A Forbidden Tryst (A Taboo Tale #1) (3 page)

He paused as he inserted the key in the
lock.

Keep it together,
man
, he ordered himself. He had to
remember who he was. He was a generally good man; he paid everyone
down to the janitor obscenely well. He paid his taxes. He opened
the door for women, and always moved over when cars needed to merge
in his lane.

He wasn't
this
man--this person
who'd lie with his wife's eighteen year old daughter. Jess had said
they were both adults but that wasn't true. Being an adult meant
sacrifice, it meant making the hard choice. The hardest choice Jess
had to make was the pink or blue minidress. Hell, if their tryst
got out, HE'D be the one painted as the letch, the party that
should have known better.

But when she looked at him with those big
blue eyes, he couldn't help himself. He wanted to know every inch
of her. He wanted to love her, to hear her moans of pleasure as he
explored her.

He stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. A
muscular young man in a Creighton U t-shirt stood behind the
island, drinking HIS coronas.

The kid's eyes went round as he broke a
toothy grin. He put down the bottle and jutted out his hand. "You
must be Jessie's dad. I'm Clay."

Davis shook it gingerly. "Stepfather. Davis
Kensington."

"Oh yeah! You're the dude from the
commercials. The heavy hitter or whatever."

"Yeah," Davis said curtly, putting down the
box.

Clay gestured at the almost empty identical
box in front of him, also from Luigi's.

"Great minds, man. Great minds!" he joked,
clapping Davis on the shoulder.

Davis gave him a wary smile. "Where's
Jess?"

She breezed in the room, flashing Clay a
mischievous grin. Davis felt his heart flutter as he scanned her.
Her skin was golden and fresh. She looked even more beautiful with
the makeup gunk scrubbed from her face. Her yellow hair was piled
into a messy bun on top of her head, showing off a neck that begged
to be kissed. She'd exchanged her slinky lavender number for a
plain white tee and shorts. He could tell from the swell of her
breasts that she wasn't wearing a bra and it made his heartbeat
quicken. "I, uh, didn't know you'd have company."

"Well since I'm," she made the quotation
marks with her fingers, "grounded, I figured Clay could come hang
out over here. I hope that's fine."

"Yeah, of course," Davis said, forcing a
smile. "I just, uh, brought a pizza."

Jess grinned as she breezed over and opened
it.

"White pizza!" she gushed. "This one won't
eat anything but pepperoni," she said, cocking her head at Clay.
She pulled out a slice and let out a moan that made Davis clutch
the counter to steady himself.

"This was really nice, Davis," Jess said,
dabbing her mouth. "You know exactly what I like."

Feeling like his desire was written all over
his face, Davis steered toward the foyer. "I'll give you two some
privacy."

He headed to his downstairs office, trying to
ignore the jealousy burning in his gut. He powered on his desktop
and tried to remind himself that this was a good thing. Jess
deserved to be with someone her age. She deserved happiness, not
secret trysts.

He pulled up Outlook and started drafting an
email, a new game plan for the Waterbrook case. But every keystroke
just reminded him that someone else's hands were stroking Jess.

He gave his head a shake and tried to focus
again when he heard a commotion, followed by a crash.

He moved from the desk, his heart thundering
in his chest as he burst back into the kitchen.

He saw Clay standing over Jess, his chest
heaving. Jess was crouched on the floor, practically cowering.

Without a second thought, Davis was on Clay,
his hands tight around his throat. The boy's green eyes were wild,
bulging out of his head as Davis continued to choke the life out of
him. His midnight hair was splayed around his head like a dark
halo.

Jess was on his back, pounding him futilely,
crying for Davis not to hurt him. After a moment, Davis released
his hold. Clay sunk like a bag of potatoes to the floor, upending
the bar stools.

Now Davis was the one whose chest heaved as
Clay gasped for air, wheezing and coughing.

Jess just stood behind Davis, sobbing
softly.

"Get the hell out of my house," Davis
growled.

He didn't have to say it twice. Clay
staggered to the door, swiped his keys and kept lumbering, not even
bothering to close the door behind him.

