The Perfect Match: A New Adult Erotic Romance (Inseparable Book 2) (17 page)

“Polly?” Kurt asked as he put his guitar back in its case. “You okay?” She nodded at first, then decided she couldn’t lie and shook her head. “Wanna talk about it?”

“I like you,” she said. “I just don’t know how it’ll work out and it scares me.”

Kurt nodded and dug out his phone. He’d been checking it more often, or maybe she was just noticing it more considering what had happened with Trey. She was irritated even more by him playing with it right after she’d opened up to him. When he reached across the fire to hand it to her she frowned in confusion. “What?”

“I got a real job offer here in town,” he said, nodding for her to read the screen. She saw the email was from the CEO of Johnson and Abernathy and praised his skills on the run he’d been on. When she saw the offer amount, she looked up with wide eyes.

“Holy shit, Kurt,” she said.

“I’ve decided to accept the job and move here. I still need to talk to Uncle Charlie, but Uncle Jack thinks it’s too good of an offer to pass up. I ain’t showing this to you to impress you. I just want you to know I’m ain’t just interested in some kind of weekend thing. If we decide to try, I want to do this right.”

“You’re serious,” she whispered as her arms tingled in shock.

“I don’t know any other way to be with you,” he said with a frown. “Maybe I’m a fool.”

“I’m the fool,” she whispered. “I don’t want to string you along. You started something with Cathy—”

His laughter cut her off. “Probably more Camden than Cathy, but that was to get my mind off of you! What we had isn’t like this. Not to me.”

The sting when he casually admitted liking Camden brought up a surprising surge of jealousy. That made her think of the other woman in his life. “What about Kendall’s baby? Your baby?”

Kurt barked a laugh. “Where’d you hear that?” His expression concealed nothing that she could see, then she remembered who told her the secret.

“Trey,” she admitted reluctantly.

“Shit, did you know he was the one who called her to come to the Carillon Tower that day? I swear he lies like breathin’. If Kendall has a baby, it ain’t mine or you’d have seen her swellin’ up at Thanksgiving. We broke up in July and I ain’t been with her since. Ask Charlotte if you want.”

She felt more confused than ever, but watching his handsome face in the firelight confirmed one undeniable truth; she wanted him. Pushing the thought away, she leaned back to consider what to do next. On a whim she asked, “Tell me what you want to do?”

“Like if I could do whatever I wanted?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“Yeah.”

“I wanna spend some time getting to know you, like I said. I wanna see if we fit together as well as I hope we do. Then maybe someday if we decide to, we’ll try to make a go of it like Uncle Jack and Aunt Julie.”

His plain words stilled her worry. The seconds went by as he studied her face awaiting her response. “Come here,” she said as she stood up.

There was a curious look on his face as he got up, as if he didn’t know what to expect. When he got close to her, Polly stood on her toes to reach his lips. As he tilted his head, they both shut their eyes as electric sparks appeared everywhere he touched her.

His lips crushed against hers as he claimed her, the rough texture of his skin marking her flesh. He pulled at her lips and tongue, sucking them into his mouth like she was his feast and he was starving. When his hands caressed her back there was no mistaking his growing desire for her. Pulling her closer, she feel of him growing large against her stomach, which made her pull back to look in his eyes.

She couldn’t stop the grin she felt pulling at her lips when she said, “Take me home.”

* * *

C
harlotte was sleeping on the couch, so Kurt covered her up with a sheet and put a pillow under her head. She barely roused, but he made sure to tell her where they were going. Charlotte gave them both a sleepy grin and mumbled, “Good for you. Have fun.”

The car’s engine vibrated her seat, revving her already warm engine. She clutched at his hand as he drove them both back to her apartment. Memories of taking Trey home tainted her mood as she recalled how excited she’d been. Keeping her mind firmly on the present, she banished the shame she felt and tried to relax.

Kurt suppressed his obvious enthusiasm as they crossed the threshold of her apartment door. “Do you mind if I use the bathroom?” he asked. He had brought a small bag with some toiletries and a change of clothes.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Take your time.”

