Insatiable Kate (2 page)

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Rome became frustrated, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and staring at the front door of her townhouse. He'd been sitting outside in his truck for ten minutes waiting for her to either text him back or answer her damn phone. When she did neither, he slammed out of his pickup truck and stomped to her front door. Then he pounded. After waiting ten seconds, he pounded again, vowing to ram his body through the wooden barrier if she didn't open it in...

Three...two...one

He turned the doorknob at the last minute, thinking this would help his entry. As his bulk smashed into the solid door, his body was flung forward with a force greater than any he'd ever experienced before. Grunting, he landed on the ceramic tile of the small foyer, his shoulder taking the brunt of his weight. He shook his head in either embarrassment or stupidity, he wasn't sure, but he had a hard time fathoming his actions.

Why was he plowing into Kate's haven? Disrupting her life? To scold her for having dozens of men drooling over her last night? To tell her how he really felt and why it had taken him so long to confess his feelings.

“Yes, dammit, all of the above plus some.” Rome pushed up from the floor, stood and ready to concede and tell Kate he loved her and that his arrogant manner concealed his true feelings. He loved her and had for years. The ire he directed at her disguised his love. He hated to treat her like that all the time but he had to, to protect his heart and his sanity.

How could he be in love with his best friend's little sister? How could he allow that to happen?

Easy. Loving Kate came effortlessly. Her sweet disposition. Her melodic laughter. The way her blonde hair swung side to side as she talked animatedly. The way she used her hands to talk and express herself. The sparkle in her turquoise eyes when she laughed. It was all intoxicating. He lost himself in her gaze. The sultry gander she tossed his way over the years left him panting for more.

How many nights had he gone home alone, jacking off to the vision of her in his mind? How many times had he imagined her beneath him as he pounded his hard cock deep into her inviting pussy.

“Damn.” Rome pushed his body up and listened for movement from Kate.
Nothing.

Focusing his hearing in better, he caught the sound of the shower running. Nodding his head he realized that's why she hadn't answered his text or calls.

Blowing a sigh from his lips, he smiled.
Maybe I can surprise her.

He strolled through the living room, making his way to the bathroom when out of his peripheral vision an unusual object caught his eye. Stopping mid-step, he glanced over and saw an object that drew his attention in closer. Pink and not just any pink. The brightest pink vibrator he'd ever seen.

His eyes squinted at the array.
Could it be? Does Kate use
those?

Rome changed direction. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. He had to know. He stopped in the archway of the living room and kitchen, staring in awe. Setting all in a perfect row, laid four colorful apparatuses used for female self-pleasuring. But it was pink one that drew his attention and fascination.

Rome's cock twinged imagining Kate inserting any one of the toys in her sweet hole. Thoughts of her moaning as the vibrating device brought her pleasure made him hard as a rock. Mental images of Kate bucking her hips against the toy releasing her orgasm, made him moan.

His eyes rolled back, his heart skipping a few beats as the shower splashed and hissed in the background. His thoughts instantly returned to the present, Kate in the shower, naked and her sweet body beckoning to him. With every rhythmic beat of the water, Rome's body pulsed with anticipation.

The idea of slipping into the shower with Kate was like a fantasy come true. Before setting off for the bathroom, Rome walked over the kitchen sink and touched one of the toys. Pinkie, as he'd so eloquently and mentally started thinking of it as, had four nubs strategically placed on the tip for extra pleasuring. Rome swallowed hard as his shaft twitched in his tighter than tight jeans. He didn't recall the denim being this snug ten minutes ago.

A soft moan coming from the bathroom brought Rome back from his reverie. Turning, with the vibrator in his hand, he headed towards the feminine sound. As he approached the bathroom, the shower water stopped. He heard Kate softly talking.

Was she alone? Who the hell was with her?

Rome's blood started to boil. After the way he had treated her last night she must have found a male partner to bring back to her place. Hence why the toys were scattered on the counter. They'd probably played into the wee hours of the morning and here he was disturbing their rendezvous. The thought of another man in the shower with Kate burned Rome. It could be him. He could be the one in there right now washing away soapy bubbles from her full breasts. He could be the one towel drying her curvy hips kneeling down to dry off her long legs as he tongue leaned forward and swiped a taste of her juice.

