Sleeves (22 page)

This woman was a few inches above her height, but that wasn’t what this was about. It was a matter of principle. It was a matter of determining motive here. Had he promised this woman sexual favors in return for help?

Figure eights were being drawn on the back of her thigh by someone’s fingers, giving Casey chills. She looked down and Kel was beaming at her, touching her. “Sit your ass down, sweetheart, and I’ll tell you what’s going on if you’ll eat while I’m doing it.”

She nodded, bent her knees and somehow found herself curled up in his lap as he fed her like a lost child.

Her teeth bit into the food like a savage, but he seemed oblivious. He nuzzled her with his nose, kissed her all over her face and stroked her when he wasn’t busy putting food in her mouth.

“I love having you in my arms again,” he murmured and nibbled at her ear.

“I love it, too, but . . .” She set her palm on his chest and inhaled deeply. “Can you tell me why we’re here?”

A car screeched out front, and she jumped in his lap.

He chuckled and caressed her arms. “We’ve got a few friends here to help us out.”

He tucked what was left of her sandwich into her hand and then stood with her in his arms.

“Robbie, hold Vanessa’s hand. She’s going to walk us out.” Kel moved quicker than she would’ve thought possible when he was carrying her. She wasn’t one of those feather-light model types. Not at all.

She had a flying butt, as her chiropractor used to say. It was rounded quite a bit, and she had a swayed back, making it more pronounced. Her thighs were monstrous, according to her and every other woman she knew, and her arms held a considerable amount of flab. In fact, she was dying to get out of that horrid tank top they’d had her in back at the facility. Wearing a tee shirt with sleeves this woman had generously donated to her, made her a little less upset with the slutty woman, still eying Kel.

At least now Casey was wearing something to cover up the hideous sight, and somehow she’d crammed her size twelve ass into a size ten.

This woman before her looked like she kept in great shape, and cellulite was something she may have heard about in passing years ago.

“You can put me down now,” Casey told him.

“Not happening.” He kissed her nose and looked fine with hefting her around.

Last time she checked, she weighed one-hundred-fifty. Unlike her friend, Jana, hovering around one-twenty—Casey had to search around for jeans that would actually fit her flaring hips and rounded ass.

She hated that about herself, always had, but the jeans this Vanessa had given her, fit even though they were a little tight.

“Put me down. I can walk,” she repeated.

“I said—not a chance, woman. I’m holding you, and I’m not going to stop.” He kissed her forehead this time and grinned.

“Fine, but I get to decide where I’m sitting in the car.”

He nodded.

Once they were near the car door, and she saw the Bentley SUV, her mind went blank.

Some scary-looking dude wearing a black doo-rag, sagging shorts down to his crack and tattoos up and down his neck and arms, opened the car door for him.

The guy smiled at her, and she saw more metal in his mouth than actual teeth.

She melted into Kel’s hold. This was what she was used to running into with her job, and they always turned out to be the nicest people. The sight of this particular friend of Kel’s made her comfortable. She was sort of in her element.
This
she understood.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” the man replied, his voice scratchy and deep, but warm.

Kel thanked him as well, then slid across the seat, holding her still on his lap.

“Stay here. You’re with me the entire way.” Kel’s lips were on her again.

“What about Robbie?”

“He’s not safe with us. I’ve arranged for him to be taken to the FBI. Vanessa’s gonna take him herself. I’ll deal with getting him back later.” His voice broke, and he swallowed hard.

“But you didn’t even say goodbye,” she argued, wiggling, trying to break free of his hold.

“I did. While you were dressing, I told him how much I loved him and that it was time he did what he promised he’d do—listen to me when I try to protect him. He doesn’t understand, but he didn’t cry either. He’s used to being shuffled around. I promised him we’d be together again as soon as I got Nana out of that awful place.”

Robbie was outside the closed door, banging on the window and waving wildly.

They rolled down the window, both gave him a kiss through their ragged, emotional breaths and a moment later they were being driven away.

All Casey knew was Kel’s lips, his insistent hands, groping her and turning her insides to warm mush.

After ten minutes, the guy driving switched them into another car. He’d remained silent up to this point, then he finally said,
“Hey, Kel, you need anything else?”

“Nah, just keep going.” Kel’s hands never left her body, and he was growing more bold with each passing second, squeezing her breasts, licking her neck and grinding up into her ass.

“You’re not gonna eat her alive are you?” the driver teased.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Frank, and you won’t have to worry about what I do back here to my woman.” Kel’s hands were on her ass, trying to get her to turn around and straddle him, but she fought him off.

She giggled at how insistent this man was to get at her.

“I’m sorry . . . Frank, is it?” She leaned toward the driver. “Kel’s got issues with self-control.”

“And a raging boner around her. She drives me crazy,” Kel growled into her shoulder, his teeth nipping at her clothing.

He knew she was braless. Her nipples were drilling holes through her shirt.

“God, you look edible. Can’t wait to get you spread out for me again.” Kel kneaded his fingers into her cheeks.

She shivered, merely from the savage looks he was giving her with his heavy hooded eyes.

“How loud can I get you to scream my name tonight, hmm? Do you think you’ll wake the neighbors?”

She smacked his chest and her face heated. What was he thinking, talking like this when they weren’t alone?

She turned back to the front of the car. He managed to flip her toward him a second later.

“I think you can, and I think you will. You love it when I pound that pussy until it’s nothing but tender red flesh.” He scooted deeper into his seat, placing his cock right where it would rub on her pussy.

