The Promise Pact (Promise to Love Book 1) (15 page)

When he finally returned to her, he smelled like fresh soap and oak. She snuggled against him tightly and they fell fast asleep.

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Two weeks later, Kaya could finally bare to look at herself in the mirror. The cuts, scrapes and bruised muscles were healing nicely, even Dr. Weinstein was impressed by her speedy recovery. She was also coping better. Finally, she was coming to terms with the first and second attack. Her nightmares were few and far between. She was making significant progress. She’d even reported to the doctor that she was sleeping better knowing that Donald Stevens would never be released from prison again.

Max had monitored her recovery with a careful eye. He’d work from home most of the time. When he had to attend court or an important meeting in the office, Angela would keep watch. Kyle even showed up one day to help out, she was glad he was back. They were beginning to form a new bond, although Angela wasn’t pleased with her decision.

Kaya was getting stronger and more confident with each passing day. Things were definitely getting back to normal but something was nagging, tugging and ripping at her deeply. Kaya knew exactly what it was! God knows, she had tried to forget about the voicemail message the day of the incident, but she knew she couldn’t ignore it forever. She had confessed her heart to the man she loved and he hadn’t said a word. A single word!
He’s only feeling sorry for you? It’s time to pack your bags, finish the garden and go back to your normal life in Brooklyn.
Easy, right? No.
She was hurt, terribly hurt. A wave of sadness washed over her. She was an adult and it was time to have their parting conversation. Be strong Kaya, you can do this. Don’t cry. Keep it short and to the point.

She brushed her silky black hair into a ponytail, tossed on some old, faded jeans, a nude colored tank top, then headed out of “their” bedroom to find Max. She searched around the massive condo and finally found him in the gym, squatting dead weights. Damn he was tempting. His long, sleek muscular legs and ripped abs sent shock waves through her system.

The last couple of weeks had been pure, sexual torture. They hadn’t slept together since the accident. Max was too afraid that he would injure her so he’d kept his distance. At night when his member rose, he would slip out of bed and engross himself in paperwork. It was agony on both ends. And today was no different, except Kaya couldn’t turn off her engine. It was chugging up the hill full steam ahead, destination---orgasm.

Max had created a sexual monster and this villain needed to be fed. Her eyes quickly diverted to his chiseled arms, which glistened from where she was standing, and he was gorgeous.

Kaya yearned to have those beautifully carved arms lift her high on top of him so she could pump his member fast and free.
You’re just aroused, calm down and handle your business Kaya.
But the sweet scent of his sweat, mixed with the sight of his glorious body sent her into overdrive.

She took in a deep breath then exhaled.

As she sat down on a weight bench Kaya said, “Hey Max, I was wondering if we could talk a minute!”

He instantly turned around and caught her gaze. She was stunning. He didn’t care about the small bruises, his heart was already in too deep.

“Yes Kaya, what’s up?” he replied placing the dumbbell back on the rack and heading towards her. He wiped his sweaty palms on his shirt, then sat down next to her, placing his hands tenderly on her lap.

“Y-Yeah, something has been bothering me since the incident.”

“What’s wrong?” He looked deeply concerned.

She sighed, then continued, “I left you a voice message the day of the attack and you never said a word.” He eyed the minor cuts near her breast area and closed his eyes.

She sat quietly, preparing herself for his exit strategy. She knew he wasn’t looking for a long term commitment. Max wasn’t the type of man who did long term and at this point in her life, she needed something long lasting without an end date. Max couldn’t give her those things. Plus he didn’t want children, something Kaya wanted.

“Kaya, you’re right. We do need to talk,” he said softly.

What was he going to say? He’d planned to tell her his feelings directly after the accident but he was afraid she would mistake his thoughts and words for sympathy. He needed her to understand he wanted more, much more. So he had remained silent but it was time for him to confess his heart to the woman he loved. He had waited too long!

She spoke again out of nervousness. “I’m very appreciative of everything Max but I do understand this wasn’t a part of Ms. Roy’s wish. I’ll pack my things immediately! Friends?”

