Snow Bound Enemies (3 page)

             
He laughed softly.  “Always in a hurry, Kayleigh.  I want to savor the moment.”

             
Boldly, Kayleigh began to talk, saying things she would normally have never dared to say  aloud.  But if he wanted to torment her, that was a game two could play.  “I’m aching for you, Murphy.  My pussy is so hot and wet for you.... Begging to be filled.”

             
“Fuck, Kayleigh.  You’d try the patience of a saint.”

             
“Then be a sinner...  Give it to me, Murphy.”

             
He did.  He thrust inside her, his cock stretching her, filling her, the force of it making her scream.  It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.  Dominant, forceful, she might have been under him, but in that moment, she was the one in control.  She’d driven him to that and she reveled in it.  “Yes,” she cried.  “God, yes!  Again!”

             
Murphy withdrew, easing his cock almost completely from her tight sheath, only to thrust forward again, spearing deeply into her.  He set an impossible rhythm, but somehow she matched him stroke for stroke.  She clenched the walls of her sex tightly around him, increasing the resistance every time he withdrew, and building the friction for every thrust into her.  Dipping his head, he claimed her breasts again, sucking and nibbling at the taut peaks of her nipples as his cock tunneled into her welcoming sex.  The heat was scorching.  He could feel the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the tightening of his balls, and knew that he was close.  Deftly, he slipped one hand between their bodies, finding her clit unerringly, and stroked it as he fucked her. 

             
She came violently, her hips bucking against him, her body shuddering and contracting around his cock.  She cried his name and it pushed him over the edge.  He thrust deeply into her once more and came with a deep shudder, groaning as her body clenched around him, milking every last drop from his softening cock. 

             
He collapsed on top of her, trying to hold most of his weight off her, but undoubtedly failing miserably.  After a moment, he managed to roll to his side and pulled her with him, curling his body around hers.  He wanted to hold her close and to avoid the conversation and questions that would undoubtedly follow. 

KAYLEIGH wasn’t sure how long they lay there.  The sweat had dried on her skin, and she felt deliciously achy, her body delighting in using muscles that hadn’t been used in a very long time.    There was no question in her mind that she’d just had the single most satisfying sexual encounter of her entire life, but her brain couldn’t quite process the fact that it had been with Patrick Murphy.

             
“What did you mean when you said you’d been wanting to kiss me for so long?” she asked.  She wanted to kick herself the minute the question came out.  It sounded weak and needy and she couldn’t afford to be either. 

             
“Look, Kayleigh, it’s time to be totally honest... I’m crazy about you.  I’ve always been crazy about you, but your asshole brother made me promise when we were both still horny teenagers that I would never make a move on you.”

             
She rose on her elbow and looked him directly in eye.  “Are you kidding me?  You know what, forget that stupid ass promise for now... Why give me such a hard time?  You’ve been nothing but a gigantic ass to me for a decade!”

             
He shrugged, obviously uncomfortable with the question.  To give credit where due, he did answer her.  “I’ve wanted you since we were in high school.  It was easier to keep the animosity going and keep picking at you than to pretend I felt nothing.  It was the only way I could be close to you and not break my promise to Steve.”

             
“Well, you broke the hell out of that promise tonight,” she replied smartly. 

             
“I did,” he agreed.  “This just seemed like fate, Kayleigh.  Steven is my best friend, probably my only friend to be honest, and even if he hates me for this, I can’t regret it... but now it’s my turn for questions.  What the hell are you doing here?”

             
He’d been completely honest with her.  It shocked her that she didn’t question that at all, especially given everything else that had happened.  She knew she couldn’t respond with anything less than total honesty herself.  “My boss was embezzling money from the company.  I didn’t know it, but no one seems to believe that.  They have no evidence so I’m not being charged with anything, but my name is mud in Atlanta.  I can’t even get a job flipping burgers...  I’ve got unemployment benefits for the next six months, but they were barely enough to cover the mortgage on my condo.  So I sublet it to cover the house payment, and figured I’d spend the next few months hiding out in the family cabin until I can figure out what the hell to do with my life.”

             
Patrick listened to every word, hearing the anger, the sorrow, the embarrassment and the hurt pride that was layered beneath them.  It was a hard thing for Kayleigh to admit that she needed help.  It always had been.  “There’s always your dream of opening a bakery.”

             
She looked at him sharply, “How do you know about that?”

             
“I pay attention.  I also stalk you on the internet occasionally and subtly pry information from your family.  I also remember being the guinea pig for everything that came out of your easy bake oven,” he replied evenly.  He worried that perhaps he was being too honest. 

             
“You stalk me online?  Seriously?  You’re combing through social networks for info on me like some obsessed fanboy?”

             
She didn’t sound annoyed, so he decided to play along.  “Yes, I do.  I’m not ashamed to admit it.”

             
“That’s kinda creepy, Murphy.  Sweet, but creepy.”

             
“Bakery or no bakery?” he demanded, not allowing her to sidetrack him. 

             
“It’s a dream, Murphy, but I’m flat broke and unemployed.  I couldn’t get a bank to loan me a pencil right now, much less start up capital for a business.”

             
“So, don’t go to a bank.  I’ll back you,” he offered.  “Or Steven will, if you’re more comfortable with that.”

             
“I can’t take his money, I know that the business has been struggling--” she broke off abruptly as Murphy started laughing.  “What?”

