Julian's Pursuit (28 page)

“I’m so sorry, Julian.” I followed him quickly, reaching out to touch his arm. “Does your knee hurt real bad?”

He slumped quite suddenly into a chair. “Nah,” he said with an air of machismo. Then he sat straight, as if at military attention. “Now tell me, why Krav?”

I pulled out a chair and sat down across from him. “Kids can be cruel.”

He stared at me, his eyes questioning. “To you?”

I shook my head slightly as if to say,
Stop being an idiot
. “Not to me. To Evan.”

He held very still, waiting for me to say more.

I drew a deep breath before I began. “You know how Evan had to go through many heart surgeries when he was a baby?” When Julian nodded, I went on. “Like some kids who have congenital heart defects, Evan experienced delays in his growth, in his development. He was delayed as an infant, but with the help of his physical therapists, he quickly caught up.”

“He’s right on target now, isn’t he?”

“He is. He was on target when he started kindergarten. His teachers knew of his heart defect but I told them not to limit him. I didn’t want to limit him. I wanted him to try to do everything he could. And I still feel that way.” I forced myself to take another deep breath and exhaled slowly, but the action did little to calm me. “There were two kids in Evan’s pre-school class who always made fun of him because he was so small and so frail. They were bullies. At recess, one of them kicked Evan in the stomach. This boy…” My voice hardened. “This Satan’s spawn thought it would be ‘cool’ to see if Evan would split open because of the scar that ran down the front of his chest.” A new fury swept over me and I paused to gain control of my faltering voice. “The taunting and the teasing only got worse when Evan didn’t fight back. They pushed him around and he came home crying in my arms. I talked to the teachers, I talked to their parents, but nothing changed. At some point, I finally had enough. So I spent some time researching the best martial arts for self-defense and that’s how I learned about Krav. The next day, I enrolled Evan and myself for classes.”

“For how long?”

“Just a year.” I kept my voice light.

He fell silent for a moment, then asked, “Did it help Evan?”

“It did. He learned to focus, his confidence grew, it built up his self-esteem, and it gave him a sense of accomplishment.”

“But did he learn to kick some ass?”

“He sure did.” I gave a single nod, hearing the pride seeping into my own voice. “I like that the object of Krav is to avoid injury in fights. So Evan learned to protect himself by ending an attack with the least amount of damage to his body. And he learned to inflict maximum damage with minimal effort and strength. His teacher taught him that he didn’t need to choose between being nice and being tough. He could be both.”

“Was he able to keep up with the training?”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded again. “We had a good teacher. He was really understanding of Evan’s condition and he tailored the training to focus on techniques that catered to his needs. I was in the class, too, so I could make sure he didn’t over exert himself.”

“What happened to the two bullies?”

“They left him alone once they realized he wasn’t one to mess with. But I wanted them expelled from school… after what they did to Evan, after they—” At the last second my voice faltered and I couldn’t say any more, couldn’t finish the sentence.

In the ensuing silence, I examined my fingernails and realized that my hands were shaking like a leaf.

Not with fear, but rage and fury at those two bullies who had tried to hurt my son.

I shut my eyes for a brief moment, as if by doing so I could pull those memories close.

Julian reached across the table and grabbed my hands to still them. “You did your best to look out for Evan.”

I looked down at our entwined hands. “Some might not agree.”

“I do.” His voice was strong, and it was certain.

When I looked up to see the warmth and affection in his eyes, some of the fury seemed to drain out of me.

I sighed. “Are you sure your knee is all right?”

“It’s fine,” he insisted. “Why don’t you go take a shower and cool off?”

“Okay.” I gave him a long and indulgent look. “Why don’t you join me?”

Chapter Thirty-One

I didn’t join her right away. I had to grab my gym bag from my car so I’d have a fresh change of clothes. But I couldn’t get to her soon enough. My cock was so hard for her my jeans almost split open.

Drenched in sweat, the wet cotton top had clung to her skin, perfectly outlining the curve of her tits, the thin material almost translucent over her porcelain flesh.

My cock had throbbed at the sight of her breasts, areolas like ripe peaches shadowing her white top, the tips hardening and protruding with each contact.

I hadn’t wanted to fight her. All I had wanted to do was tear her clothes off and fuck her senseless.

By the time I got to her room, I heard the shower running and the bathroom door was cracked, as if Sadie had left it open in silent invitation.

Stepping inside and closing the door behind me, I stripped off my clothes and stood there transfixed, watching her through the glass of the walk-in shower.

She stood with her palms pressed against the tiled wall, lifting her face into the hot cascade of water. Steam was rolling off her skin, the water raining over her perfect tits and pounding off the plump cheeks of her ass.

I swallowed hard. She was a fucking vision.

Sliding the glass door open, I got under the warm spray of the shower and kissed her beneath her ear, brushing strands of wet hair away from her neck as the water pelted her back.

Then I reached my arms around her breasts, grazing her nipples as I grabbed the shampoo off the shelf and squeezed out a generous amount into my palms.

Water spilled between our bodies and the sharp scent of rosemary mint permeated the air as my fingers massaged her scalp, working the cool gel into the roots, starting from the top before moving across the sides to her temples where they stayed for while.