As Max sat there listening to Kaya ramble on about leaving, a rush of emotions swept through him. He felt a mixture of shock, love and sexual aggravation. The word “friend” annoyed the shit out of him so now he had different plans, much different plans before he pronounced his love.

She never saw it coming. He leaned in, licking his chops voraciously.

“Friends, mmm!” He repeated the word “friend” in a deep seductive tone as he grabbed her waist tightly, pulling her close to him.
What the hell was happening?

“Do friends do this?” he whispered sexually. The words oozed from his naughty lips into her sensitive ears! He then placed his hand on her tense shoulders, massaged them tenderly and then seductively tugged down her thin tank top straps. She was frozen with lust; her eyes were wide open, she was afraid to blink.

“How about this Kaya? Do friends do this?” He quickly unclasped the hook of her lacy black bra, fully exposing her round buds to the crisp air. They ached for his touch. Max leaned down and swiftly took her breast into his mouth, sucking hard and nipping away at them until they were sore and ripe. He needed to touch her lips, he hadn’t felt them in weeks and his body was groaning loudly for her sweetness.

“Kiss me baby, I’ve missed you” he stated with eagerness. She obeyed immediately, entwining her tongue with his, each of them fighting the other for more.

Kaya couldn’t take it any longer, her core was pulsating, burning up inside. She lifted her hands and wrapped them around his sweaty neck, she needed his touch and so much more.
Just one more time!

Scorching with lust, love and desire, she forced his massive thick hands on her thighs, just inches from her pleasure zone, she needed him deep within the walls of her hungry pussy.

“Oh you want me to play with you don’t you,” he said with a deep groan. He knew what she wanted and he was going to give it to her, Now.

“I can’t wait! Stop teasing me,” she said tossing her legs around his sweaty waist. She didn’t wait for him. She quickly unbuttoned her own jeans so he could have better access.

“Kaya, I thought you wanted to be friends,” he uttered trying to keep up with her pace. She didn’t respond. She couldn’t, she was too busy trying to pleasure them both. Her quick fingers swiftly danced inside his gym shorts. Kaya tugged, stroked and rubbed his cock until her sweet name fell from his lips in a whimpering moan. It was time for payback, sweet payback. She spoke, “No Max, I don’t want to be friends, you do,” she stated with a smirk on her face.

He was going to teach her to play games.

He stood on tall legs, with a lusty smirk on his face. Then spun her around tugging her jeans off with one quick pull. Next, he laid her down on the bench. The only thing that remained was her dripping black panties. She squirmed.

“Be still baby!” He moaned as he tossed his gym shorts to floor. She looked up and gasped at the sight of his shining erection next to his six pack. He was hard and firm and she was ready. He was just about to dive deep down when he saw the bruises on her belly which forced him to pull back. He froze.
Selfish bastard, he didn’t want to hurt her.
Kaya saw the look of confusion and worry across his face. She didn’t give a damn about bruises, she needed his touch.

“Baby, I’m fine. Please, I need this. Give me all of you.”

“I know. I know. Let’s slow this down a bit, okay?” He said with tenderness in his eyes. His tempo changed. He leaned over and ran his fingers across her stomach, taking his time to gently kiss each scar. He watched her eyes dance in passion with each touch. The sweetness of the situation sent her into overdrive, her panties were drenched, wet as a sponge. She moaned on the bench, rolling back and forth in a fit of passion. He wanted to give her what she needed but he had to talk to her first. Drawing her close, he straddled her on his lap, eye to eye, skin to skin; then they spoke. “You’ve changed my life Kaya Hanson. Please don’t go! Don’t you understand, I love you more than anything on this earth?” The sincerity and look of love in his eyes told her he was telling the truth.

“You love me?” She stated with tears in her eyes. She was filled with desire, had he actually uttered the words? She hoped he would say them again.

“
I love you
, and if you are physically up to it I am going to show you just how much.” He announced as his manhood rose underneath her.

Panting erratically she spoke, “I’m good, just please show me now.”

He never hesitated.

He reached down and ran his finger on the wet fabric and heaved it to the side. “I know what you like,” he whispered, placing two fingers deep in her aching pussy. Her body shuddered on the thin bench. She moaned in delight, nailing her fingers into the small of his back. Then he ripped her panties off and tugged her throbbing bud until she couldn’t speak anymore, only sounds, sweet sounds. Next he lifted her ever so slightly until his hammer was right at the entrance of her wet, leaking dome.