Davis moved like a zombie, mechanically
pulling the door closed and flicking the lock.

When he turned back to Jess, she crumbled to
the floor. "He's not usually," she sobbed. "He's never..."

Davis fell to his knees beside her, rocking
her back and forth. "It's okay Jessica. It'll be okay."

Chapter Six

A Lover, A Doctor

Jess took the bag of peas from him, wincing
as she put it on her tender neck.

"I know what this looks like," she said, not
meeting Davis' eyes.

"Jess," he said gently, tucking a strand
behind her ear. "What are you doing with a guy like that? You
deserve better."

"He's not usually like that," Jess insisted.
"I mean, he has a temper, but he always gears it toward his friends
or swimming or biking, whatever." She swallowed. "He's never HIT
me. I never thought he would-" her words failed her as she let out
a sob.

Davis rose to his feet. "We're calling the
police right now."

"No!" Jess gasped. "I just wanna forget this
ever happened."

Davis shook his head. "I'm not gonna let that
prick get away with putting his hands on you."

She pulled off the makeshift ice pack and
finally met Davis' eyes.

"I'm not one of
those
Lifetime
,
stand by your man types. But I'm not one of your clients either.
You stopped him before it got bad...and that's the end of it.” She
gripped the side of the island and pulled herself up. "I'm gonna go
lay down." She flashed Davis a sad smile. "Thank you, Davis.
Really."

Before he could say anything further, she
booked it out of the kitchen, dashing up the stairs two at a
time.

She slammed her bedroom door closed and
plopped on her bed.

When she held up her hand, she saw that it
was still shaking.

She'd just made a joke about how Davis put
her first by getting white pizza instead of his personal favorite
and Clay lost it. He'd ripped the stool from beneath her and held
it over her head. Jess could feel hot tears streaming down her face
as she remembered the crazed look in Clay's eyes. For a second, she
just knew he was going to beat her with the stool. Instead, he'd
sunk to his knees and wrapped his thick fingers around her neck.
When she'd started clawing at him, he'd released her. And that's
when Davis came in.

Davis had been wild too, practically choking
the life out of Clay. A small smile played at Jess's lips when she
realized she hadn't stopped Davis for Clay's sake, but his own.
Skilled lawyer or not, Davis would have done time. She couldn't
have him lose everything. Not because of her.

She turned to the door when she heard a
double tap.

Davis pushed it open, holding a glass of
water and a small paper cup.

"Aspirin," he said, placing it on her bedside
table.

"Thanks," Jess said, pulling herself up.

Davis cleared his throat, running a hand
through his salt and pepper hair. "Sorry I lost it in there."

"It's okay," Jess said, patting his hand.

"No it's not," he said quietly. "I just..."
His voice trailed off, like he was lost in thought. "He reminded me
of someone. When I saw you, crying and terrified, and him lording
over you like some crazed master, I just snapped. And while it felt
good to let him know what it feels like, I should have handled the
situation better."

Jess reached out and caressed his cheek. He
looked so sad. So guilty.

"You're a good man, Davis. Don't let anyone
tell you any different."

They leaned in, their foreheads touching.
Jess felt his spicy, warm scent washing over her. She let herself
get lost in it as she shoved her mouth on his.

Davis pulled away, biting his lip. "We,uh, we
really shouldn't, Jessica."

"Oh." Jess said softly. "Okay."

She threw back her pill along with a swallow
of water, and then slid back onto the bed.

"You know," she said after a moment. "If what
we did was so wrong, why did it feel more right than anything I've
ever known?"

His response was reinitiating their kiss, his
mouth enveloping hers. Jess let herself melt into him.

"Oh Davis," Jess moaned, “I want you so
bad."

No other words were needed as fingers pulled
at clothing until they were flesh to flesh.

Jess reared back after a moment, scanning
Davis' face. It was nothing like Clay's. His face was strong yet
open, his eyes wide and full of love. It softened as he pushed his
cock inside her. Her velvet folds engulfed him as she let out a
moan of delight. Her pussy had dreamed of this moment...longed for
it.