But instead he was standing in the hallway, not twenty feet from her, holding her pink vibrator. Feeling like an idiot, Rome smacked his palm to his forehead.

“Dumb ass,” he shook his head. Glancing down at Kate's toy, he tried to banish the thoughts of her in bed with another man bringing her to orgasm. “Cripes! Stop it!”

As he was about turn and disappear from witnessing any further embarrassment he heard a soft sob coming from the bathroom. Kate still spoke in a hushed tone but the unmistakable weeping stopped Rome in his tracks.
Had the man in there made her cry?
Rome's free hand balled into a fist as his eyes squinted ready for a confrontation.

He stepped toward the slightly ajar door. Steam escaped from the hot shower and the scent of lavender stung his nose. Glancing in the foggy mirror, he could see Kate. Alone. No one was with her in the bathroom. She'd showered alone.

He leaned in closer, watching her wrap a lush bath towel around her voluptuous body. She tucked one corner between her significant bosoms, preventing the towel from falling.
God what he'd do to tug at that towel, dropping it to the floor and reveal Kate's full breasts!

A second later Kate's hand slid over the steamy mirror, clearing a spot for her to view her face. With the back of her hand, she wiped away tears and then gently touched the puffiness under her eyes with her fingertips. The delicate way she nursed herself broke Rome's heart. He'd kill the bastard who'd done this to her.

His nostrils flared thinking a man had slinked out of Kate's house recently leaving her high and dry after a hit and run sexual encounter.

A movement in the mirror caught Rome's attention. Kate smoothing lotion over her neck and shoulders. Cocking his head to the side, he watched as she lavishly spread the creamy white liquid over her soft skin. Swallowing hard, Rome shift in his stance. His cock was having fits and demanding to be freed from its confines.

Rome imagined his hands gliding over her tender skin, smoothing the lotion in places she couldn't reach. She'd moan when his hands slid over a sensitive place and his fingertips wavered to tease. Her head would loll back as his fingers found her moist pussy and tweaked her lips.

He would lean her against the counter, spreading her legs slightly allowing his tongue to flicker her pussy. Her essence overpowering, inviting him further. She'd place her hands on the back of his head guiding him deeper. His tongue hungrily lapping every drop of her as she pleaded with him to make her come. He'd flick with his tongue and his lips would suck every inch of her pussy.

He'd slide his finger into her wetness and her thighs would open. When she didn't fight, he'd slide a second finger in with ease while hips kept in rhythm with his combined wetness slithering down his fingers into his palm. Her essence irresistible.

Although he'd never had the opportunity, Rome knew he'd bury his face deep between her legs, lapping ever drop of succus from her. Her tantalizing taste would leave him begging for more and she'd roll her head side to side in release. Rome licked his lips, mesmerized by the scene playing in his head. Picturing Kate riding his fingers to pleasure was almost more than he could bear. A gasp found its way out of his throat and escaped.

“Oh my God!” Kate's voice squealed. “How long have you been there?”

“Umm,” Rome's voice caught in his throat. “I-I...”

“Oh my God!” Kate tugged the towel around her tighter. “What the hell! How did you get in here?”

Her anger exploded. Her turquoise eyes flared with a wrath ready to destroy. Rome had never seen Kate so enraged. And he appeared to be the cause of her fury.

“Oh, man.” Rome released a sigh, opened his mouth to try and explain when Kate burst.

“How did you get in here? Why the hell are you here? Oh my God!” Kate slung one arm through a robe she'd retrieved from behind the door. She finagled her body into the garment, never permitting the towel to reveal an inch of skin despite his sub-conscious pleas.

“Jesus, Rome!” She struggled to tie the belt, her wet blonde hair flying wildly around her making her appear uncontrollably and God help Rome, all he could think about was what a wildcat she'd be in bed with this passion.

He tried to explain his purpose for invading her Saturday morning but she continued, “I mean, what the fuck, do you think you can just waltz in here anytime you want!”

“No, I came over...”