             
“The business isn’t struggling, Kayleigh.  We’re struggling to keep up with business... so much so that we took on another partner and a drafter.  Besides, I’ve done some pretty smart investing for us both.  Steven is good, trust me... and so am I.  You’ve always been so damned independent.  Let someone help you for a change.”

             
Kayleigh laid her head against his chest.  “I’ll think about it, or...”

             
“Or what?”

             
She smiled up at him then, “You could try to convince me.  The snow is expected to last at least another day.”

             
Murphy rolled to his back, pulling her atop him so that she straddled his hips.  “At least another day, maybe even two.”

             
Kayleigh moved her hips, feeling his thick cock press agains the seam of her sex.  He was already hard again, but recalling how he’d tormented her, she decided to retaliate.  She flexed against him, his cock slipping into the seam of her pussy.   Circling her hips, she ground against him.   “You think you can survive being snowed in with me, Murphy?”

             
His hand slid up and tangled in her hair, tugging her down to him until they were nose to nose.  “Try me.”

             
Clucking her tongue, she made a tsking noise at him.  “Such a bad attitude, Murph.”

             
“Maybe you should put me in a better frame of mind.”
             

             
The banter wasn’t so different from the back and forth repartee of their past, but knowing what had prompted it all those years changed things dramatically.  Rising onto her knees, Kayleigh reached between them and grasped his cock in her hand.  He was so thick her fingers wouldn’t quite close around him.  She shivered as she guided him to her entrance and slowly sank down on him, feeling her body stretch to accommodate him.  A whimper escaped her when he was fully seated inside her.  It felt so perfect, as if their bodies had been made for one another. 

             
“Christ, Kayleigh, that’s so damned good,” he said. 

             
She moved then, lifting her hips slightly, only to sink down again.  It wasn’t long before any thoughts of extending her teasing of him vanished.  Kayleigh became focused on her own pleasure as she rode him, taking him deeply inside her body again and again.  He tugged her down to him for a deep kiss.  As his tongue glided sensuously over hers, she felt his hands coasting over her bottom, his fingers tracing the crevice and dipping lower, touching her where their bodies were joined.  It was too much.  The sensation of having him inside her and of his fingers gently massaging that tender flesh pushed her to the brink and beyond.  Her orgasm was swift and hard, wracking her body as she clenched around him. 

             
When she recovered, Kayleigh was aware that, somehow, Murphy had managed to hold back.  She could still feel him, hot and hard and inside her.  When he withdrew, she whimpered, her flesh so sensitive even the lightest touch set off a shockwave of sensations. 

             
Murphy’s control was hanging by a thread.  Feeling her climax, her pussy fluttering and clenching around his cock, had nearly done in him.  Still, he’d managed to hold back.  He needed to take her, to claim her.  “Get on your knees,” he commanded.   He watched as Kayleigh positioned herself in front of him.  She seemed to know just what he wanted.  Her curvy bottom was high in the air, her back arched, offering herself up to him.  Moving behind her, he pressed his cock agains the slippery entrance of her sex.  She was wet and eager, the soft flesh parting easily as he penetrated her.  He gripped her hips.  He wasn’t being gentle and he knew that there would probably be marks on her skin later.  She didn’t seem to mind, and that thought allowed him to continue.  He pressed forward, sinking so deeply into her that his balls nestled against the damp outer lips of her cunt.  Withdrawing, he thrust again, harder than before.  She screamed his name, her hands fisting in the sheets. 

             
Unable to resist the lush curves of her behind, he raised his hand and brought his palm down sharply against the pale globe.  The red print of his hand bloomed on her pale skin.  She gasped and shuddered in response.  “Tell me to stop now if you want me to,” he offered. 

             
“Don’t stop... do it again,” she urged. 

             
At that point, he was lost.  He pounded his cock into her welcoming pussy, punctuating each thrust with the hard, stinging slap of his palm on her lush bottom.  When she came, he was with her, pouring his hot cum deep inside her body, savoring the feel of her heated bottom cradling him.  Spent he withdrew, and leaned forward to press gentle kisses against each bright red cheek.  Spanking Kayleigh’s lush ass had been the fuel behind his fantasies for so long he’d lost count of the number of times he’d jerked off thinking about it. 

             
“You’re not going back to Atlanta, Kayleigh,” he said.  “It’s time you were home where you belong...  It’s time you were with me.”

             
Kayleigh shivered, reveling in the sweet release he’d given her.  It had been a revelation for her to be spanked.  Never before had anyone dared do something like that to her, but it had been so deliciously wicked.  “Yes,” she agreed, readily.  “As long as you promise to keep doing that.”

             
He slapped her ass playfully in response, then massaged the sting away, “That’s only the beginning.  I have a decades worth of fantasies saved up for you.”

             
Kayleigh turned to face him, pressing her lips against his chest, “You aren’t the only one with fantasies, Murphy.  You’ve fueled quite a few of mine, as well.”

             
He smiled down at her.  “I think we’ve finally reached a truce.”

             
“I’ll bake you a peace offering later... when I can move.”

             
“Save it for the bakery...  The only sweet I want to eat is you.”

             
Kayleigh smiled sleepily.  “I’ll hold you to that later... much later.”

             
Patrick watched her drift off to sleep, a sated smile curving her lips.  He’d taken a chance, but he couldn’t regret it.  He could stop pretending to be her enemy and could show her everything he felt for her.  Everything finally felt right with his world.   All it took was a little bit of luck and a hell of a lot of snow.