just tell her.
“The reason that I don’t want anyone else, and that I feel physically ill when I think of you with another man, is because…” I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “I love you.”
See? Was that so hard?
She just stared at me, unblinking. Had I scared her? Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.
“You love me?”
“Yes. I love you. I don’t know for how long, but I do. I am so in love with you I don’t know
what
to do. I have no idea what I’m doing, or where this is going—where it even
can
go—but I do know that I am head over heels in love with you, Mackenzie Wade.” I laid it all out on the line, waiting for her to say something…anything. Her mouth hung open as she processed what I’d said, and it seemed like an eternity had passed before she finally started to speak.
“I…”
She was interrupted by two little old ladies walking into the bathroom. “Dear me!” one of them exclaimed. “You better get out of here, you pervert, or I’ll use my taser on you!”
“I was just taking care of my wife,” I stated, picking Kenzie up and hoping not to have twenty thousand volts of electricity shot into my ass. “She’s feeling ill. I don’t recommend the fish.”
I carried her past the two women who had their mouths hanging open. Kenzie had buried her face in my chest as I carried her to the elevator.
“I’m ok, you can put me down now,” she said once the doors had closed.
“Not on your life.” She giggled, and as much as I wanted to hear what she had been about to say before Thelma and Louise came into the bathroom, I was glad that she was laughing again and we’d moved on. I tried to lighten the situation further.
“I just want you to know, the men’s room—it doesn’t have a couch. Why do you guys get a couch?”
She lifted her head. “Uh, if it had a couch, would you sit on it?”
She had a point. I couldn’t imagine, even in the cleanest of men’s rooms, going in and sitting on a couch.
When we got to the door she stiffened up. “Is something wrong?” I asked, terrified of what she was going to say.
“No, it’s just, can I have a few minutes to myself.”
I didn’t blame her. Not only had she been accosted by two whores in the ladies room, but then I’d unloaded all of my baggage by telling her that I love her.
She went into her room and I went to sit on the patio; the night air was chilly, but it felt good. I stood at the railing, admiring the view of the city. It was spectacular, yet nothing compared to Kenzie.
Why couldn’t you have said that when you saw her?
“I’ll tell her the next time I see her,” I promised myself.
If she comes out.
I was dwelling on the thought that she might never come out when I heard her open the door. Spinning around to see her, I once again found it hard to speak or breathe.
Her eye makeup was fixed, but there were remnants of a smudge, giving her the look of a woman who’d been recently fucked. Her hair, which had been pulled back for dinner, hung loosely around her shoulders. Her eyes were no longer rimmed with red, and sparkled, reflecting the lights of the city.
“You look…” again the words failed me. Maybe if all the blood hadn’t rushed from my head to my dick, I’d have been able to complete a sentence.
“
Shhh. I have something I need to tell you.”
I swallowed and prepared for the worst.
“I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve wanted you for so long. I can’t even remember a time when I wasn’t attracted to you. Then last May, before your birthday, I heard about you and your preferences.”
I cringed at the word. She took a quick breath and continued. “I used that to get to you. I just wanted to know what it felt like to have you. Just once. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted you again and again. I couldn’t seem to get enough of you.”
I knew exactly how she felt.
“You said you hadn’t been with any women besides me since your birthday. Well I haven’t been with anyone, either. I tried to go on a date, but all I could do was think of you. And that guy my dad met? He was my roommate’s ex-boyfriend and had just stopped by to get his things.”
I couldn’t help the relief that I felt hearing that. I knew I had no right, but it had been killing me to think of other men being with her in any way.
“I’m not sure when it happened—maybe it’s always been there—but I only recently realized it. I don’t know where this is going, or where it
can
go, but I do know one thing. I love you, too.”
I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath that entire time, but I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. She
loved me. She was the first woman outside my family to ever tell me that and mean it.
“I love you,” I said again, picking her up and spinning her around. “Fuck, I love you.”
When I set her down, her body slid against mine, reminding me of how sexy she was and how much I wanted her. I needed to show her how much I loved her. I’d never made love to a woman before. Sure, I’d fucked, but I’d never made
love
. I was shaking with nervousness and excitement until I looked into her eyes. The love that was there made everything all right.