First Thing I See (19 page)

                I looked at him, his face so raw with
emotion.  “We will figure it out together.”  Even though I had literally been
run over by a car, I had never felt better in my life. 

                The next afternoon Charles was waiting out
front as Kennedy wheeled me to the hospital exit.  “Glad to see you are feeling
better Ms. York.”

                “Thank you Charles”

                Kennedy helped me into the back of the car
and I looked out the window at the people walking down the sidewalk as we made
our way to my apartment.   “Do you think the police caught the guy that grabbed
me?”  We hadn’t really discussed the night in detail, although Kennedy was by
my side when I gave my statement to the detectives.

                I saw his jaw tense.  “I think you feel
better than he does right now.”

                My brow creased and I turned to him a little
nervous to hear his response.  “What does that mean?  Were they able to figure
out who he was?”

                “It’s taken care of.”

                “Did the police arrest him?”

                “They arrested him and he made bail the same
day.  They charged him with assault, but that wasn’t enough.” 

                Oh. My. God.   “Kennedy, what did you do?”

                He moved closer to me and put his arm around
me.  “You should be more worried about what I am going to do to you when I
finally have you alone.”  His words sent shivers down my spine for more reasons
than one.

***

                “I really want to take a shower.”  It felt
good to be home and I wanted to wash away the hospital.

                Kennedy gave me a devilish grin and started
unbuttoning my shirt.  When he saw the bandage covering my incision, he reached
down and gently kissed all around it.  “You aren’t supposed to get this wet, so
I’ll help you.” 

                My face was less black and blue and more
yellow and green, but Kennedy didn’t seem to notice how horrible I looked.  He
undressed and we left our clothes in a pile on the floor outside the bathroom. 
My bathroom shower was small for just me, no less adding six foot two inches of
broad man to it.  He turned on the water and set the temperature.  I stepped in
and dropped my head back letting the water run over my hair. 

                Kennedy stepped inside in front of me and
held his hand clasped around my back as I arched into the water.   The water
felt incredible on my head and my position kept the bandage from being soaked
under the water.  It also left my entire torso open to Kennedy.  His head
reached down and gently took my nipple in his mouth.  A soft moan escaped.  His
tongue flicked and licked gently as the water beaded over my head behind me. 
His gentle licking hardened my nipples and he sucked hard in response to my
body’s reaction.

                I lifted my head from the water stream and
he turned me.  He removed the shower head from above and carefully directed it
to wet my body all over, being careful to keep my bandages dry.  He soaped his
hands and washed my wet back.  His hands were firm and he rubbed as he washed. 
My body relaxed to his touch.   He kissed down the back of my neck and he
repositioned the showerhead in his hands to rinse me.   He turned me back
around and gently eased my legs apart.  He positioned the shower head so the water
pulsed steady against my clit as he lowered his head to my neck and slowly
kissed his way up to my ear.     

                I whimpered, the water was pulsing hard and
desire pulsed through my veins.  He bit my nipple and a tremor went through
me.  The weeks of deprivation from his touch, and days filled with tension,
were being released and it was all too much to handle.   He positioned the
shower head back above and I missed the pulsing stream immediately.  I opened
my eyes and found him watching me.  He put his hands on both sides of my head
and pressed his hungry mouth over mine.  I was completely under his control. 
His tongue stroked mine and he sucked on my tongue harshly before breaking the
kiss.  We both panted loudly.

                I gasped at the loss of his mouth and watched
as he kneeled in front of me.  “Kennedy….”  I wasn’t sure I could hold myself
up to his touch. 

                “I have you beautiful.”  He gently
positioned my legs spread apart and then his arms tightened around my upper
thighs.  He positioned his face below my sex as I stood and gently stroked my
clit with his tongue.  I felt weak, but his arms kept me in place.  His tongue
drew strong circles around my swollen clit until it was almost too much to
bare.  I moaned deeply and he flicked and sucked my clit until I came calling
his name.

                My body felt spineless, and I thought I
might lose my balance, but he repositioned me and moved his head further
between my legs.  Then his tongue was plunging into me deep and hard.  I
gripped his shoulders and leaned down to deepen the penetration.  I came again
when he pushed two fingers into me and I looked down.  “Good girl.  Watch me
eat you.  I’m going to suck every last sweet drop from you.”  And he did.

                If his hands weren’t supporting me, I would
have fallen.  As he stood up, he reached around the back of my legs and scooped
me up, holding me.  I could feel his firm cock pushing up against my ass as he
carried me to the bed.  He gently placed me down in the center of the bed and
then hovered over me.   His arms on both sides of me bore the brunt of his
weight.  “I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to be inside you.”

                I reached down and stroked him leisurely,
letting him know I wanted him as much as he wanted me.  He took my mouth and I
felt his hot body lightly against me.  I needed him inside of me more than I
ever needed anything.  I lifted my hips to him and he looked into my eyes as he
pushed his long, thick cock inside of me in one strong even stroke.

                “God I love how tight you are.”  His voice
was hoarse.  He began a firm rhythm in and out, in and out, being careful to
keep his weight off of my torso.  I rocked my hips up, allowing him to go
deeper and he responded with a growl and grinded his hips into me as the root
of him pressed firmly against me.  His heavy balls slapped hard into my ass as
he sunk into me with each forward stroke.  I felt him grow harder and then his
cock contracted and I felt him fill me.  “Fuck.”

                The uncensored rawness of his pleasure made
me gasp and I tumbled over the edge right with him again.

***

                I woke the next morning tangled in Kennedy
just as I had fallen asleep the night before.  I knew he was awake before I
raised my eyes to find his.  I could feel him watching me intently.  “Good
morning beautiful.”  A light kiss on my forehead.

