WalkingSin (15 page)

Her curiosity won out over her apprehension
of the unknown. “Tell me.”

“I’d rather show you.”

He tugged her backward a few steps so water
from one of the showerheads hit her chest. It ran down her body, chasing away
the soap suds. He turned her so the water could rinse her back too.

“Had enough of the shower?” he asked.

“Yes.”

Dax rinsed himself and turned off the
water. He helped her from the stall, handed her a fluffy towel. Kelcey quickly
swiped the drops from her skin, eager to be back in Dax’s arms again as soon as
possible. She tossed her towel on top of his on the counter and took his hand.
He led her straight to his bed, where he lay on his back and pulled her on top
of him. His lips covered hers in a long, deep kiss.

Kelcey had fantasies of things she wanted
to do to Dax, just like he had about her. Right now, all those fantasies
vanished in her desire to be one with him. She ended the kiss, despite Dax’s
mumbled protest, and moved away from him.

“Wait. Where are you going?”

“To get this.” She reached into the
nightstand drawer and removed a condom. She waited only long enough for Dax to
roll it over his cock before she straddled his hips. Grasping the base of his
shaft, she impaled herself.

Dax hissed. She moaned. She gave herself a
few moments for her body to adjust to him, then began to move. Dax touched her
the entire time she moved, running his hands over her breasts, her hips, her
butt. He dipped his thumb between her thighs to caress her clit…tiny little
circles that urged her to move faster, take him deeper.

“Oh yeah. Move on me, Kelcey. I want to
feel you come.”

Those husky words, combined with the
fullness inside her, sent her over the edge. Tongues of pleasure licked up and
down her spine. Kelcey tried to keep her eyes open, to look into Dax’s eyes,
but the sensations were too intense. Throwing back her head, she arched her
back and rode out the wave.

Dax tensed beneath her. She felt his cock
pulsate inside her, heard his low growl when he came. She watched the evidence
of pleasure wash over his face.

The sight of Dax in the throes of orgasm
took away her breath.

She caressed his chest and shoulders while
waiting for him to open his eyes. She didn’t think she’d ever tire of touching
him.

He took both her hands in his and gently
tugged until she lay stretched out on top of him. His softening cock remained
nestled inside her. She wanted to leave it there as long as possible.

A gentle kiss touched her temple. “That was
amazing.”

“Even if it didn’t fulfill any of your
fantasies?”

“Who says it didn’t?”

Kelcey lifted her head. His eyelids were
half closed, a satisfied smile turned up his lips. “What fantasy did it
fulfill?”

“You in my bed.”

“I think technically I’m
on
your
bed.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “In, on, doesn’t
matter, as long as you’re in my arms.”

Everything inside her went all gooey, like
melted caramel. She didn’t know what it felt like to fall in love, but she
wondered if all the tender feelings welling up inside her for Dax could be the
beginning of love.

That would be incredibly stupid.

“I’d better go.”

His arms tightened around her. “You don’t
have to go. Spend the night with me.”

“Dax, I don’t have any clean clothes.”

“You didn’t have any last night either and
you stayed.”

She couldn’t argue with that statement. “I
have things I need to do tonight.”

He pushed her hair behind her ear, ran his
fingertip down her cheek. “Is there anything you have to do tonight that’s more
important than fulfilling some fantasies?”

She couldn’t argue with that question
either. “No.”

“Well, then.” He slid his hands down her
back to her butt. “What do you say to eating that hunk of chocolate cake Emma
brought over and then we’ll work on some of those fantasies?”

Kelcey smiled. “I say that sounds good.”

Chapter Twelve

Dax eased off the bed so as not to wake
Kelcey. He moved slowly because he wasn’t sure if his legs would work yet. He’d
just experienced some of the most intense orgasms of his life and his entire
body felt weak.

Gathering up his clothes from the floor, he
tiptoed from his bedroom. Once in the hall, he pulled on his T-shirt and
sweatpants before making his way to the kitchen. A drink would be really good
right now. Then food.

He guzzled down half a can of Coke while
thinking about the lovely woman in his bed. He didn’t think their lovemaking
could be any hotter than it had been last night. Playing around with their
fantasies had been fun. He hadn’t taken her against the shower wall, but the
wall in his bedroom had worked just as well.

Tonight had been even hotter.

He’d worked in the office today, painting
colorful flowers on the white walls in the office. The additional artwork
hadn’t been in Alaina’s original plan for the B-and-B, but she’d quickly agreed
when Dax suggested it. Kelcey would spend most of her time in the small room.
While she had a large window for natural light, he wanted her to have other
beauty surround her.

Working in the office gave him the chance
to sneak in a kiss every few minutes.

It also gave him the chance to observe the
way she’d rub her neck when she didn’t think he saw her. The massage on Tuesday
helped her, but more than one would be better. He’d suggested she come by his
house after work for another. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea, he’d sworn
he wasn’t simply trying to get her in his bed. She’d actually looked
disappointed at his declaration.

Dax chuckled. Kelcey continued to surprise
and delight him.

He’d been a good boy until the end when she
lay on her back while he massaged her neck. He may have let his hands slide a
little farther down her chest than he did with most clients. And maybe he
enjoyed it so much, he let them slide even farther until he touched her
breasts. The little gasp of pleasure she’d uttered encouraged him to continue.
Her nipples had hardened beneath the brush of his thumbs. When she began to
shift her hips, he knew she needed more than stimulation to her nipples.

Dax stood by the side of the table and
pulled back the sheet and blanket. He’d slipped one hand between her thighs
while he continued caressing her breasts with the other. Kelcey had raised her
knees and let them fall open, giving him plenty of room to touch her. The oil
on his hand let his fingers easily glide over her creamy folds.