“I mean, what the hell could you possibly need...” She stopped, her eyes traveling down and he knew exactly when she saw it. “Where did you get that?” She pointed to his hand, her eyes glued to the pink tubular object in his hand.

“It was on the kitchen counter and...”

“I know where it was!” Her voice wavered between mortification and hostility. She raised her arm, held up her hand and pointed at her toy. “Why do you have it?”

“I don't know,” Rome said as he shrugged his shoulders.

“You don't
know
?” Kate's voice rose an octave. “You don't know!” Now she was screaming.

Rome held up his hands in her defense and Kate whipped her hand up, snatching away Pinkie. “Hey!” He yelled like she'd just taken away his favorite toy instead of her private pleasuring device.

“It's mine!” She shoved it deep into her robe's pocket, glaring at him. “Why are you here?”

“I came over to...” How could he explain that he'd come to tell her loved her and he was sorry about his past behavior when she'd just thrust Pinkie into her pocket when all he could think about was slipping it into her delicate pussy and bringing her to orgasm? His mind drifted back to the night before as she'd swaggered across the room, her ass hugging mini skirt molded to her every curve. When she strutted past him, his cock had panged in his pants, craving her and all he could do was stare at Kurt and listen to some meaningless story. He'd nodded his head, snubbing Kate's exhibition.

Damn if he couldn't stop imagining his hands molding to her ass, squeezing her cheeks as she rode him hard, her breasts jiggling from the action. Rome could envision her hair trailing down her back as her head fell backwards from pleasure. Her pussy grinding into him deeper and deeper.

“Well?” She planted her hands on her hips impatiently waiting for an explanation. He'd never seen her look more beautiful.

“Huh? I came over here to... I really don't know.” He smiled, hoping he could use his charm to avoid an ass-chewing.

Kate's eyes sparkled with fury, her chest heaved with emotion. Her breasts went up and down, her breathing hastened.

“You don't know?”

“No,” he chuckled, anticipating a reprieve. But apparently today was not going to be his lucky day.

Kate started pacing in the confines of her small bathroom. She mumbled words of anger and what sounded like to Rome as personal ridicule. She ran her hands through her damp hair and proceeded to rant about privacy, men were blind and her stupidity.

“What?” He leaned in to hear her better. “What did you say?”

“What?” Kate appeared confused, like she had almost forgotten he was there.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing” she squawked. “Leave.” She waved her hand at him, dismissing him.

“I'm not going anywhere. I came here to talk to you.”

“Oh, you remember why you're here now?” Looking deep into her eyes, Rome recognized pain, hurt and a hint of disbelief.

“Yes, I remember.” He stepped towards her but she eased away so he stopped. “Let's go talk.” He held out his hand to her showing her that he was being serious.

Kate accepted his hand with hesitation but permitted his offering.

Chapter Two

Rome sat on the sofa, just feet away from her, and Kate became self-conscious of his presence. So close yet so far. She'd give anything to spill the truth to him but she had a gut instinct he was here for another reason. Not a good reason at that. Was this going to be the night he finally told her to leave him the hell alone? To stop pestering him like a school girl?

Cringing inside, her stomach recoiled and bile began to rise in her throat. She knew it was coming but also knew nothing could prepare for his verbal rejection. She'd spent years swooning for this man and it all came down to a two-minute conversation and brush-off.

His eyes were directed down and slowly he raised them to meet hers. Swallowing hard, she geared herself up for heartbreak. It was coming, the pain she experienced in the shower was nothing compared to what was about to be thrown on her now. Her hands twisted around her robe's belt, knotting the fabric into shreds.

“Kate.” Rome's smooth, silky voice entering her being, she shivered.

“Yes.” She lowered her eyes in shame.

“We need to talk.”

Kate sighed, turmoil continued to rise inside her. Her lower lip started to quiver and she bit down on it to prevent Rome from noticing.

“I came here with the intention of telling you...” Rome stopped.

Kate raised her eyes to see Rome was staring at her hip. “What?” She shook her head in confusion.

“Do you...do you do that often?”

“Do what?” She was beyond confusion, entering a dumbfounded state of mind now.