Page 32 of Waiting for Him
Kat nodded and tried again. This time, she kept her mind on what she was doing because she didn’t want to bite him. His hand guided her, and she followed his lead. Slow at first, his thrusts gradually became faster and shorter.
“I’m going to come, baby. Swallow what you can.”
“Mm-hm.”
* * *
Boomer’s balls drew up tight, and black spots appeared before his eyes. “Oh, fuck! Damn, you feel so good. Swallow, baby.”
Boomer shot his load into her mouth, and Kat began choking.
“Shit!” He quickly pulled out, and the rest of his cum hit her in the face and neck. What had made it into her mouth came right back out as she spit on the shower floor. Coughing and hacking, she looked at him in horror as he knelt before her.
He used his hands to wipe her face clean, using water still flowing from the showerhead. “Shhhhh. Baby, it’s okay. Shhh. Breathe, Kitten, breathe through your nose.”
“I . . .” Her voice was barely audible as she tried to catch her breath. Watery, red eyes tried to focus on him and failed. She coughed a few more times and then finally cleared her throat. “I’m s-sorry.”
Boomer pulled her into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. His hands rubbed up and down her back. “There’s no reason to be sorry, baby. No reason at all. Most women do the same thing the first time. I should have warned you. Sex gets sloppy sometimes . . . most times. And swallowing cum isn’t for everyone. But I’m proud of you for trying. Are you okay?”
She took a ragged breath. “I-I think so?”
Pulling back, he looked at her and grinned. “I gather it wasn’t what you expected.”
“Not at all.” She giggled and wiped the last of her tears away. “I’m sorry, but in books, they always write how sweet and delicious it is, and it’s not.” She winced. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you.”
Boomer stood and helped her up as well. “C’mere. Let’s get you cleaned up again. And I’m not insulted. That’s one thing about those romance books . . . everything is perfect in them. In reality, some people find cum bitter and salty, while others enjoy the taste.”
As they washed each other, Kat’s embarrassment over the incident seemed to ebb from her body. Wanting to return the pleasure he’d received, he put his hand between her legs, but she hissed and grabbed his wrist. “No. Don’t.”
“Sore?”
“Yeah, sorry.”
His hand gripped her chin, and he made sure her gaze met his. “Stop saying you’re sorry, Kitten. Everything you’re feeling is normal. Stop living in those fantasy worlds for a minute. Sex is dirty, messy, and, yes, sometimes a little painful. But I’m looking forward to showing you how the pain can be turned into pleasure. I know you’re reading Kristen’s book, and from what I’ve read, she does a pretty good job of getting her sex scenes true to reality. If you have questions when we get home, she’ll be a good person to talk to.”
“Kristen? You mean, you know Kristen Anders? You’ve read her books?”
He almost smirked at the hint of jealousy in her voice. “I’ve only skimmed through the sex scenes, and yeah, I know her. Except she’ll be Kristen Sawyer soon. She’s Devon’s fiancée and submissive.”
Wide eyes stared back at him. “Oh, my God! I didn’t know that. Why didn’t you tell me?” She playfully smacked his chest and then shut off the water. They’d be prunes if they stayed in any longer.
Boomer took one of the guest towels from the rack outside the stall and wrapped it around her before taking another for himself. “Sorry, I kind of had other things on my mind.”
“Like people shooting at us and stuff.” Her voice had grown quieter as if the reality of the past few days had come back to her in a rush.
Grimacing, he followed her into the bedroom to get dressed. “Yeah, stuff like that.”
Ten minutes later, they joined Devon and Marco in the large, eat-in kitchen. The two of them eyed Boomer, and he shook his head—no, he hadn’t told her yet. After they were settled at the table with coffee and bagels, he squeezed her hand. “Kat, we found out some information last night and have a few questions for you.”
Warily, she put down the coffee cup she’d just picked up. “Okay. Shoot.”
“What happened in the few days following the accident?”
The color seeped from her face, and he squeezed her hand again. Taking a deep breath, she took a moment to think back to that terrible time. “Um . . . the FBI brought us to a hospital for treatment, then arranged for us to be pronounced . . .” She swallowed hard. “Um . . . pronounced dead. They snuck us out of there and took us to a safe house. We changed safe houses after twenty-four and forty-eight hours. I was so numb and upset. I don’t even know where we were.”
“It’s okay, baby. Do you remember if your dad had access to a computer?”
She shook her head. “I don’t . . . I don’t remember. I’m sorry. I remember they took our cell phones, and we could watch TV, but I don’t think we had a computer. One of the agents may have had one, though. It was so long ago. I honestly don’t remember. Why? What did my father do?”