                “It’s nice waking up to you in my bed
instead of the hospital.”  I snuggled closer wanting to leave no space between
us.

                “I’ll bring your bed to Chicago if you
want.”

                I looked up at him, his eyes were warm and
gentle as he gazed at me.  “It’s not the bed that makes it nice.”

                “Good, because I like my bed better.”  He
smirked and his playful mood made my heart skip a beat.  “So, it’s settled
then, we’ll get rid of your bed and use mine.”

                “Is that so?” 

                He kissed me firmly on the lips and nodded
once.  “Makes sense to me, but if keeping your bed is a deal breaker then I’m
good with that too angel.”

                “But I haven’t agreed to move.”

                “Okay, then let’s start with that first,
then we can figure out which bed we are keeping.”  He tried to hide the smile,
but the slight indent of a dimple gave him away.

                “Kennedy, I….”

                He put his finger over my mouth.  “I fucked
up Hope.  I should never had taken no for an answer the first time I asked you
to move in with me.  I’m not taking no for an answer now, so you might as well
understand that before you make your decision.”  His pale blue eyes searched
mine, holding me where he wanted me.  “Chicago is where my business is, so it’s
difficult for me to live anywhere else.  But if you are not ready to move, I’ll
move to New York.  I’ll figure it out.   I’ll buy this building and move in one
of the apartments here if that’s what you want.  But, you have to know, unless
you tell me you don’t love me anymore, I’m going to be where you are, wherever
that is.”

                I knew deep down in my heart that I loved
this incredible, sexy, bossy man.  I looked into his eyes.   I remembered being
a little girl and watching my dad look at my mom, I couldn’t describe what it
was, but I knew that he loved her more than anything in the world.  I’d never
seen a man look at a woman that way.  Until today.  I made my decision in that
moment and he must have seen it happen on my face.   He smiled at me.  The
glorious full dimple smile.

                “Okay.”  It came out as a whisper.

                “Okay?”  He sounded as if it was a surprise,
but we both knew it wasn’t.

                I rolled my eyes playfully.  “I’ll move to
Chicago.”

                He pressed his lips softly to mine.  “Thank
you beautiful.  I love you.”

***

                A week went by and Kennedy was true to his
word.  He didn’t let me out if his sight.  He took me for all of my follow up doctor’s
appointments, and sat and held my hand when my stitches were removed.   My
kitchen table was converted into Jenner Holdings command central, and he worked
while I rested and slowly started to pack.  I called George and told him I was
going to be leaving the first week in January, after the Christmas and New
Year’s events were behind us.  He said he was sad I was leaving, but he
understood and was happy for me.      

                “I hate the thought of you going back to
work tomorrow angel.”  His voice was stern.

                “We already had this discussion Kennedy.  I
can’t leave them during the busiest two weeks of the year.  I need to go back
tomorrow to help.  It’s the least that I can do considering I am leaving after
only three months.”

                “I’m putting a bodyguard on you when you are
not with me.  He’ll stay out of your way, but he won’t be more than a hundred
feet away.”

                A streak of heat moved through my body, as
it always did when Kennedy took that powerful commanding tone.  “It’s not
necessary, but if it will make you feel better.”

                “It will.”

                I smiled, having learned which battles were
worth fighting with Kennedy, this one didn’t make the list.  “Okay honey.” 

                I squeezed my body in between the table and
Kennedy and sat myself on his lap, straddling him.  My hands rested on his
shoulder and he pulled me closer to him, pressing himself into me.

                “I was thinking.  Maybe we should take your
brother to a game while he is in town.  Shauna can get us tickets and we could
grab a bite after it’s over.”

                One eyebrow arched.  “You are not trying to
play matchmaker are you?” 

                “No.”  I lied.

                Kennedy looked at me suspiciously.  “Ok, set
it up.  He arrives this Thursday night and he’s staying till Sunday.”

                “I already checked, they are playing at home
on Friday night.  So we can do it then.”  I gave a victorious smile.

                “Don’t smile at me with that cute smile.  Or
my next video conference will be watching your ass go up and down on this chair
in about three minutes.”

                I felt my face pink and I pictured him naked
and glistening with sweat as I held his thick shoulders and rode the length of
him up and down in full, long strokes.

                He watched me, his gaze fixed on my mouth. 
“Fuck, Hope.”   Then he dialed his secretary and told her to push his conference
back and hour.  I squirmed on top of him as he spoke.  Then I rode him until we
were both exhausted and took a nap naked on the couch where he could watch me
while he worked the rest of the afternoon.

                Garrett acted every bit the eligible
bachelor as the Chicago papers had made him out to be.  I had started to get
used to the way women looked at Kennedy, with their mouths watering and perky
breasts thrust forward.  It didn’t bother me because Kennedy never reacted to
it.  His focus was always on me, and I was never quite sure if he ignored the
looks he got for my benefit or if he had just grown immune to them.  Garrett,
on the other hand, took full advantage of every opportunity that came his way.

                Shauna had landed us court side tickets and
I was excited to show off my best friend.  I was pretty sure the VIP waitress
was neglecting the other patrons when she spent ten minutes flirting with
Garrett on her fourth trip over to make sure we didn’t need anything else.  As
the cheerleaders made their way onto the floor for their half time show, I
decided I was done with the sexy server. 

                “Garrett, Shauna is the third one from the
right.”  I motioned to the right side of the kick line forming.  Garrett took
one look at Shauna and forgot the waitress was standing there waiting for his
attention. 

                “We are good for now.”  I smiled at the
waitress dismissively and she huffed away.

                Garrett followed Shauna with his eyes.  She
smiled and winked at us as she moved into position for her squad’s performance.

                “Did I tell you that you were my favorite
brother?”  Garrett leaned towards Kennedy without taking his eyes off Shauna.