She released a deep full-body sigh as I applied pressure with my fingertips in circular motions. Unable to resist, I swirled my tongue around the shell of her earlobe, then flashed the tip inside her ear, easing a low moan from the back of her throat.

I continued massaging her scalp, stimulating her follicles, pressing my thumbs against the little dips and indentations at the nape of her neck before working the lather all the way to the ends.

Eyes closed, she tilted her chin into the drenching blast of the spray as I worked my fingers through her hair, carefully rinsing the suds from its length, finger-combing the long, lustrous strands until her hair was soaked, clinging to her back like wet silk.

She reached for the bar of soap on the shower shelf and attempted to turn around when I stopped her.

“Let me take care of you,” I rasped, taking the soap from her.

Lather bubbled through my fingers as I twirled the bar around and around in my hands.

Then, palms filled with airy suds, I crouched down behind her and washed her long, slender legs. Starting at her ankles, I let my hands travel up, caressing the insides of her slippery thighs before sliding back, smoothing my palms over the rounded curve of her ass in circular motions, reveling in the silky smoothness of her soft skin under my calloused fingertips.

Then I reached for the bar of soap to gather more lather before bringing my arms around her glistening tits, filling my palms with her breasts, shaping them with my soap-slicked hands.

With slow, rhythmic strokes, I caressed her creamy tits, lifting and pushing them together as I slid my body along the length of hers, using the wet glide of our soapy bodies to increase the fluidity of my motions.

Ah, fuck
. She felt so fucking good against me… all that soft, silky skin, and all those lush, supple curves moving against the hard planes and muscles of my body.

Slippery from the suds that still lingered on our skin, the stiff ridge of my erection slid up and down the cleft of her ass, gliding between her slick thighs as I continued to lather her breasts with suds, massaging the soap deep into her skin.

“It’s particularly filthy around here,” I rasped in her ear as I covered her engorged nipples with my thumbs and began making a series of lazy circles, swirling around and around until the peaks were stiff and covered in frothy white suds.

Moaning with pleasure, she brought my hand to the juncture of her thighs, pressing the heel of my palm against her sex. “It’s especially filthy right here, too.”

This time when she turned around, I didn’t try to stop her.

Going down on my knees, I brought my mouth to her sex, lapping at the thin rivulets of water that sluiced down her slit.

Tunneling her fingers in my hair, she held me to her, sighing deeply as my tongue cleaved the wet petals of her core. As I loved her with my mouth, my lips, my tongue, I reached down to stroke my cock, pumping my shaft in the tight hold of my pistoning fist.

Burrowing deeper inside her sex, my tongue found a rhythm that seemed to please her, and I worked it mercilessly, stroking her toward release as I gripped my cock in my hand, working the thick, hard, slippery length.

Her body began to quiver and with a sharp cry, she tensed, convulsed, and came on my tongue.

Greedily, I gulped down her hot, creamy release, working my cock with increasing speed, the hot wet friction driving me to a faster tempo until I felt the tightening pressure building up at the base of my spine and my own orgasm roared up.

The sudden blast of my release shot out, swirling and mixing with the shower water before disappearing down the drain at Sadie’s feet.

Suddenly, her trembling legs slipped and I caught her, breaking her fall.

“Are you okay?” I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist as we stood under the streaming hot water.

“I’m more than okay.” A slight feline smile curved the corners of her generous mouth as her fingers curled around my shaft. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

I almost groaned when she got on her knees, droplets of water dripping from her tits, clinging to her lips as she kissed her way around my cock before catching the blunt tip in her mouth.

Leaning against the tiled wall, my hips arched forward as she cupped my balls in her hands and took me fully into her mouth, stroking me greedily with her tongue, the roof of her mouth, her throat.

Fuck
. I winced at the acute pleasure as her mouth traveled up and down the length of my shaft, hot and wet, her lips cinching around the thick rod of hard flesh, milking every inch of me.

Fisting my fingers in her hair, I set a steady pace, watching her mouth sucking me off as I fucked into it with slow, shallow thrusts.

The tendons in my neck stood out like rope as I clenched my jaw, not wanting the acute pleasure to stop, but not wanting to explode inside her mouth.

When I tried to tug at her shoulders to get her to stop, she gave a low, throaty moan of protest, and the noise vibrated in her mouth, straight to my cock.

Fuck. She was destroying me. I couldn’t hold back the feral groan that scraped from my throat as she stared up at me with drowsy lust, cupping her glistening breasts and twisting her fingers around her distended nipples, pulling and stretching them as she sucked me deeper, harder, filling her mouth with my long, veined shaft.

My jaw clamped down so tight my molars almost shattered and my cock leapt against her tongue. Hot, pulsing cum shot out and filled her mouth.

She made a whimpering noise, somewhere between a sigh and a moan as she slowly drew back, letting my cock slip from her mouth, her lips dripping with my milky secretions.

For a breath-catching moment, a long, thin thread of cum connected the tip of my shaft to her softly parted lips. With a ragged groan, I caught her under her arms, pulled her to her feet, and crushed her mouth in a deep, bruising kiss.

She moaned into my mouth and raked her nails across my back, scoring my flesh as I consumed her with the kiss that was raw and full of hunger, while the drenching blast of the shower spray pounded against our skin and washed our bodies.

Chapter Thirty-Two