It had taken less than a minute for her
body to tremble from her climax.

Not giving her any time to come down from
the high, Dax had helped her stand, then bent her over the table. He’d sheathed
his cock with the condom he’d stashed in his pants pocket—just in case—and
entered her with one long thrust. The walls of her pussy had clamped onto his
cock, milking it from her second climax as he fucked her.

The memories had his shaft half hard,
despite all the sex he and Kelcey had shared over the last two hours. Pushing
aside his growing desire—for now—he opened the refrigerator to try to find
something to prepare for supper.

A sharp knock before the back door opened
followed by a “Yoohoo!” announced his mother’s arrival. She came in carrying a
plastic grocery bag. “Hi,” she said with a smile.

“Hi. Whatcha got?”

“A present from Walt Kinney. His grandson
went to the Gulf coast this weekend and came back with fifty pounds of jumbo
shrimp.”

“Whoa!” Dax took the sack from her. “Fifty
pounds?”

“Walt brought us twenty-five. I kept ten
pounds for your father, grandfather and me and split up the rest between you,
Rye and Griff. They’re cleaned, but aren’t cooked. You’ll have to do that.”

“No problem.” Beverly had just solved Dax’s
problem of what to prepare for supper. Shrimp he could handle.

His mother looked toward the door that led
into the dining room. “Is Alaina here? Isn’t that her car out front?”

Dax set the sack on the countertop.
“Kelcey’s here. She borrowed Alaina’s car. Her neck was still hurting from the
accident, so I offered to work on her again tonight.”

“I heard about her accident. Is she all
right?”

“Other than a stiff neck, she seems to be
fine. She was very lucky.”

“I saw her car at Walt’s. Did you have it
towed there?”

“Yeah. The insurance adjustor will be here
tomorrow to check it out. I’m pretty sure it’ll be totaled.”

Beverly sat at the kitchen table. “That’s
too bad. It isn’t that old, is it?”

“Kelcey said four years.”

She gestured toward the sack of shrimp.
“Put those in the refrigerator.”

Dax grinned at her bossy tone. “Yes,
ma’am.”

“And get me a glass of tea while you’re
there.”

“Anything else, Mother?”

She looked up toward the ceiling, as if
pondering his question. “Not right now. I’ll let you know.”

He chuckled at her impish grin. After
putting away the shrimp and washing his hands, he prepared two glasses of iced
tea and joined her at the table. He’d taken a healthy sip when Kelcey walked
into the kitchen, Walker by her side.

“Hey.” He quickly stood and crossed to her.
With his mother in the room, he fell into professional massage therapist mode.
“You didn’t sleep very long. How do you feel?”

“Like an overcooked noodle.” Pushing her
hair behind her ears, she switched her gaze to Beverly. “Hello.”

Beverly stood and drew Kelcey into a hug.
Kelcey’s eyes widened, her gaze darted to Dax. She obviously hadn’t expected a
hug from a woman she didn’t know.

“Kelcey, this is my mother, Beverly. She’s
a hugger.”

“He says that like it’s a bad thing.” Beverly
released her, but still held her hands. “I’m so happy to meet you, Kelcey.
Alaina and Emma have told me all about you. I’m sorry about your accident. How
do you feel?”

“Mom, give her a chance to breathe.” He
lightly touched Kelcey’s shoulder. “Would you like something to drink?”

She looked at him with a grateful smile.
“Yes, please.”

“Iced tea or something stronger?”

Her smile bloomed, lighting up her eyes.
“Tea is good.”

Completely mesmerized, he stared into her
beautiful blue eyes. Something tightened his chest, an unknown emotion that
made him feel as if his heart was swelling. He’d experienced the same kind of
emotion when he’d watched Rye propose to Alaina.

Scared of the strong emotion, Dax took a
step back, breaking the spell. Kelcey’s smile faded. He thought he saw pain
flash through her eyes before she lowered her head.

“Uh, why don’t you sit down with Mom and
I’ll fix your tea?”

“Actually,” Beverly said, “I need to go. I
left your father and grandfather cleaning up the kitchen. I have to supervise
or they’ll make an even bigger mess.” She gave Kelcey another quick hug. “I’ll
see you Sunday at dinner.”

“Mrs. Coleman, I hadn’t planned—”

“It’s Beverly, and I don’t accept any
excuses. We eat at three, but you’re welcome at any time.” She switched her
gaze to Dax. One eyebrow arched. “Walk me out, Dax?”

Oh shit. He knew what that eyebrow meant.
His mother had something to say to him and wouldn’t say it in front of Kelcey.
“Sure. Kelcey, help yourself to whatever you want.”

He stepped out the back door with his
mother. As soon as he closed the door behind them, she turned on him.

“Don’t you
dare
hurt that sweet
girl.”

He couldn’t believe his mother would
automatically think the worst of him. “I have no intention of hurting Kelcey.”

“You may not intend to, but you will if you
string her along like she’s one of the trollops you date.”

Whoa. He’d never heard his mother talk
about his dates this way. “Mom—”

“You date women only interested in sex
because that’s all you want from them.”

Heat crept into his cheeks. Only his mother
could make him feel as if he was ten again and being punished for doing
something stupid. “I’m single. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I didn’t say there is. Sex between two
consenting adults is fine if that’s all they want.” She pointed toward the
kitchen. “Kelcey isn’t like that.”

“How do you know? You just met her!”

“I know a lot more than you think I do.”

She couldn’t know about the rape. Surely
Alaina and Emma hadn’t talked to his mother about that. Dax’s eyes narrowed.
“Exactly how much do you know about Kelcey?”

“I know she isn’t a plaything you can use
and push aside when you decide you’re through with her.”

It hurt to realize his mother thought so
little of him. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Thanks
for your vote of confidence, Mom.”