Though I enjoyed her family, I hated hearing her mom and grandma question Kimbra's choices about her future. I detested her brother's jokes and put-downs. It all brought to life some inner protector I didn't know I was. When they said such things, I wanted nothing more than to wrap her in my arms and take it all away.
We stop inside the bedroom. Pink curtains billow with the breeze coming from the open window. Outside, the night air is filled with sounds unlike anything in the city. There's no rumbling of cars or honking of horns. Instead, there’s the soft murmur of insects—crickets and cicadas—as well as the occasional croak of a toad or hoot of an owl.
"I bet you're not used to any of this," she says with a hint of sadness in her tone that I instantly dislike.
I step closer and wrap my arms around her. "Used to what? A pink canopy bed? You might not know this about me, since I've been such an awful boyfriend for the last five months, but I like pink. I have a pink canopy bed in my penthouse." I turn toward the window. “Pink curtains too. Actually, pink has always been one of my favorite colors.”
Kimbra's eyes open in amazement. "No, you don't."
"How do you know? Have you been sneaking into my place?"
“You said your favorite color was blue.”
I caress her cheek and look deeply into her eyes. “It is now.”
Her cheeks color and rise as her expression fills with amusement. "I didn't mean the room. Although I doubt you imagined spending the weekend in a 1990's flashback." She looks over to posters of boy bands that still decorate her walls. "I meant them. They all talk, constantly, all the time."
I tilt my head. "I like them, except when they upset you."
Her smile fades. "They don't. They mean well."
"And Kevin?"
"It's what we do. I call him a jerk-face and he calls me a witch. We mean it lovingly."
I run the tip of my finger along her chin. "He's jealous."
Kimbra sighs, steps away, and sits on the edge of the bed. "Hardly. No one here is jealous of me. They all think I'm crazy. They all live perfect lives. Married lives. Lives that either include or will include babies and dogs."
I walk closer, taking in every perfect inch of her. Leaning down, I lift the hem of her bright blue shirt and do what I've wanted to do since we were on the plane. I find her strapless bra and unsnap it.
Her eyes sparkle as they narrow. "What are you doing?"
"I'm freeing those gorgeous tits. They've been held captive in that bra for way too long. Remember what I said. If you love something, set it free." My hands roam under her shirt cupping her breast and rolling one of her nipples between my fingers. As her mouth opens and no sound escapes, I remind her of my appreciation. "Beautiful, I love your tits.
"And don't tell me that no one's jealous. You're gorgeous with curves and..." I reluctantly let go of her tit and pull the clip from her hair, letting the long auburn locks fall down her back. The way it hangs in soft waves fascinates me. In the office she always has it pulled back or up. I fight the urge to run my fingers through the auburn tresses. "...are living your dreams. Remember at Gaston’s when you told me that New York was your dream. Kimbra, you’re living that, every day. Kevin's stuck back here in Indiana running a farm."
She shrugs. "It isn't that bad back here. It's what Kevin always wanted to do. He never wanted to move away. Neither did Susan. It's what my parents did and their parents before them. It’s what they expected me to do. Settle down with a nice hometown boy."
I take a small step back and narrow my gaze. "Tell me, should I be jealous? Is there some hometown Joe who is waiting for your return?"
"Well actually, rumor has it that the Indiana shoe king is still interested." She shrugs with a beautiful grin. "Of course, I haven't seen or talked to him since our high school graduation."
"Shoe king? I'm intrigued. Something tells me that Jorge would be too."
Kimbra laughs. "Seriously, tomorrow you'll meet more family and Saturday..." She lies back, sighs, and stares up at the underside of the canopy. "...you'll meet them all. Then you'll know why I'm crazy."
"You're not crazy. You're fun and multidimensional. I love seeing this side of you and..." I reach for the button on her jeans. "...I'm ready to see another side of you."
"Duncan?"
"I told you, Kimbra, what I was going to do to you in your bedroom." I undo the button and lower the zipper. Without hesitation, she lifts her hips, allowing me to pull down her jeans as she throws her arm over her eyes. Once I have her jeans and skimpy excuse for panties removed, I stand up and move her arm. "No, you're going to watch." Her eyes widen. "Yes, Kimberly Ann, you're going to watch me go down on you. Watch how fucking great you taste, watch me devour your pussy, as I lick and bite." I smile as her lip disappears between her teeth, eyes sparkle, and hips writhe. "I'm going to make you scream my name, and everyone in this house will be jealous of you, even your grandma."
"Yeah, Grandma really likes you."
I resume my place between her thighs, pushing them farther and farther apart until she's fully exposed. With just my words, she's already wet, and it's the most beautiful fucking sight I've ever seen.
"Kimbra, this view will never get old." I stretch out my tongue and lap her folds. The creamy juice is better than any dessert her mother has downstairs.
"Oh."
I hold her hips as she tries to buck. "No, hold still and let me dig in."
"Fuck." Her words are muffled.
When I look up, our eyes meet. That's when I see the small stuffed dog she's holding, its paw in her mouth. At least she's doing as I said and watching. Again and again, I lap and suck. Small nips at her pussy, her clit, and her thighs. Using my fingers, I work her like an instrument, one finger and then two, bending them just right to hit her perfect spot, stringing her tighter and tighter. It's when I plunge one finger and then two into the tight ring of muscles that she loses it. Her essence covers my face, my chin. She screams my name, just like I promised.
Once she's calmed, I climb up the bed, needing to kiss her and show her how fucking amazing she tastes.
"Duncan?"
I shake my head, pushing away the memories of last night and concentrate on Judy, Kimbra's mother.
"Yes?"
"How many eggs do you want?" she asks her question as she sets a platter of toast and another overflowing with bacon on the table.
"Two. But really, I can help."
"Nonsense, let Kimberly Ann take care of her man."
My grin widens as I catch Kimbra out of the corner of my eye. My man she mouths and shakes her head.
Currently she's wearing short shorts, a faded t-shirt, and her thick auburn hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail. My nose twitches at the memory of her hair tickling my face as I held her through the night. She isn’t wearing any makeup and her feet are bare. She's more fucking beautiful than she was in that gold dress.
"So you're my Kimberly Ann's boss?" Oscar, Kimbra's dad, asks.
I take a deep breath. "Not technically. Kimbra works in the human resources department. She answers to a manager, not to me."