Unwanted Heat

Nicholas

I walked Kenzie back to her apartment after we returned from horseback riding, so she can get ready for dinner with my family later tonight. I’m pleased with how today turned out; everything I planned worked out perfectly. I was worried the ranch would be crowded and I wouldn’t be able to have the privacy I wanted, but once again money talks. I was able to convince the owners to close for a couple of hours to ensure no one would see us while we were there and report back to the press.

Even though this marriage is a fake, I wanted Kenzie to remember the day I proposed to her. I have no idea how that fucker she was with before proposed, but it was important to me to replace whatever memory she had. Based on the tears in her eyes, I think my mission was accomplished.

When I get back to the apartment, I immediately head for the shower in the en suite off my bedroom. I’m under the water for less than a minute before the memory of kissing Kenzie comes to the surface. The kiss today … that was so… so much more than the one last night. I wasn’t planning on kissing her today; the plan was to take her horseback riding and then bring her to the picnic area where I would propose properly to her. I had hoped she would enjoy the surprise but her reaction took me completely by surprise. The moment she wrapped her arms around my neck and put her body flush against mine I knew I was done. I tried to behave-I tried not to focus on how she felt against me but I lost that battle quickly. I don’t know if she kissed me or if I kissed her, but when our lips met any thoughts of not focusing on Kenzie’s body disappeared.

I can’t risk blurring the lines of this arrangement; I can’t risk things becoming awkward between us. The impact of that is too great. It’s one thing to kiss her in front of the press like last night or while we’re out in public in case others are watching but the one by the horses was something that just happened between us and had nothing to do with our arrangement. As much as I know I shouldn’t have done it, when her body pressed against mine kissing her was the only thing I could think of. I need to find some way to stop thinking of her like that-it will only complicate things between us.

My dick standing is full attention at the memory of her pressed against me, of her lips on mine… I sigh, shaking my head, realizing that this here is what my sex life is going to consist of for the next year and a half or longer. As I stroke my dick, I imagine her hand on me instead of my own; her soft hand wrapped around me, as I tease her hardened nipples. I can’t help but wonder how she likes to be fucked. Would she like to be taken against this wall? I can easily picture her in here with me, even though no one other woman has ever been in here. I can imagine lifting her up against the wall, her hands would grip my arms as her legs encircle my waist. I nearly lose it when she reaches between us, stroking it one last time before placing me against her opening. Her eyes go wide as I slide slowly into her tight center; her walls convulse around me as her breathing hitches in my ear. It only takes a few quick thrusts to bring her over the edge; she screams out my name which does me in. One final thrust into her, has me emptying myself as she milks me dry…

“Fuck!” In the reality of the shower, I find my release by my own hand instead of inside of Kenzie.

I have no idea how I’m going to fucking last the next eighteen months if I can barely get through a day with her. It felt so good to kiss her today, to have her pressed against me and to bring that smile to her face after riding for the first time. I was nervous that she wouldn’t agree to go with me this morning without knowing our destination, especially after what happened the last time I tried something like this. But yet again her reaction wasn’t what I expected: when I told her it was a surprise, she didn’t press the issue too much. She didn’t have the near panic attack that she said she had with Hunter. The enormity of the amount of trust she has in me weighs heavy on me.

“Sir?” Carter finds me in my study a short time later.

“Come in, Carter.”

“We believe we have identified Kenzie’s ex-”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Finally! What the fuck took so long?”

“It took some digging; Kenzie’s name wasn’t on the deed to the house, and the residence they shared wasn’t even the address she used anywhere. We finally identified him through a picture of them attending a holiday dinner through his employer.”

“What do we know about him?”

“Richard Westbrook: somewhat successful advertising executive for an agency in Denver. From what we can tell, he has had a few successful campaigns, but has also had a few that went south. He has been with his current employer for about five years but has held a variety of jobs there.”

“What else?” Now that we have a name, I want to fucking know everything about this piece of shit. I will find a way to ruin him if it’s the last thing I do. He deserves to pay for what he did to Kenzie.

“On paper, there’s nothing that stands out. He’s 33 years old-”

“He’s almost ten years older than Kenzie?”

“Yes, according to the date of birth listed on his driver’s license. He appears younger, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he told her he was in his twenty’s. He’s been married twice, both ended in divorce. Minor criminal record: speeding tickets, disorderly conduct… that type of thing.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes sir. Nothing that stood out that we have found yet, but I have Brian and Asher continuing to dig further.”

“Very well, Carter. Email me what you have. Did the cops ever find out who broke into her apartment?”

“Nothing, sir. They’re keeping an eye on pawn shops, but ones in that area aren’t typically helpful when it comes to police involvement. They believe it was someone residing in the building but they can’t prove it.”

“I’m assuming they’re closing the case at this point?”

“They’re putting it to the side until they receive a lead but otherwise…”

“Thanks, Carter.”

I’m not surprised the police weren’t able to find the person who broke into Kenzie’s apartment, though I would have liked to be able to give her that closure.