Royce(17)

Then Leah had gotten sick after his Jean had died in an automobile accident in icy weather all those years before. Kasey had come home and held them all together. To this day he had no idea what she’d given up to come home to help and she wouldn’t tell him either. From Leah, all he’d gotten was that she was happier here.

When dinner was ready he went back into the other room. He stood in the doorway and watched Royce with Suzy. When he noticed Jay standing there he nodded over to Kasey.

“She’s hurting. Do you think she can have something now?” Jay knew it was bad when she didn’t argue. He handed the water and pain pills to Royce and took Suzy to the kitchen. He came in just as they were finishing up. “I’d like to stay tonight. She’s asleep now, but when she wakes I want to see if I can convince her to come back to the hospital with me.” Royce sat down. “Or bring her back to my house. I can hire someone to keep an eye on her. She won’t be happy, but I’ll know she’s fine.”

“You love Kasey. She’s my favorite. I love her more than chocolate. You love her too.”

Royce stared at Suzy, but made no comment. Jay didn’t either. The man simply looked pole axed, but about what Jay couldn’t say. He showed Royce where to take Kasey and let him settle her in her big bed. He just hoped they all weren’t making a mistake.





Chapter 6



Kasey woke warm. And stiff. It took her a few seconds to realize she wasn’t alone in her bed. When she put her hand on the arm around her waist, she realized it wasn’t her aunt. The arm was most assuredly male.

“Do you need something else for pain?” the voice rumbled sleepily in her ear. “I’m not sure how often you can take them, but it’s been about five hours.”

“Mr. Hunter?” She couldn’t move. She knew she should pull away from him, but she just couldn’t make her body work.

“Kasey, I’m in bed with you. Don’t you think you should drop the Mr. Hunter bit and call me Royce? You did earlier tonight.” His breath was warm on the back of her neck. “And we have kissed.”

“Why are—” Her train of thought stopped when he placed and open-mouthed kiss on the back of her neck. And then when his leg moved over her uninjured one, she moaned.

“Why am I what?” His voice seemed to melt over her. She had to try and concentrate very hard on what she’d been thinking about before he’d kissed her.

“Why are you in bed with me? Shouldn’t you be home, in your own bed, away from me?” She swallowed hard. “You need to back off.”

“I’m in bed with you because you’re here.” He kissed her again before he continued. “And there is only one bed in this room. A nice bed too. I haven’t slept this well in…wow, it’s been months.”

“I’ll give you the brand name. Get off my bed. And go home. Home is where you should be, not here.” Kasey tried to roll away, but short of rolling on her sore hand and arm, there wasn’t much she could do. She tried inching over and away from him, but he pulled her back.

“Lay still. You keep moving around like that and I’ll begin to think you’re ready for some things I’ve had on my mind since I felt you press your bottom against my cock.” He rolled his tongue into the shell of her ear and nipped at her lobe. “Things that’ll make both of us forget where we are.”

Kasey closed her eyes only to see her own ideas of what they could be doing and she popped them back open. “You can’t possibly want to have sex with me. I’m…I’m not your type at all. I’m a…a…stop that.”

He was running his hand up and down her thigh, getting closer and closer to her panties. When his fingers stopped on her hip bone she didn’t know whether she wanted him to move off or closer to her pussy. She squirmed when he didn’t move.

“I want to touch you, Kasey. I want to feel how wet you are and then taste your cream off my fingers.” She closed her eyes at the seduction in his voice. “I want to feel you come around my fingers and lick them dry of you. Will you let me, baby? Will you let me make you come?”

His fingers moved down her thigh and up again. This time he didn’t stop at her hip, but brushed along the elastic at the top of her curls. While his fingers were running back and forth over her skin he was adjusting her around so that her head was toward his and he took her mouth.

This kiss was different than in the hospital. This one was hungry, needy, and so much more heated. As his tongue traced along her lips he slipped his finger under her panties. When his tongue brushed along hers, dueling slightly, his fingers found her clit and he slid between her folds. His moan seemed to come from his mouth and into hers and straight to her pussy, making her cream more on his hand.