He knew the signs. Her orgasm crested, and she would soon come for him. He picked up the pace but kept his movements easy. She whimpered his name.
“Yes, baby, come for me.”
“I can’t hold it.”
“Let go, Kenzie.” He clenched his jaw and shut his eyes, concentrating on his own climax. If he could time it right, he would come with her. His balls drew up, and he felt the pressure build at the base of his cock. He shoved into her pussy and rested there, but he kept the dildo going. The light friction through the thin barrier was just enough. He groaned. “Fuck, yes!”
She screamed, and a hairsbreadth after, he exploded inside her. He squeezed her waist with a thumb pressing against her ass cheek. The dildo slid out, and he let it go and lay on her. He kissed the top of her head and then laid his face next to hers. Did he feel tears on her cheeks?
“Tell me I didn’t hurt you.” He leaned up and pulled her hair away.
She sniffled. “You didn’t.”
“Don’t lie to me, Kenzie.”
“You didn’t. Really. I’m just… Nothing. It was good. The best yet.”
He grinned and used his knuckles to wipe away the tears. “Good. Now it’s a shower and to bed.”
“But—”
“No arguments.”
She smiled and followed him into the bathroom. Something told him his naughty Kenzie would do just what she wanted when he fell asleep. He didn’t mind so long as he could see her when he woke up.
Chapter Ten
Kenzie stood back to allow Easton and Darby, his hopeful intended, into the restaurant. She took her time locking the door and fiddled with the blinds even though she’d already shut them earlier.
“Kenzie?” Easton called to her, and she let out a soft sigh, pasted on a smile, and turned to face them. Coming up the few stairs, she felt a bit tired.
She extended a hand to one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen. Darby’s hair flamed a brilliant red, and to match, she’d been gifted with sparkling green eyes. Kenzie had always been happy with her rich brown skin, but she felt downright crunchy black with her hand holding the delicate, almost translucent one of Darby’s.
“It’s so great to meet you, Kenzie,” Darby gushed. “I’ve heard so much about you, a sister after my own heart.”
Kenzie’s smile froze, and she blinked. “Sister?”
Darby laughed and placed a hand on her voluptuous chest. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. So stupid of me. I mean a kindred spirit. We both enjoy giving to the less fortunate.”
“Oh.” Kenzie relaxed. “So true. Welcome to my humble little restaurant. I hope you enjoy yourself while you’re here.”
“I’m sure I will.”
Kenzie dropped back from them after a few quick instructions to Easton. She watched him juggle pots and work the stove. He whipped up a quick appetizer and poured wine for Darby while she clapped, impressed. Kenzie reserved judgment until he began slicing and dicing the tomatoes needed for the sauce. Expert movements and the confidence that radiated from the man drew her attention until she couldn’t look away. Even when he flubbed on the first try with the spaghetti noodles, and blushed for the second time she knew of, he looked too damn sexy.
His conversation the entire time, the way he divided his focus between the food and Darby, all seemed to charm the woman. Kenzie hugged herself and eventually retreated to the storage area back past the bathroom. She sat down on a chair she kept there and drew her feet up. Soon she wouldn’t be able to do it because her belly would grow too big. Tears filled her eyes. At least she didn’t have too much morning sickness. From what she’d read, it was a rarity, but she wasn’t out of the woods yet.
Either way, this woman was the one for Easton. Darby was sweet and unspoiled, despite coming from money. She didn’t take life for granted from what Kenzie had seen and learned from Easton. “Just wait. You’re going to love her before she even gives birth to your baby.”
She sobbed and scrubbed at her face. From the front of the restaurant, she heard their laughter and Easton’s deep tones. Last week, she panicked when she thought he had figured out about the pregnancy, but he hadn’t said anything. His gentle lovemaking was different, but boy oh boy, did he bring her to multiple orgasms just the same. She would miss that—miss him.
Running her hand over her still-flat stomach, she wondered. Should she tell him? Yes, definitely. Not now, though. Not until he married Darby and she was pregnant with his child. Then everything would be settled for him to get his inheritance. They would arrange visitation, and she would somehow get over her love for him. The waterworks started up again, and she spent the next half hour trying to get herself together.