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It feels like yesterday that I held him for the first time. My baby. This red-faced torpedo with the cutest nose and pink lips. He must’ve been so confused, taken out of the comfort of my womb and tossed into the world. I’ve never regretted my decision to have him or to keep him, even though it came at a tough time. I had no support, no one to look out for us except for Mira. But we pulled through.
I looked at Derrick with nothing but hope. He came across as our savior, our protector. Yet I never truly felt safe with him. I registered the jabs, the subtle and constant critique. I worked twice as hard to make him happy.
I exhausted myself bending over backwards only to later learn that Derrick was bedding other women. I forgave too much at the expense of my son’s comfort, and I know the day will come when I’ll have to explain to Mikey why Derrick isn’t a part of our lives anymore. They never really seemed to connect, though. He asks me about Derrick once in a while, but he never pushes it.
The hours pass, and I’m nowhere close to falling asleep.
I crawl out of bed and put on a pair of slippers to go outside. Careful to lock the door behind me, I give myself a few minutes to simply look around. Night has fallen beautifully over the sequoia reserve. The trees look like quiet giants lining the horizon. Beyond them, stars sparkle brightly against a full moon rising in the eastern sky.
“It’s so beautiful,” I whisper as I slowly step away from the house.
The garden lights are subtle but still bright enough to illuminate the stone paths that snake around the houses and reach toward the rest of the estate. It’s a spectacle of amber glows against the white facades of the cottages and the black steel windows, making it look like something out of an Architectural Digest magazine.
Spotting a gazebo just down a hill, I step inside and take a seat on the bench, loaded with comfy pillows. I inhale deeply and exhale slowly, closing my eyes for a moment, the scent of summer and the sound of crickets filling the air.
Then, unexpectedly, my nose is invaded by the memory of Kace’s cologne. His kiss. His touch.
My legs part slowly as I tilt my head further back, allowing my hand to follow the lingering ghost of his. I’m wearing an oversized tee and panties—didn’t consider that when I walked outside—didn’t really care either, seeing it’s way past midnight and there’s not a soul around. It’s just me and the crickets. I might as well unwind while I can. My fingers slip beneath my panties, finding myself already slick and eager for release.
Kace floods my mind, but so do Finn and Elias. They’re all so fucking hot. I know it’s a risky thought to nurture, but my clit swells with want and need. I work it slowly with a circular motion, my breath skipping as my heart starts beating faster and faster. I imagine Kace on top of me. I wonder what it would be like to take a man like Finn in my mouth. That bulge in his shorts today spoke volumes. I envision Elias grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back as he takes me from behind.
My eyes pop open for the briefest of seconds.
I feel watched.
“Oh, shit!” I gasp at the sight of Kace standing mere steps away, one shoulder pressed against the gazebo. My hand flies out of my panties, my legs immediately closing as I break out into a sweaty frenzy. “What are you doing here?”
“I saw you coming out of your guesthouse just as I was walking over to check up on you,” he says, hands in his pockets. His gray slacks afford me a full view of an erection I’m already familiar with. It’s not helping my body to cool down. On the contrary.
“Um, I was just looking for some privacy,” I manage to say, trying to sound aggravated though deep down I’m even more turned on.
Kace smiles softly. “I can see why. Would you like me to leave you to it, then? I won’t tell a soul, I promise.”
I should tell him to leave. Come on, Amaya, tell him to leave. You can’t get involved with him. You were just thinking about banging him and his friends. Just send him away.
“Don’t leave,” I whisper.
“Say that again?”
He comes closer, and my gaze drops on his chest, muscles stretching the white fabric of his tee. I lick my lips and decide to give up. He’s been taunting me efficiently enough to barge past my defenses. I’ll worry about the consequences later. There’s a fire burning furiously inside me, and only Kace can put it out.
“Don’t… leave…”
“Then finish what you started,” he says in a commanding tone.
I stare at him for the longest moment, but I don’t respond. Instead, I let my walls come down and spread my legs again.
“Take them off,” he nods at my panties, a sexy darkness in his eyes. They’re pitch black in the dim light of the gazebo, only the moon and the stars lighting the way. I pull my panties off and toss them on the wooden floor. “Good girl,” Kace says, slowly moving toward me.
I touch myself, letting my fingers slide between my wet folds, my gaze never leaving his. We’re locked on one another as I stroke my clit. It swells under my touch, my pussy aching as I bring myself closer to the edge. My other hand comes up, lazily cupping my breast. I squeeze it through the fabric of my t-shirt, pinching the nipple until enough pressure gathers in my core to warrant a dangerous explosion. This is so fucking hot, I can’t believe I’m doing it.
Kace loves it.
I barely register the moment he loses his clothes as I keep rubbing my clit, pressing harder before I plunge two fingers inside. I take in a deep breath as he approaches, his cock huge and throbbing with desire. His pecs twitch as he starts stroking himself, his lips glistening and parted, his breathing as ragged as mine.
“Make yourself come for me, Amaya. It’s been too long since I’ve heard that moan of yours.”
“That moan” is precisely what comes rolling up from within as I let myself go, as the orgasm rocks my body to the core, my pussy gushing and rippling with pulsating waves. Time stops and the whole world disappears as Kace kneels in front of me. I’m paralyzed, anticipation locking my joints as he glances down and allows himself a hungry grin.
