Dominion Trust Series - Vol.1 (70 page)

Still, she wondered if a part of
her
might be afraid sex would endanger the baby. Especially with the recently added dimension to their relationship. They’d have to tackle that issue when they came to it.

Her phone buzzed in her purse, and she pulled it out. It was Keihl.

Her shaking hands fumbled her phone, and it bounced off her lap and down to the floor.

“Dammit.”

She pulled up the tablecloth, looking under the table.

God, please don’t let Joely see that message.

“Did it fall over here?” Joely leaned to the side, scanning the floor.

“No — no, that’s okay. I’ve got it.”

Thankfully, she was able to retrieve the phone and slip it back into her purse. She tried not to sigh in relief. Then, mercifully, their food showed up and they both ate in silence for a few minutes, Kirsten’s mind thinking about that message, a slow, simmering heat between her thighs.

She thought of what Keihl might be doing at that very moment, what he was thinking about. If he knew what
she
was thinking about, he’d probably track her down at the restaurant and drag her home like a caveman.

That would be great as long as there was hair pulling and spanking.

She giggled, putting a hand to her mouth.

“What?” Joely said through a mouthful of food.

“Oh, sorry. Just thinking about something Keihl said.”

Joely swallowed, and took a sip of her wine. “Like what?

“He just — he’s looking forward to seeing me.”

“Ahh, someone’s getting laid this afternoon.” Joely winked at her.

Kirsten could feel her cheeks warming.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Joely pointed her fork at her. “I’m happy for you guys, really.”

“Thanks, Jo.”

“Let me ask you something though.” Joely pointed down at the book she’d lent to Kirsten. “If that didn’t really do it for you, what does? How do you guys keep things hot?”

Kirsten felt her blush deepen. “I don’t know, Joely. Maybe this isn’t the right place—”

“Oh stop, Kirsten. Nobody’s going to hear. Just talk softly.” Joely waggled her eyebrows. “I’ve got good ears.”

Kirsten took a drink from her water, licking her lips. “Okay, so we have this… thing. It wasn’t anything we planned, we just kind of fell into it. But it’s been growing, getting more serious.”

“Oh this sounds good.”

“Well, we call it ‘The Game’. I know it sounds dumb.”

“So what is it? New position every day? Do it in public? What?”

Kirsten cleared her throat, her voice lowering.

“I stumbled onto this website one day.”

* * *

K
eihl checked his phone, not sure if he wanted to see a reply from his wife. He thought a true surprise might make it even better. It was a risk, sure, but after tiptoeing through her e-reader earlier in the week, he thought it was a relatively safe risk.

Holy shit, he had
no idea
.

He remembered reading halfway through one of her historical romance paperbacks one weekend. He wanted to see what the attraction was. It bored him nearly to tears. All the incessant talking and
thinking
about emotions. Now, the sex scenes… those were more his speed. All in all though, it was about what he expected. Predictable.

The stuff on her e-reader was
anything
but.

He put his phone down and got back to work. The environmental impact statement he was reviewing was a borderline disaster. The development would not only impinge on a protected watershed (that meant costly abatement additions to the plans), but one of the fucking state biologists had filed an addendum stating that the land was habitat for an endangered vole.

A
rodent
.

He could say he couldn’t believe it, but it would be a lie. It was all too common, and got more so every year. He wondered how many years it would be before environmental “concerns” completely paralyzed any expansion of cities. He considered himself an environmentalist, and though no “tree hugger”, he’d gotten into environmental law initially as a way to ensure developers had a check on their seemingly limitless power. Ironically, after getting out of school, and learning how the world
really
operated, he ended up being hired by a developer. Funny how things worked out.

Keihl’s IM window popped up. It was Tom.

So, did you read them?
>

Hey Tom. Yeah.
>

And?
>

Damn! I was blown away.
>

Ha! What kind of books were they?
>

I don’t know. A lot of stuff with vampires, werewolves. Multiple partners.
>

And? I know there was more.
>

Keihl picked up his phone again. Still nothing.

A lot of pretty — uh, dark stuff.
>

Dark? Hmm, how so?
>

He felt a little weird telling Tom about this — like it was invading her privacy.

I don’t really feel right saying specifically. I’m already being sneaky as it is. I’ll just say you were right. They are different than her other books. MUCH different.
>

I knew it. See?
>

Keihl chuckled, imagining Tom’s self-satisfied grin. There was a knock at Keihl’s door.

“Come on in, Ella.”

His admin assistant slipped in through the door, flashing him a quick glance of her baby blues.

“This came in today from the state,” she said. “Another addendum, I’m guessing.”

She set a thick, legal sized manila envelope on the corner of his desk.

