Page 29 of The Tempo of Truth
Winnie
I wrapped my arms around Ky’s wet shoulders and moaned his name as our naked skin pressed together.Each caress and every touch was slippery from the warm water falling from the showerhead and soapy hands.There was a bench made from a solid slab of marble toward the back of the walk-in shower that proved to have more uses than just being a convenient place to balance while I shaved my legs.
Ky had asked if he could stay over for the evening since we’d had plans to take Lowe out for the day to hopefully find a good time to tell him that Ky was his father.He hadn’t been around much since being released from jail, partly because he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire that was roasting me to a crisp, but mostly because he didn’t want to freak Lowe out with the little gifts left over from the fight in the park; he had bruises on his face and stitches in his eyebrow.The sight was enough to have a five-year-old asking questions that were difficult to answer without shattering his innocent worldview.The two had kept up a steady stream of phone calls, and video chats once Ky was on the mend.Finally, today, he looked mostly normal, and the first thing he wanted to do was see his son.
I’d had to work all day, so I arranged for my Aunt Channing to spend the afternoon with Ky and Lowe, allowing them to bond without my interference.It was still too early to let Ky visit without supervision, but according to my aunt, he was great with Lowe, and the little boy seemed particularly fond of him.They’d spent the day on the terrace, kicking the ball back and forth and watching movies.She told me Ky had made Lowe lunch, and he was the one who put him down for a nap.She said she offered to help, but he told her he didn’t need it.After his nap, Lowe wanted to play with his cousins next door, so Channing took him with her, leaving Ky alone in the brownstone.
When I’d returned home from work, he had the brownstone cleaned and dinner waiting.I was stunned by his domestic side.He’d always been a bachelor and lived alone.I didn’t think his homemaking skills would be so excellent until he reminded me that it was just him and his mom growing up.She worked several jobs and was rarely home.He taught himself to cook the basics so he didn’t have to eat ramen noodles and microwave pizza every night.And if he wanted a clean bed to sleep in, he had to launder his sheets.
It was a lovely couple of hours of family time until Lowe went to bed, and Ky shifted the activities to things that were adult-only.
I was secretly thrilled when he said he was staying the night.I didn’t hesitate when he asked me if I wanted to shower with him.
Of course, I did!I wanted to do everything with him.
I followed him into the glass enclosure, admiring the way the muscles flexed and shifted underneath his tattooed skin.Even though we’d had sex more than once, the previous times were hurried and happened in the dark.I’d never gotten the chance to appreciate the grown version of the boy who’d stolen my heart without even trying.
Everything about Kyser Kent was worth taking a second glance at.His limbs were long and strong.His skin was the shade of a nice summer tan, but there weren’t many places where it wasn’t marked with a tattoo.He had them all over, from the back of his neck to his ankles.Even his very taut ass had a sexy pinup inked on one side.His abs were clearly defined, and so were the mermaid lines running along the front of his prominent hip bones.He was in great shape.Ky’s body looked like he could step on a soccer field at any moment and get right back to playing.His dark eyes gleamed with a provocative light as he stared at me.His face was so good-looking, it wasn’t fair.How was anyone supposed to resist him when he looked like every woman’s ideal version of a bad boy?Every pore oozed temptation, and every movement he made screamed skilled seduction.He was the Pied Piper, and I was the innocent soul following him wherever he led.
Once we were in the shower, he guided me beneath the showerhead and proceeded to wash my hair and run his sudsy hands all over my body.I was squeaky clean and flushed hot pink from head to toe by the time it was my turn to scrub him down.My hands shook as soon as they touched his skin.It felt like I was worshiping him more than bathing him.I couldn’t count how many times I’d imagined having the freedom to have my hands all over him like this.There was no rush.There was no fear that he was going to disappear once the sun came up.And while things between me and Ky were far from settled, being able to have a tactile connection with him, feeling how his heartbeat sped up under my fingertips, made the moment feel real.
This occasion wasn’t a stolen night when he had nothing left to lose or a heated exchange because one of us was trying to prove a point.It was a choice we made together, willingly stepping into an intimate space with no place to hide our fears or our desires.
Ky kissed the hell out of me, leaving me limp and breathless in his arms as the water cascaded around us.It felt like a dream until the hazy mood was broken by his hand cupping one of my breasts and his knee slipping between my legs to part them.I felt very exposed in that position, but I was soon too distracted by his mouth moving across mine and the way my nipples tightened at his touch to worry about how I looked or if any of the angles he gazed at me with his heated eyes were unflattering.
