Dark Boundaries (19 page)

Chapter Forty Eight

Kristine~

I know it should be a happy day. My best friend just married the man of her dreams! But I can’t help that my own heart is breaking. I can’t be in the same room as him and pretend to be happy, when all I want to do is cry.

The air has cooled down some. It’s late afternoon, and the pavement is still warm from baking in the sun the whole day. I unlock the door to my store and feel miserable as I open it. Usually seeing my store brings me a sense of peace, but not tonight.

I start to close the door when someone pushes their way inside. I’m both shocked and happy to see that it’s Garrett. He closes the door behind himself and locks it. I’m still searching for words, wondering what he’s doing here when he turns an intense gaze on me. I take two steps back but he matches me step for step. I make it to the first book shelf when he slips an arm around my waist, and pulls me hard against his chest. He still hasn’t spoken a single word to me the whole day. Well, accept for asking me to dance, and that doesn’t count. So when his lips come down hard on mine and he kisses me the same way he did that first time, devouring me as if I’m his last breath, I’m confused.

He pushes me backwards using his whole body, until I bump into the table I keep the coffee supplies on. He lifts me, and places me on the edge of the table. I feel his hands take hold of my dress and he pushes it up my legs, never ending the kiss. His hands work their way up to my panties and he quickly drags it down my legs.

I can’t break free from the kiss. I don’t want to. I want to drown in him, too. I fumble until I reach the zipper of his pants. I pull it down and make quick work of his belt. I don’t want this moment to end. If it’s all he’s willing to give me, then I’ll take it.

I shove his pants down over his hips and open my legs wider. One of his arms goes around my waist and he pulls me right against his hardness. He fills me with one deep thrust. His other hand tangles in my hair and he grabs a fist full. He pulls my head back and kisses a burning path down my neck as he starts up a hard and unrelenting pace. I wrap my legs around him, and grab hold of his shoulders.

My stomach tingles and I tighten my legs around him. The cups rattle around us. He quickens his pace more, stealing the breath from my lungs. I can’t even moan as I suck in breath after breath. He engulfs me completely. His presence, his strength and the way his eyes burn over my skin, it all dims my surroundings until there’s only him.

“Come for me,” he whispers out of breath. “Show me how much you want me.”

My whole body tightens at his words, every muscle tensing at his command. I let go and scream as my body orgasms around him. A few more deep thrusts and Garrett’s hold on me tightens to the point of bordering on delicious pain as he empties himself in me.

This man is my weakness.

He lets me slip from the table and I leave him standing there. I go up to my apartment and straight to the bathroom. I clean myself and then splash some water over my heated face. I don’t know if he left and I’m too scared to go check, so I keep hiding in the bathroom for a few minutes.

When I gather enough strength I peek out the bathroom into my apartment. I’m surprised to see him in my kitchen, drinking a glass of water. His eyes snap to me as I take a step out of the bathroom. He tilts his head to the side and I wonder what’s going through his mind.

After several minutes anger starts to simmer in me. “Say something!” I yell when it all becomes too much.

He places the glass on the counter and walks around the small island. He comes to stand in front of me and I suddenly feel naked as his eyes rake over me. This man has the power to make me feel utterly vulnerable and I hate it.

“What do you want me to say?” he asks, confusing the hell out of me.

“Why are you here?” I throw my hands in the air, feeling frustrated. “Say anything. Thanks for the fuck … anything will do right now.” I look at him with my heart in my eyes. “Or just maybe … just maybe, that you missed me too!” My breaths come heavily, my chest rising and falling with each one.

“What do you want from me, Kris,” he snaps. We’re like fire and oil, the one igniting the other. “I tell you I love you and you tell me what I feel is crap, a fiction of my imagination. I tell you I want to protect you and you run. I gave you your freedom so you could finally be happy. I fucking killed for you! What more do you want from me?”

Everything he says is right, but I always though he did it to ease his conscience. I look down at my bare feet.

“No, don’t look down!” He takes hold of my chin and forces my face up. “You don’t get to hide now. Look at me and tell me what the hell you want.”

My chin starts to tremble and I whisper the words, “I just want you. I want you, Garrett Macht.” I take hold of his wrist, just so I can touch him. “I want your eyes to smile at me. I want you to want me. I don’t want you to let me go. I only feel free when I’m with you.” I take a tentative step closer to him. “I want you to want me so much. I want to belong to you.”

“Kris,” he almost moans my name, “I’ve wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I want my wildcat, the woman who never stopped fighting. If I take that fight from you then I’d rather let you go. I don’t want a slave. I want the woman I fell in love with. I let you go so you could come back to me out of your own free will.”

Hope spreads through me like a wildfire. “I want to come back out of my own free will. I want to be with you in every way I can.”