Dropping her purse on the kitchen table, she pulled her phone out and walked into the bedroom. Kurt had closed the bathroom door while Polly pulled back the bed. She made certain she had condoms in her night stand drawer when she put her phone on its charger.

After a few minutes, Kurt came back out of the bathroom wearing loose shorts and a white undershirt. She could see he was aroused, but tried to ignore the swelling lump in his shorts. “Get comfortable,” she said. “I may be a few minutes.”

After she got in the bathroom, she quickly stripped and started the shower. The panties she’d been wearing were already damp, she noted with a grin. Whatever else she might think about him, her body had made it clear what it wanted.

Washing quickly, she shaved her underarms, legs, and mons to be as smooth as possible, hoping to maximize the chance of a happy ending for herself if he was interested in going there. After she dried off, she put the robe on she kept behind the door and stepped out into her bedroom.

Kurt had turned off all the lights, so the only light was the flickering screen of the television. He had on some silly Christmas show, but turned it off as she approached the bed. The Christmas lights from the neighboring apartments blinked colored shadows across the bed through the window shades.

“Are you really sleepy?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Nope,” he said. “That nap we had on the couch this afternoon did me good.”

“I’m glad,” she said and slipped the robe off before climbing into bed.

“That’s not fair,” he whispered as he pulled her close for a kiss. “You’re already naked.” His hands traveled up and down her body, stopping to squeeze each place that caught his interest.

“Allow me,” she said, excited to finally see what was hiding inside his boxer-briefs. The glimpses she’d gotten had made her insanely curious.

Lifting his hips, he let her slide his shorts and briefs down together. In the darkness it was hard to tell where he stopped and the shadows began, but when he leaned forward to remove his t-shirt his shaft dropped into the glow of the blinking green and red lights. Even without being fully erect, she was impressed and excited.

Kurt reclined again and patted the bed next to him, but Polly shook her head. “I have another idea.”

Rubbing her palms across his thighs and shaft, she arranged it to point toward his chest. As she caressed him with her fingertips, she was amazed to see it grow until the tip was just below his navel. She recalled Julie gushing over Jack’s anatomy until Polly thought she had to be making it up, but clearly the trait was in their genes.

Bending to run her tongue along his shaft, she enjoyed the clean taste of soap and the warm scent she’d begun to associate with him. He had trimmed his hairs short, leaving a light covering of fuzzy hair on his balls. She licked them as well, enjoying his reaction to her tongue. Parting his legs, Polly moved to kneel between his thighs.

“That feels amazing,” Kurt said with a breathy tone that betrayed his arousal.

“Would you like to go first?” she said as she lifted his heavy shaft in her hands.

“I’ve been raised to believe it’s always ladies first,” he said with a low growl. “Besides, it can take me a while sometimes, and I get sleepy after.”

“What do you suggest then?” Polly asked as she kissed her way up his chest. When he didn’t answer right away, she stopped to suck his nipple into her mouth and teased it with her tongue. With a happy growl, he pulled her up to the pillows and forced her over on her back to kiss her deeply.

She pushed him away with a giggle, but he forced her hands back against the pillows and attacked the sensitive skin along her neck with kisses and nips. He’d shaved in the bathroom, she realized as his baby smooth cheek rubbed against her jaw. “Oh, fuck yes,” she whispered, pushing against his firm grip.

His knee forced itself between her thighs, then he raised it up high, putting a firm pressure against her opening. She pushed down against him as he kissed back to her mouth. “You’re soaked,” he whispered. “If I let you go to taste you, will you still fight me?”

“Of course,” she whined from his attentions.

“Good,” he said and removed the hands holding her arms back. She tried to push his face away, but he managed to lift her knees before she could stop him. In moments his face was buried between her thighs, licking along the way until he could force them far enough apart for his tongue to reach her lips.

The playful laugh when he reached his goal met her own joyful cry at being bested. She still pushed at him and tried to trap his head, but there was no way to keep him from his goal. In the end, she went from pushing his head away to pulling his hair as her first orgasm brought her to an easy end.