The rough fabric of the jeans without any underwear, since she’d ditched the men’s boxers, meant that every movement of his hips had the seam rubbing on her clit, making her slick with need.

“Please, Kel . . . We need to stop.” She pushed against him, trying to move to the other side of the seat.

“No! I’ll . . . behave,” he breathed. He rested his head over her beating heart. “Just stay with me. I need to hold you.”

“O-okay,” she said, her heart clenching down in response to the manic way he gripped her.

Did he worry like she did that they’d be found soon?

Once they arrived to wherever it was Kel told Frank to go, he leapt out of the car and dragged her into his side. His arm was snaked around her waist.

“Hey, make sure they ditch that car we stole,” he told Frank.

“Already done.” Frank pulled out a rather large roll of cash and handed it to Kel. “Take care, and keep out of trouble. I’ll have Vanessa get in touch with you once your boy’s secure with the authorities.”

“Thanks, man.” Kel shook his hand with his left since his right arm was glued to her body, keeping her in close.

“Bye,” Casey said before Kel hauled her off toward the entrance to an extended stay hotel.

They signed in with fake names, but no one seemed to care since they paid cash. No ID required apparently.

What kind of place was this where they thought this was okay?

She didn’t ask, only followed Kel’s lead.

The minute he had her in their room, his lips were on her.

“Wait. We need to clean off and talk.” She tried to catch her breath and create some space, but he wasn’t having that.

His hands were unbuttoning her jeans, unzipping with dexterous skill and he was devouring her flesh anywhere he could.

He was on his knees, kissing her thighs, worshiping her ass by whispering about how much he loved the way her cheeks felt right now in his hands.

“No pain, Casey. Do you know what this means? I can touch you ‘til the day I die if you’ll let me. I can have you without fighting against my own—”

“I love you,” she cut him off. She had to.

He was on his knees, using a reverent tone like she was worth all this.

She wasn’t. She knew that, but right now, all she cared about was what he wanted and needed, and for some incomprehensible reason it was her.

She dropped to her knees to join him, shook off all the doubts in her head and kissed him back, tore at his clothes. “Please, I need you.” There was no reason to beg, his hands were all over her.

“Wait, wait . . .” He exhaled like he was fighting his urges. “Let’s slow this down, like you said. Let’s shower and we can enjoy this.”

She smiled, and they held hands then stood up together, like kids.

If it had been anyone else she would’ve said it was dorky, but there was something childlike and endearing about this man.

There were times she could actually absorb his happiness as she watched him live out moments he should’ve had as a kid.

“Do you know crazy I am about you?” She sighed and her shoulders relaxed along with her neck that had been so tense she could barely move it the past two days.

She didn’t want to tell him why that was though. Not yet at least.

This was the time to celebrate and touch.

Taste and nibble.

Adore and fuck.

Hard
.

At least she hoped so. She hoped he wouldn’t go soft on her now that she was different and her body’s makeup had changed.

They swung their hands and giggled as they headed into the bathroom.

The light was flipped on and with their hands still attached, he turned on the shower.

They kissed and touched while waiting for the water to warm.

He tugged on her tight nipples, moaning each time she closed her eyes and tipped her head back at the bursting sensations between her legs.

Everything was more.

Everything was raw.

Maybe this was why it registered as pain to him when she’d touch him before?

But then wouldn’t it still be overly-intense to him now?

“We should probably get in before I nail you on the toilet.” He nipped at her bottom lip.

“Okay.” She reached for the shower curtain, but then he was at her neck, biting and sucking, making her melt against his broad chest.

They peeled their lips off each other finally and made their way into the spray.

“Christ, this feels amazing,” she groaned.

“Stop hogging all the water, cutie.” He pinched her ass.

“Cutie? You’ve gone all mushy on me?” She smirked with her right hand on her hip.

“I have nothing to say about that, except get your ass in these hands immediately.” He cupped his hands and pretended to squeeze the air.

“Yes, sir.” She squirmed at his commanding tone.

He grabbed the soap, washed under her arms and then ran it over her breasts repeatedly. “Think those are clean now,” she teased.

“Yeah, I know. I just like how slippery my hands are over these luscious tits.” His tongue poked out, and he made a silly face like it required massive amounts of concentration.

She laughed and jutted her chest out so he could really do it up right.

He leaned over and tasted her nipple, then gagged and spit the soap out. “Okay, that shit tastes nasty, and I never thought I’d say that about any flavor on your body, but damn . . .”

She laughed harder; everything was lighter. Her body was loose and pliable in his hands, and her head was clear.

His fingers roamed down and covered her mons with suds. Big fingers slid between her folds and she rocked her hips onto them.

“That’s right—fuck my fingers, my know-it-all-bitch. I love watching you get turned on by me.”

“Like there’s any other option,” she mused.

He stepped into her and made tiny circles on her clit. “Some women can’t stand dirty talk. It dries their pussy right up. But not you.”

“Do I even want to know how you got to the point you could talk like this to a woman without even feeling self-conscious?” She was mesmerized, watching him work her into a frenzy.

“Think about it, Casey.” He slipped his fingers back to her anus and soaped it up real good. For a moment she thought he might dip his finger inside, and the thought was strangely thrilling rather than sickening. “I could barely stand to touch a woman because it hurt, so I had to get them all worked up with the things I said. Sometimes I’d tell them to touch themselves, and how, and most of the time they’d listen. Then all I did was shove my dick in when I could tell they were ready.”