I’d never been overly self-conscious about my body or my weight.I was skinny to the point of emaciation when I was growing up.It wasn’t until Channing started to intervene on my behalf that my Uncle Win realized my grandmother was starving me to fit an ideal old-money aesthetic.I was sad and skinny for the majority of my childhood.I preferred being fat and happy as an adult.My appearance led to a lot of rude comments and weird judgments from strangers on the internet.I never took the criticism seriously since I knew that even if I ended up the size of a house and had enough stretch marks that I looked like I had tiger stripes, I would still have more money than all of my haters combined.Plus, I’d survived Colette Halliday’s tutelage.It took a lot more than nasty comments about my thick thighs to hurt my feelings.
Ky made me feel beautiful.The way he touched me was reverent.His kisses were full of appreciation, and the sweet words he whispered in my ear held nothing but praise and dirty promises.His hands held my flesh like it was a gift given to him from a deity above.He left no doubt in my mind that he was enamored with my curves.
I shivered when he bit the side of my neck and followed him when he pushed me to the marble bench at the back of the shower.I didn’t get a chance to catch my breath before he pulled me into his lap and pressed his heavily erect cock against my soaked opening.The tip dragged through the damp folds, making my insides flutter in response.He licked my collarbone, then shifted to use the edge of his teeth to scrape across my nipple.I was assaulted by sensations and couldn’t resist the urge to rock against him, my body trying to pull his thick length inside.I ached to have him penetrate the emptiness inside me.There were bare spots in my body, heart, and soul that only Ky could fill.He was the balm I needed to soothe the wounds that carrying around jagged family secrets had left behind.Finally, being honest with him and the rest of the world about who I was and how I planned to live up to the Halliday name was more freeing than I’d thought possible.The only chain left was the one I wore around my neck that had my son’s initials.
I secretly planned to add a K pendant as soon as I found a free minute to buy one.
Ky kept his arm under my butt to keep me aloft even as I tried to sink onto him.I panted his name and hugged his neck in a suffocating grip.He dragged a hand up my spine and held the back of my head still so he could kiss me until I was breathless.
He licked my bottom lip and whispered, “If you aren’t careful, we’re going to end up turning Lowe into an older brother, which nobody in this house is ready for.”
He was right.Neither one of us brought protection into the shower.I don’t think either of us realized just how quickly a small flame between us turned into an uncontrollable inferno.Once again, we were ignoring the massive bed just feet away in my bedroom and opting for a tricky location that could easily lead to one of us landing flat on our faces.
He let me drop just enough that the tip of his cock entered my body.I hissed through my teeth at the tiny stretch and instant heat.Ky grunted in response, and I could see that he was gritting his teeth and fighting to keep still.
I circled my hips, leaning forward until my lips touched his ear.“I actually loved being pregnant with your baby.”
Sure, it was hard and took its toll on my body, but I loved having a piece of Ky with me always.I adored that tiny heartbeat, reminding me there were things in life so much bigger than me and more important than my unrequited love.The only reason I managed to walk away from Ky was because I had to make sure I gave his son the best life possible.And I had someone else to love unconditionally.There was nothing like the feeling of having that little boy who looked so much like his father love me back with every bit of his being.
“I want to see pictures.I feel robbed that I never got the chance to see you round and ready to pop.I bet you were cute as hell when you were pregnant.”
I laughed and shifted on his lap to drag us both out of the danger zone.I used the tip of a finger to trace the outside curve of his ear and felt him shiver in response.
“I was huge and terrified.I didn’t tell anyone I was having a baby until I was six months along.I didn’t want a bunch of unsolicited advice or to see the look of disappointment in my Uncle Win’s eyes.I promised him I would focus on school and keep my head on straight when I left the States.Mission failed.”
Ky leaned forward and placed a hard kiss on my tender lips.“Mission failed successfully.”
I hummed in agreement.I wiggled on top of him, rubbing our wet skin together and pressing my aching nipples against the solid wall of his chest.“We need to move.I want you inside of me.”I pulled back so I could warn him, “There is no telling how long we’re going to have uninterrupted time.Lowe hasn’t been sleeping well and often gets up in the middle of the night.Your sex life is going to look very different with me than it does with those influencers and reality stars.”
He grunted in acknowledgment and rose to his feet.He playfully smacked my ass as he followed me out of the bathroom.
“Having a sex life with you feels like something I can be proud of.I’m definitely punching above my weight class when it comes to being with you.”
