Watching You: KJ Elite Inc. (37 page)

“You’re his kryptonite – always have been, baby.” Noah told me, lightly chucking my chin.

Tommy growled, Noah laughed and I shrugged, walking away (after grabbing Noah’s hand and taking him with me). It served two purposes; I made Tommy jealous, again, and I got Noah safely away from him saving both of them some bruises and possibly broken bones.

Today started out mildly okay and turned dark after I ran head first into the brick wall that was Michael Kane.

“Fuck.” I said under my breath.

“No.” He replied.

“It wasn’t an offer.” My face twisted like I just tasted something sour.

Before I came flying back into town, Mike and I had always been decently close. I mean, he was a few years older than us – same age as Charlie – but we were all one big pretty tight knit family. Apparently things had changed and I didn’t get the memo; I sure noticed the arctic freeze when I got back though.

I stepped to the right to get out of his way and continue on mine to the kitchen when he stepped to the right also. Coincidence. I stepped left, he stepped left. No coincidence. I threw my hands on my hips, head back, huffed out a hot breath and looked back into his eyes. His face was so ruggedly handsome, strong, chiseled like the finest statues.

“What do you want, Mike?”

He crossed his arms, and dear God they were friggin huge. For imagery purposes, they are probably as big as, if not bigger than, my head. Looking at him was a guarantee that somewhere in his house was a personal gym and it was not neglected.

His face softened a tiny bit and he lowered his voice from booming to almost shouting.

“How are you doing?”

I actually choked. If I had mastered the silly skill, I would have rolled my eyes back in my head.

“6 months have passed and you want to know now, how I’m doing?”

“I asked didn’t I?”

I rolled my eyes. Too little too late, bub.

“Forgive me – I was under the impression that you didn’t give a flying fruitcake about me.”

He had the audacity to chuckle.

“What is up your ass?”

“MY ass? You wanna talk about what’s up
my
ass? You shoved the freakin’ ice queen out of her mansion and took over her rule when I got home. What’s up
your
ass?” I hollered, shoving my pointer finger in his chest.

He freaked me out for a millisecond when he reached out, with lightning quick speed and uncurled my hand, shoving all four fingers into his chest and straightening out my thumb.

“When you point, you point one finger forward and three back at yourself. Always knife hand.”

I shook my head, trying to knock that delusional part of my brain back into its place. Oh, no, it wasn’t me? Okay – so he is fucking nuts.

Before I could even respond, he continued.

“Did you ever stop to think about him? Even once?”

“You’ve gone and cracked your skull.” I never stopped thinking of him.

“You’re so fucking selfish, inside that brilliant mind of yours that you didn’t even take the time to think your dumbass shit through.” He actually poked me in the head. Like four times. Hello, ouch!

“Selfish?” I ought to say he’s got some nerve but the truth is, he’s right. I had been selfish. It was one of the things I realized when I was sitting in the not-so-dank-dungeon-of-here.

He nodded and drove on. “While you were out, parading your pretty little face all over New York, you didn’t even pick up the phone and call the one person who mattered the most. The one person you love, maybe more than yourself, though I doubt it most days.”

I opened my mouth and closed it a few times, giving the distinct show of a fish out of water.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m fucking pissed at you, not because you didn’t call me or send me any care packages, emails, pigeons. I’m fucking pissed at you because while you were traipsing around at galas and a-list events, my brother was slumming around the house that he built with his bare hands; he didn’t eat a single thing and he drank himself into fucking oblivion; he was a shell of what used to be. The war was hard on him, hit him hard when he lost more than half of his squad. Do you know what it feels like to sit there, defenseless, watching while a bullet rapes the brains of your brothers and sisters? He came home less than 100%. He came home to nothing.”

“He had you. All of you.” I defended, fighting the tears that were already spilling over.

My pathetic attempt at rebuttal only enraged him further. He flexed his hands in and out of fists, mentally counting. I saw shadows growing closer behind him but no one spoke aside from Mike.

“I was there. I picked him up off the floor. I threw him in the shower and fed him. I searched for all his bottles and emptied them. I even hid his wallet and keys when he wanted to get more. I talked him off the edge night after night. The only thing that would have grounded him, that could have grounded him, was 900 miles away, hiding like a selfish, self-absorbed, little girl.”

“You were in the war. What could I have done that you couldn’t?” I was feeling cornered and like all I wanted to do was crumple up into a ball and hide. But I deserved to hear all of this and take this pain.

“Been there for him, to mend his heart with that love that only yall have for each other. We know you’re meant to be. It was written in the stars and shit. But you weren’t here. You were there, with another man, doing whatever tickled your little girl fancy. My brother fights demons in his sleep, when he’s awake, in his mind, every second of every day.”

His angel wading through the darkness.

I was hardly aware of the hot twin rivers that flowed endlessly down my face, my neck, off my nose, into my cleavage. I didn’t even have the willpower to wipe them away.

“That’s enough.” Tommy put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and walked past. I was frozen; he put his hand on my elbow and guided me back to the room I was staying in. It was all like slow motion, but I was stuck in quicksand, again. Just like 6 months ago – I should move, I should speak, but I’m silent and broken. The only feeling I have aside from complete sorrow, is that overwhelming electric zing; that current that flows through me when our bodies connect, no matter how little the contact is.

“I-“ I had no idea what to say. What could I say?

“Don’t.”

He feared pity. Good, I didn’t have pity to spare.

“He’s right.”

“Yes.” He agreed. “He is.”