“Let me in! Let me claim what’s mine Kaya” he demanded in a deep sexual tone. She slipped his warm missile into her channel while he grabbed her hips. She rode him; once, twice, three times, then he flipped her over and took the reins. His member went deep into her pussy, where her aching spot was, he reached down and played with her bud.

She moaned, yelled, and screamed his name until she was dizzy with passion.

“It’s been too long Max, I need to come. Please make me come Max” she screamed in his ear.

Months ago, she had been afraid to confess her deep needs but now she was expressing her wants clearly to the man she loved.

“I am going to make love to you,” he stated with determination in his eyes. She nodded. It was time.

Max was thick and hard.

Kaya was ready and able.

She took in his hammer inch by inch with fierceness and passion into her aching pussy. When he reached her spot he drove his manhood in deep, very deep. Her throbbing muscles clenched around his shaft causing an electrifying sensation to pass through both of them. She bucked with delight as he filled her, filled her completely. Then they both collapsed on the bench, finally nestling on the floor. The workout was complete.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“I need food,” Max announced coming up for breath after their marathon gym workout.

Kaya giggled.

“God, I love you,” she cooed nuzzling her face into his neck. She was sexually satiated and a meal sounded like a plan.

Ding Dong.

The entry buzzer startled them both. They rarely had visitors. Especially after the incident, Max didn’t want anyone to disturb her recovery. With the exception of Kyle and Angela, no one else had been in the condo since the incident, so neither could couldn’t imagine who was at the door.

Max grabbed his phone, which also operated his entire security system and spoke, “Who is it?”

“It’s Mr. Fox, may I come up?”

“Yes, of course. I’ll buzz you in now” Max stated hesitantly.

Max and Kaya stared at each other with concern in their eyes and jumped to their feet. Max pulled on his gym shorts while Kaya rushed to their bedroom to retrieve a fresh pair of clothes. Kaya had never met the gentleman but she knew the name all too well.

The elderly Mr. Fox blushed when he saw the two of them standing side by side, hugging tightly, with their fingers interlocked together.

“Good day Mr. King, I think it’s time we spoke again.”

“Again?” Max said looking confused. He hadn’t ever expected to see him after their first encounter.

“I’ll take it that you are Ms. Hanson, Ms. Kaya Hanson!”

She nodded.

“I’ve heard many great stories about you. It’s nice to meet you officially. Do you have somewhere we can sit for a few minutes?” he stated as he shifted his briefcase in his hands. He seemed very warm and kind but something about him also informed them he was there only on business, nothing more.

Max escorted them both to the living area where a small contemporary table sat overlooking Central Park. The sunlight was bright and intense, so he drew the blinds to soften the light. They all sat. Kaya was anxious. She gripped Max’s hand and remained quiet.

Mr. Fox removed his spectacles from his jacket pocket and slid them on. He glanced over a small report he had retrieved from his briefcase before he sat and then spoke.

“It looks as if the garden hasn’t been completed in the specified time frame. This poses a real problem. Ms. Roy was very specific about her wishes. Unfortunately neither one of you adhered to them.” He reached down and grabbed his briefcase and pulled out two envelopes, one clearly marked Max and the other had Kaya’s name etched on it.

Max spoke. He tried to explain. “Look, if this about the beach property or the garden, I will purchase them immediately, whatever the cost. I’ll even call some gardeners in South Carolina and have the work completed by the end of the week. Mr. Fox, you must know that we wanted to complete the work ourselves but Kaya…” He didn’t want Kaya to relive the horrid details so he paused. Then spoke again, “We will finish the garden as requested.”

Mr. Fox didn’t speak. He just smiled and pushed the envelopes towards them, then stood. He removed his glasses and placed them back in his pocket. Then he tipped his hat, in a farewell manner, and headed towards the elevator door. Seconds later he was gone.

Kaya trembled. She was afraid to read the letter. She’d made a promise to Ms. Roy and had broken it, Mr. Fox’s disappointment was apparent.