Each thrust of his hard cock pushed her
closer to the brink. She never imagined sex could feel like this.
She wanted to hold onto this feeling and make it last forever, but
instead she gripped his muscular ass pulling him deeper inside.

She ground her pelvis into his with slow,
methodical circles.

"You like that?" Jess said, her voice thick.
His reply was sinking his face into her golden locks, still pumping
her sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck me," Jess whispered in his ear as wave
after wave of pleasure echoed all over her body. She was climbing
to the peak, so close she could touch it.

When he cried out her name, Jess touched the
end of the earth, their eruptions matching in time. She cascaded
down the depths, holding tight to his hips. She didn't want to miss
one drop of his hot cum. She wanted it all.

"Holy crap," Jess laughed when Davis pulled
out and snuggled up beside her. "That was-"

"Amazing," Davis finished for her, letting
out a chuckle. He turned to Jess, planting a kiss on Jess's
forehead. "You're an amazing woman."

"And an amazing lay?"

"A spectacular lay." Davis glanced down at
his legs. "I'm still shaking."

Jess leaned into him, flashing a toothy grin.
"I know what you mean. I'd KILL for a cigarette."

Surprise inched across Davis' face. "You
smoke?"

Jess gave him a look. "I am 18, Davis." She
burst into a fit of giggles, not able to keep up the ruse. "Of
course I don't smoke."

Davis let out a sigh of relief. "Your mom
would be..." His voice trailed off as he glanced away.

Jess pulled the sheet from the floor,
suddenly acutely aware of her nakedness. She felt a pang of guilt
as she turned back to Davis. Her mother loved him so much...she
could remember how flustered she got when Jess even said his name.
After a rollercoaster with Jess's father that left them both
nauseous and gun-shy, deep down she'd been delighted that her
mother found someone that made her happy.

Did Davis call out her mother's name? Did he
bury his face in her curly hair as he filled her?

Jess had a feeling that Davis was going
through the same crisis of conscience. He barely even looked at her
now as he slid off the bed.

"Wait," Jess called out, stopping him with
one leg in his boxer briefs. "Don't go."

Davis kept his back to her. "Jess, I don't
know."

Jess swallowed and put aside her pride. She
knew that she ran the risk of him rebuffing her, like he had at his
office, but she didn't want him to leave--at least not until she
said her piece.

"I don't really have any rational reason why
we shouldn't just do like before and steal glances and pretend it
didn't happen." She licked her lips. "Could you at least look at
me?"

She let out a whoosh of air when he turned
around. Her eyes were drawn to his still swollen cock, but she
forced her eyes upward. "I need you Davis. And I want you to stay
with me tonight."

She held her breath, waiting for the apology
followed by his adamant refusal. Instead, he let the underwear fall
to the floor and returned to bed.

"Okay," he said softly. "I'll stay."

Chapter Seven

Caught

For the first time in months, Davis slept
like a baby.

Lying with Jess in his arms had elicited
several more rounds and in the wee hours of the morning, they’d
futilely called a truce and promised to actually try and get some
sleep.

And boy did he...although even in dream he
tasted her honey clit on his tongue. Among clouds and unicorns and
lollipops, her beautiful, eager mouth was on his rock hard cock,
sucking him to absolution.

Davis smiled as he reached that quiet place
between dream and reality. He smiled because he knew when he woke
up, Jess would be lying beside him. Perfection. Lust in human
form.

But when his eyes opened, the smile fell from
his face. Toshi was standing in Jess's doorway, a look of pure
condemnation in her eyes.

Davis fumbled for the sheet, covering
himself. "This isn't what it looks like." He did an unconscious
face palm. That line would only work on a blind person. He and Jess
were butt ass naked--it was EXACTLY what it looked like.

Toshi let out a groan of disgust and stomped
away.

"Shit, shit, fuck!" Davis whispered as he
moved out of the bed, trying to not wake his sleeping lover. Toshi
had practically raised her--he didn't want her to see the look of
utter disappointment he was just dealt.

He crept out of the bedroom, pulling the door
shut behind him. He heard an angry clatter of dishes in the kitchen
and steeled himself as he walked down the staircase.