Tommy opened the door to the room, guided me in and I turned on him, afraid he was leaving me here alone…again. Contrary to my thought, I smacked into his broad, shirtless chest. Did I mention the shirtless part?

“What…” I croaked and had to clear my throat. “What are you doing?”

He used his booted foot to kick the door shut and flicked the lock without looking back.

“Sleep.”

“You Tarzan, me Jane?” My lame attempt at humor fell flat.

I turned to walk away from him and felt him against my back, his body heat enveloping me. I froze and unconsciously let my head fall to the side as he brushed my hair away from my neck. His soft lips skittered across my skin and left a trail of heat behind. I moaned, leaning into him and wrapped my arms up around his neck. Little nips strategically placed along my shoulder and back up my neck, on my earlobe, sent shivers running through my body. My panties were now gathering a pool of my arousal.

“TJ.” It was a whispered plea.

“I need you. Now.” It was a demand.

“Take me.” I begged.

He took. And he gave.

He wrapped one arm around my waist and lifted me up against him tightly, the other hand making quick work of my pants as we were on the move to the bed.

I couldn’t help the little push of my butt into his pelvis; he drove me wild with need.

“I need to feel you.” He said, his mouth moving against my throat.

Skin to skin. 

Although we were facing the bed, he managed to swivel me around effortlessly and lay me down as if I were a piece of fine china. I sat up to yank my shirt off, revealing my lack of a bra and he let out a primal growl.

Tommy stood to his full height and made a show of unbuttoning his jeans, slowly pulling the zipper down and revealing the tip of his cock; a bead of pre-cum sat atop the head.

I wanted to lick it. Looking at me under hooded lids, he divested himself of his jeans in a flash and stood before me like the golden Adonis he is.

“Spread your legs wide open for me.” He ordered.

I obliged but not before feeling the blush dance across my cheeks.

I had no shame or doubts about my body and I knew Tommy loved it, but it could still be a little embarrassing opening yourself like that and allowing someone to view you like you’re on display.

“Fucking beautiful.” Tommy groaned, sliding between my legs, wrapping his strong hands around my thighs. Chancing a glance down, we locked eyes as he flicked his tongue out at my clit, making me writhe.

His tongue was long and magical. Releasing one of my thighs, TJ encircled my clit and began lapping at my wet folds, devouring me like I was his last meal. The man could eat like no one’s business – that apparently didn’t change with the matter of the “food”. I never imagined that a man giving a woman oral sex could be so damn sexy. There was nothing in this world that could break our connection in that moment, as I watched him watching me, eat me out. My whole upper body lifted up off the bed and I was pushing my pussy into his mouth, urging him to make me come faster. As my insides clenched and I felt myself fall into the abyss of ultimate pleasure, he stayed with his tongue buried so deep inside of me, stoking my fire; I rode out the waves of ecstasy pulling at his hair.

I opened my mouth to speak, feeling as if it were full of cotton balls but only a sob broke through when he plunged two fingers into me, wiggling them against my g-spot.

Fuck experience with many different people; not that I looked down upon having multiple sexual partners, but Tommy knew my body so well that he didn’t need the experience of other women under his belt; he got me going in no time flat.

“I can’t… it’s too much.” The feeling I had was overabundant as if I would explode if he continued on with his torturous exploration of my pleasure. I had just come down from my orgasm high and my body was already preparing itself for another descent. Desperately I wanted to make him come, to make him feel this good. I sat up on my elbows and his firm hand shoved my chest back down.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“I want to make you feel this, too.” It sounded lame, but it was a miracle I was even speaking.

“I need this. I need to make you come all over me.” The flash of desire in his eyes, the pride and the need was so all encompassing of him that I allowed him to have this. I didn’t want to seem even more selfish after what Mike had just said.

What the fuck was I doing thinking of Mike right now?
Time to go, big brother.

Just before I tumbled off the cliff, Tommy withdrew his fingers. My eyes had at some point drifted shut, but flew open at my sudden emptiness. I whimpered. With a new look in his eyes, Tommy lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

“God, you taste fucking amazing. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted in my life, baby.”

It was…animalistic and raw; I should probably think it was gross, but I was so fucking hot by it that the need to have him inside me grew ten-fold.

“Come here.” I crooked my finger at him.

“I plan on it.” At least his humor was returning. “Roll over.”

I did as he said and rolled to my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pulled them up so I was on all fours, knees spread for him.

“Fuck me, Tommy. Hard.”

Another growl.

I was really beginning to love that sound. Seeing me like this, hearing me talk like that to him, made him growl. Jesus, I was dripping wet now.

Tommy positioned himself behind me and adjusted his grip on my hips, digging his fingertips into my flesh.

A sweet mix of pain and desire surged through me.

“Hard.” I reminded him.

In one swift movement, Tommy had slammed into me, buried to the hilt.

I cried out, clawing into the mattress.

Giving me a second only to adjust to him inside me, Tommy began to thrust in and out of me, fast and hard. Just how I wanted it.

“So fucking tight, baby. Yes.” His voice, gravelly.

A hard smack on my ass thrilled me, pushed that much closer to sweet release.

“Mine.”

I moaned and threw my head back as he pounded into me.

“Say it, Taylor.”

I didn’t even pause.

“Yours. God, always yours, Tommy.”

“Don’t you dare forget it. Ever.” He ordered.

“Never.”

Without slowing his pace, Tommy leaned his front into my back and reached forward to pinch my nipple. Giving it a tug sent a straight shot of enticing pain to my pussy and I was ready.

“Come for me, Taylor. Come all over my dick.”