Page 30 of The Tempo of Truth
We tumbled onto the bed together.Ky braced his weight above me with a hand on the mattress.I reached above my head for where I had tossed a box of condoms with the rest of my bedtime stuff before we went into the bathroom.I opened the packet and reached for Ky while he situated himself between my legs.
“It’s the other way around if you believe anything you read.”Even though he was the one snapped coming out of a police station and tied to a dead body, somehow I was the one under fierce scrutiny.Every choice I’d ever made, every failure that had been documented, every misstep from my youth until now, were all dragged out and tied to Ky’s questionable situation.
It was glaringly sexist.Of course, a man might get into a fight that led to someone losing their life.It even made sense that such a horrible outcome was initiated by jealousy.There was no forgiveness for a woman caring for a man with that sort of reputation and having a child with him.The idea of someone of my stature and status being publicly tied to someone as messy as Ky was an absolute disgrace.The headlines could hardly disguise their scorn whenever my name was mentioned, while they were only mildly chiding when discussing Ky.
“I don’t care what anyone says.You’re too good for me, Winnie.You’re too good for anyone.”
I shook my head and shifted so I could wrap my legs around his lean waist as he finally sank his rigid shaft deep inside me.I dug my heels into the small of his back and clung to his muscular shoulders as he thrust within me.
“I’m not too good.I’m an acquired taste.”Many people wanted to steal a bite because they had no clue just how bitter and dry I was underneath the pretty packaging.I might look sweet, but anyone who knew me well knew I leaned far closer to being sour.
Ky let out a long breath before dropping his head to run the tip of his nose across my cheek.“I don’t know about that.You’re my favorite flavor.No matter how much of you I have, I want more.”His words drifted against my face and sank deep within my heart.
My pulse fluttered, and my pussy mimicked the motion.My body throbbed happily around Ky’s, pulling at him each time he pulled away, only to sink in deeper with each forward movement.It felt like he was trying to reach parts of me no one else could ever touch.
Once Ky increased the pace, I had to hold on for the ride.He fucked me breathless.His eyes slammed shut, and the muscles across his arms and shoulders bunched up in a way that made me want to drool.He was gorgeous in his primal and hungry state.I’d seen the driven, obsessive look on his face before.It was how he looked when he faced off with a worthy opponent and scored.
He was stunning when he won.Hell, he was tragically beautiful when he lost.There was never a time when I didn’t find him to be the prettiest boy I’d ever seen.
His free hand grasped the back of my thigh, his fingers digging into my skin.His teeth nipped at my ear as his movements became hurried and frantic.
I slipped a hand between where his chest pressed against mine and rolled a puckered nipple between my fingertips.I felt the tingle shoot through my blood and hit my quivering pussy.I was already wet, but the more forceful Ky’s movements became, the more my body reacted.His hardness was drenched as I inched closer and closer to coming apart all around him.
I gasped his name and dug my fingers into the soft curve of my breast.Every inch of my skin was overly sensitive, and there was something that felt like an electrical current zipping through my veins.I was achingly alive and ready to spin out from trying to process all the pleasure coursing through my body.Being with him was an escape from everything that weighed me down.
“So close.”The words sounded like they were ripped out of his chest.
“Will it ruin the mood if I yell gooooooooalllllllll, like they do during your games?”I giggled when he lifted his head and playfully glared at me.
“If you can make jokes—hell, even talk—then I’m not doing my job well enough.”
I sighed and turned my face against the side of his neck.It was hard to catch my breath and speak as my orgasm raced through me seconds later.My body spasmed around his thick cock, and a flood of pleasure soaked the place where we were connected.
“The fact that I feel comfortable enough to make a fool of myself while you’re fucking my brains out shows that you’re doing an excellent job.No one else gets to see this side of me, Ky.”I still felt like that awkward teenager who didn’t know how to act with normal kids because of my extreme upbringing and the rigorous rules I’d had to follow.
Ky was one of the few people who got to see all sides of me.
Ky didn’t respond.He was too busy bucking against me like crazy as his orgasm made him momentarily incoherent.He collapsed on top of me in a heap of hot, sweaty man.I hugged him tightly and wanted to take a minute to enjoy the afterglow, but as soon as we got comfortable, I heard a perfectly timed wail from the receiver for the monitor in Lowe’s room.
“Mommmm!I can’t sleep.I want a glass of water.Can I sleep with you?”
Ky rolled off of me like it was one of our parents about to catch us in a compromising position.I couldn’t help but laugh as I got up to go take care of our son.
Ky got up and scrambled to pull on some clothes.The look of pure panic on his face was priceless.
He was going to figure out really quickly how much your life changed when there was a child around.I didn’t tell him we were fortunate not to get interrupted earlier.
Lowe was already proving to be one heck of a team player.
Ky
“Is this really for me?”Lowe’s eyes doubled in size as he stared at the massive hot fudge sundae that was placed on the table in front of him.
Winnie reached out and pushed a handful of dark curls off his forehead.“It’s for you.”I laughed when he grabbed the spoon she handed him and held it like a weapon, ready for war.Winnie gave the little boy an indulgent look as she told him, “Do you know this is the same place Uncle Win brought me to whenever he had something serious to talk to me about when I was your age?It’s one of my favorite places in the city.”
Lowe shoved a gooey spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and asked with more perception than a five-year-old should have, “Do you have something serious to talk tomeabout?”
Winnie nodded while giving me a look out of the corner of her eye.“Not just me; Ky also has something important he wants to tell you.”