~*~

Chapter Forty Nine

Garrett~

“Are you sure?” I can’t help but ask her. I need to be so sure this is what she really wants.

“All I want is to be with you,” she whispers and takes another step closer to me, brushing her breasts against my chest. She stands on her toes and places a kiss on my jaw. The feathery touch of her lips on my skin is incredible. I stand dead still, wanting her to initiate the intimacy between us. Her hands travel up my chest and then she starts to unbutton my shirt. She pushes it off my shoulders and her hands drop to my pants. She makes quick work of the belt and zipper and I step out of it.

Standing before her in just my boxers, her eyes drink in every muscle and inch of my skin. My cock becomes rock hard under her heated eyes. She reaches behind her and unzips the dress. It falls to her feet and for a moment it reminds me of the auction. She looked so scared and small on that stage. I wanted to punch every man there just for laying their filthy eyes on her. I would’ve given every cent to my name to buy her. Now I’d give my life for her.

She unclasps her bra and it joins the heap of material on the floor. I let my eyes feast on her breasts which I know will fit perfectly in my hands and mouth. My eyes travel lower to the valley between her legs where I want to be buried permanently. She walks to the bed. I follow behind her watching her every sensuous move. She stacks two pillows on top of each other at the head of the bed and gets on. Kneeling, she leans her head down on the pillows, her ass in the air. She’s wonderfully exposed to me.

I strip out of my boxers. Using only the tips of my fingers, I brush her smooth skin from her neck to her ass.

She spreads her legs wider. Her voice is filled with need as she offers herself to me. “Take me, Garrett. My body is yours. I want you.”

It’s music to my ears. She knows just what to say to make me lose all control. I go to where my clothes are on the floor and get the belt. Her face is turned to me, watching my every move. I slowly walk back to her and get on the bed behind her. Leaning over her I take her hands and stretch her arms out before her. I tie the belt around her wrists and then softly trail my fingers up her arms to her shoulders. This is the way she gave herself to me during those days in the container when we were alone. She’d let me do anything. She’d let me push her body to the ends of pleasure. It wakes up something wild in me. I want to consume her when she’s like this. I want to take everything she offers me and never give it back.

I caress her ass and lick my lips at the sight before me. I get off the bed and go to stand next to her. Her eyes are clouded dark with need and desire. She looks fucking perfect.

I place one knee on the bed, keeping my other foot on the floor. I press my cock against her hip, and start to caress her ass again. And then I let the first slap fall over her right cheek. I caress her again, and let the next one fall over her left cheek. She wiggles her ass into my hand, thrusting it high in the air. I know what she wants and I’m going to give it to her.

I slide my finger between her legs and circle her hot heat. She lets out a soft moan. Fuck, I’ve missed that hypnotizing sound. I rub her a little harder, teasing her and then I stop. I watch her breath quicken in anticipation. I smack her clit and watch it flush a deep red. I don’t give her time to recover and push my finger deep into her. I feel her clench around me and quickly pull out.

“You’re not allowed to come until I say so,” I whisper. She nods showing that she understands, but her hips push higher searching for my hand. I love how responsive her body is to me. I let another spank fall over her entrance and quickly push my finger in to feel her muscles grip me. I repeat the process a couple of times, until she’s moaning and bucking her hips against me.

I get on the bed behind her and taking my cock, I rub it up and down her, coating myself. Her hands are tight fists, her whole body wound tight in front of me. I take hold of her hips and hold her still. With one hard thrust I enter her to the hilt. I withdraw slowly so she feels every inch of me. Again, I rub myself against her swollen clit before plunging in to her. I repeat the torturous process until I have her whimpering.

“Please,” she starts to beg. “Please let me come.”

I slide my finger down her ass and when I reach the puckered hole, I slowly push my thumb in. Her whole body convulses against me. I can feel my cock as I start to thrust my finger in and out of her ass. I match the thrusts of my thumb to that of my cock sinking deep in her. Her legs start to shake against my thighs and I know she can’t hold out anymore. I lean over her, pressing my chest to her back and I listen to her gasps of pleasure.

I pull out and taking hold of her hips I turn her around to lie on her back. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen from biting them to hold back until I give her permission. Her hair is scattered everywhere and I can see her pulse rapidly beating in her neck.

I pull her knees up beside my hips and take one of her hardened nipples into my mouth. I bite it just enough to border on painful and it makes her moan with pleasure. Her hips grind in the air in search of my cock. I grab her bound wrists and pin her body under mine. I slam into her with all my strength. She throws her head back, her lips parting on a moan.

“Come for me, Kris,” I groan not being able to hold much longer myself.

Her hips start to grind back against me, her muscles sucks me in deeper. “Garrett!” My name escapes her hoarsely and then her body tenses like a bow, her back arching off the bed.