He licked his way up her stomach, moving back and forth to take her wide brown nipples into his mouth. She bucked and pushed as the tickles drove her to wild laughter. Even through her excitement she could feel his smile against the skin of her breasts. “There are condoms in the night stand drawer,” she gasped when she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I know, I put some of mine that fit me better in with them,” he said. Like a shot he reached over to grab one, and when he sat up on his knees, Polly couldn’t resist sitting up to take his slick head into her mouth. He froze when she began, then slowly began to flex his hips in time with her strokes. “I have to have you,” he begged, the open condom loose in his hand.

“Then you’ll have to take me,” she whispered against his wet skin. He pushed her back roughly against the pillows as he grinned, trying to slide the condom down his shaft before she could stop him.

“Come here,” he muttered as he pulled her up by her arms. Kissing her like that was enough for her to forget the snappy comeback she was going to say, then he turned her over and forced her to put her head against the pillows. “I’ll start slow,” he said as she felt him place his head at her opening.

Going slowly helped, but she couldn’t stop her jaw from dropping or her foot lifting up from the sensation of being penetrated by him. Once he hit bottom and began to withdraw, her breath returned long enough for her to moan out his name. “Oh, Kurt...”

He had spread her cheeks to their limits and was rubbing his thumb across her puckered ass while he continued to move slowly in and out. There was a shuddering tremor in her stomach as she pushed back against his thrusts. He angled his shaft down along the front of her stomach until she could actually see it moving inside her.

Hugging the pillow tighter as he increased his pace, she let the sensations roll over her without a single thought to her own satisfaction. He was commanding her body, drawing out pleasure in ways she’d never experienced. There was no need to concentrate on her pleasure or to help bring herself to orgasm with her hand, she was simply there at his whim. When her second orgasm of the night brought its shuddering conclusion, it forced sounds out of her that she didn’t recognize.

He slowed the pace, then slipped out to let her collapse to the bed. Rolling her over on her back, he lifted her knees up against her chest before she could do anything else. They stared at each other as he slipped back inside, his flushed face dripping sweat on her legs. He held her legs up as he began to thrust, then lifted her feet up to his shoulders. She had to shut her eyes then as the pleasure returned, building up again as she met his pace for her pleasure.

He wasn’t content to simply thrust into her. While holding her legs close to his chest, he turned his face to kiss her feet resting near his shoulders. Starting with her toes, he kissed and licked the ball of her foot as he kept a steady pace. It drove Polly out of her mind. With so many things going on at the same time, his wonderful cock driving her mad, his hands massaging her legs, and his wicked tongue teasing the arch of her foot, she could only gasp affirmations. “Yes, yes, don’t stop, oh god!”

For the third time, he brought her to completion without her needing to think about it at all. Straining hard, she grabbed at his hips to keep him inside, feeling herself pulse around him until he cried out, his answering pulses announcing his own quivering end. They froze in that odd position, her feet against his cheeks and his shaft buried deep inside her, until he gripped the condom and gently backed away.

“Fuck,” she muttered as he put her legs back down on the bed. Polly curled into a ball on her side, hugging her knees to her chest as she shivered and twitched from the aftershocks. “Oh my god,” she whispered. “If you see my brains laying around somewhere, grab them for me.”

Kurt sat on the edge of the bed for a second to chuckle, then stumbled to the bathroom. After a hearing a flush and the water turn on in the sink, he returned to the bed to climb in behind her and pull her into his arms. With his face buried into her hair he whispered, “
Il y a longtemps que je t’aime Jamais, jamais je ne t’oublierai.
”

“So about those roses,” she whispered while the warm breath on her neck raised hairs down both of her arms.

“
Sha
, I been tryin' to give you those fo' weeks,” he whispered back.

T
he days before Christmas gave Polly time to adjust to Kurt’s pleasant intrusion into her daily life. One thing she hadn’t expected was how neatly he fit in. Before Thanksgiving her life had been a cycle of work, school, and a few nights a week hanging out with Julie or her family. When Trey was around, he had monopolized Polly’s attention, pushing for them to spend time together alone. While Kurt was always happy to be alone with her, he was so easygoing about everything that there was no pressure for her to pay only special attention to him.