“Ah shit,” Keihl said, rubbing his chin. “Thanks, Ella.”

She gave him a knowing frown and let herself out.

So, have you told Kirsten about Sharon and me?
>

Fuck no. I don’t know how I’d even bring it up anyway.
>

You don’t need to feel guilty. You didn’t do anything. You just looked at Sharon.
>

I didn’t even do that. This isn’t guilt, Tom.
>

Whatever you say. The offer is still on the table. Let me know when you’re ready to come up again.
>

Not ready, Tom. Maybe not ever.
>

You will be.
>

Heh. Yeah, I’ll think about it.
>

Good. I’ll tell Sharon. She’ll be excited.
>

Jesus, Tom. Really?
>

Completely. She loves being watched.
>

She does!? WTF
>

Well, she’s embarrassed as hell. But she knows she has to do it anyway. And afterward — my God, Keihl.
>

You can leave it at that.
>

:) I know you want to hear more.
>

Yes, I do. And that’s precisely the problem. Stop the temptation shit before I rename you Doc the Serpent.
>

Ha! OK, fair enough. I’m done.
>

Good. Don’t you have some lives to bring into the world or something?
>

Right now, no. Just catching up on charts.
>

Kirsten’s traveling on business again next week. You want to get together?
>

I’m on call all week, and I have a scheduled C-section I’m assisting with Thursday. Let me know what day works for you and I’ll see what I can do. You want to come up?
>

Somewhere neutral this time. I’m thinking tennis if the weather holds out.
>

Great. Want me to bring Sharon? We can have her fetch balls for us.
>

Keihl’s memory flashed back to her curvy hips encased in skin-tight white shorts. No.

Just us guys this time.
>

I’ve been working on my two-handed backhand. No more attacking the left side for you.
>

Won’t matter. You still can’t handle my serve, pal.
>

We’ll see about that.
>

Damn, they just called a green team code. Better go see what’s going on. Let me know about next week.
>

Tom signed off before Keihl could reply.

Chapter Seven

H
er keys shook in her hands as she unlocked the door, peering through the side window as she drew the deadbolt.

It’s your house, idiot. Relax.

How could she relax though? It was time to move things along. The conversation with Joely confirmed that for her.

She cracked the door open, the weatherstripping whispering along the tiled foyer. She peeked her head in as if she were a stranger. Keihl’s black truck was outside, so she knew he was home.

Early.

He’d been doing that more often of late, and it was usually for the sole reason that he’d come home to fuck her. Hard.

She loved it.

But it sometimes scared her, in a way. Since the start of The Game, her mind seemed more and more to be on Keihl. And sex.

It was as if she were sixteen again, and everything was new and fresh — and dangerous.

She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed
dangerous
.

Maybe she was just being a stupid slut. It didn’t matter though, as long as Keihl loved her.

She walked down the front hall, her heels clacking disconcertingly on the wood floor. The house was dead quiet, with not even the background noise of television to fill in the silence. All the lights were off, but plenty of afternoon sunlight poured through the huge picture windows of the living room. She set her purse on the couch, stopping to pull off her heels.

“Leave those on.”

She jumped, nearly toppling over as she tried to balance on one leg. She looked around for Keihl. It was his voice, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Um, okay.” She straightened, her hands on her hips. “Where are you?”

Nothing.

She felt him watching her. She liked it, this new side to Keihl. She moved toward the kitchen, guessing he must be hiding on the other side of the wall.

“Stay there. Don’t move until I tell you to.”

Her pussy spasmed at his voice. It was the voice she only heard in the depths of passion, the voice she felt wash over her in the heated darkness of their bedroom as they made love.

“Oh… okay.” She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Don’t do that. Drop your arms.”

“Why? Keihl, where
are
you? What’s going on?”

She didn’t care as long as he kept doing this. She wanted to see what he’d do next.

Slut
.

“I want to be able to see your tits. Arms.
Now.
”

She could feel a trickle of moisture beginning between the lips of her sex, her heart rate picking up.

“Fine.” She dropped them to her sides, suddenly feeling like a little girl. Where was this coming from? She loved it.

“Open your blouse.”

“What?”

Tense silence. The sound of her breath was loud in her ears. Her trembling fingers moved to the top buttons, and she struggled with them. She felt his gaze upon her, as if he stood right next to her. Over her.

“Keihl, tell me where you are. You’re kind of scaring me.”

He stepped out of the darkness of the hallway that led to the master bedroom. He leaned a muscular shoulder against the wall, his arms crossed over his strong chest. She could see the stubble darkening his chin and jaw. He had to shave every day, one of those men who really
did
have a five o’clock shadow. Masculine. Beautiful.