“Good girl,” I whisper as my own orgasm releases. I keep thrusting until she collapses back on the cover, totally spent and then my own jerky movements start to slow. I slowly move in and out, emptying myself completely in her. “Fuck, yes.” I collapse on her, needing a moment to gather some strength before I pull out of her delicious heat.

~*~

Chapter Fifty

Kristine~

My whole body is buzzing with pleasure. He unties my hands and then he leaves me lying on the bed, feeling completely boneless. Moments later he comes back with a cool cloth, and cleans me. I can’t even bring myself to open my eyes. He lies down next to me and pulls my limp body against his. He places a kiss on my shoulder and then whispers, “Do you need any more convincing of how much I want you?”

I giggle and shake my head. “I’m good for now.” I curl up against him. “I might later, though.”

“Is that so?” his voice rumbles in his chest.

“Yeah, but first I just want to lie here with you. I just want to feel your arms around me.”

He places a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll give you ten minutes to recover.”

I laugh into his chest. I don’t think I’ll be awake in ten minutes.

~*~

Chapter Fifty One

Garrett~

Six years later…

A shrill scream startles me awake. I blink a couple of times to clear the blur from my eyes. The screaming starts up again, this time more determined. I throw my arm over to Kris’s side of the bed and tap her back. “Your daughter is awake,” I mumble.

She grabs a pillow and shoves it over her head. I hear her faint mumble, “Took two to make her. It’s your turn.”

I pull the pillow away from her and cover my own head with it. “I have to get up for work in the morning.”

“Like I don’t have to work? Go check on our daughter!” She yanks the pillow back, smacks me with it and covers her head again.

“You have to obey me, I’m your husband.” I start laughing already knowing how she’s going to react.

“You said it, I’m your wife not your slave.” She started saying that after Amy was born and I love it every time she does.

“You win,” I say, getting up to go check on our daughter.

We got a bigger place after we got married, not far from her bookstore. I’ll never let her give up on that store, I know how much it means to her and she has Andrea helping her. Besides, I work from home so I’m always on standby for her and Amy.

Amy’s room is next to ours. I put on the nightlight and peek into her crib. “Hey, Princess,” I pick her up and cradle her in my arms. “Tell daddy what’s wrong and I’ll fix it.” She makes a few unhappy sounds, as if she’s having a serious conversation with me. I love my daughter to the ends of the earth. I check her diaper. It’s just a little wet, but I change it anyway. I check the time, and see that it’s just gone past five. It’s the time she usually wakes up. So much for getting more sleep.

I carry her back to our room and get back in bed. I place Amy between us. “It’s past five. I got Amy, you can get the coffee.”

“Nooo!” Kris moans from under the pillow. She peeks out just as Amy flails her little arm, smacking her on the nose. “You can see she’s your daughter, she likes it rough,” she leans over Amy and makes sucking noises on her cheek, “just like her daddy.” She lifts her vest and blows bubbles against her stomach, making Amy cry out with laughter.

I now live for moments like this one. My happy moments.

Kris pushes herself up and stretches before she heads for the kitchen. “I almost forgot,” she calls from the kitchen. “Riza phoned after you fell asleep last night, to remind us of Noah’s birthday party this weekend. Can you believe that little boy will be five already. Time goes by so fast.” She comes back into the room with our coffee and I sit up straighter.

“One of these days he’ll be starting school,” I say as I blow over the mug. I look at Amy. She’s chewing on her hand, satisfied to be in our bed. “But you’re not going to school. You’re going to stay my little princes so I don’t have to kill any stupid boys for trying their luck with you.”

Kris laughs, placing her mug next to the bed so she won’t spill. “You do know she will date one day, then marry, have kids of her own.”

I scowl at Kris. “No, she’s joining a convent. She’s not allowed to date.”

“We’ll see,” Kris laughs at me.

~*~

Kristine~

Watching the kids run around is such a pleasure. Riza and Justin adopted Noah a year ago. They tried for long to have children of their own, but after four long years, they decided to adopt. They did the right thing. Noah is perfect. He was made for them.

Kelly chases Noah and a friend and I smile. She was upset when I told her I was marrying Garrett, but she came around … a year later. She’s still single and that worries me sometimes. Kelly grabs hold of Noah and spins him in the air. She loves our kids and for now that seems to be enough.

My eyes find Garrett where he’s talking to Justin. It looks like Amy fell asleep in her uncle’s arms.

“He loves the smell of her,” Riza says next to me. “I swear if Justin could bottle the smell of a baby, he’d sniff it like an addict.”

I laugh with Riza over her comment. Everywhere I look is a happy face. This is all I wanted from life, happy loved ones.

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THE END

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