“Anything?”
“Yes, I’ll…” Her throat went dry, eyes darting around the room in search of something else to focus on. “I’ll give you my heart, Kenny. I love you so much, it doesn’t seem fair that I ask so much of you.”
“You don’t, really.”
“Do you want my soul? I’ll give it to you, baby. It isn’t worth all that much.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Do you want my body?”
Kennedy bit her lip. “I do.”
Lara placed her hand in Kennedy’s lap, feeling the heat she courted from watching her wife with another. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She started to unzip her partner’s pants, but Kennedy stopped her.
“No, my love. You know what I really want.”
Of course. It was what she mentioned out in the maw of the club. What she really wanted was to see what was done by someone else.
Before, Lara would have said she didn’t really understand what turned her spouse on in this situation. So what if she rolled onto her back, opened her legs, and watched as Kennedy pulled aside her folds? By now, she was returning to normal, although enough wetness remained behind for someone else to have their way with her. It wouldn’t be the first time Kennedy took her wife after she hosted someone else inside her body.
Yet this felt very, very different.
She wanted so badly to be exactly what Kennedy wanted. Before, she wouldn’t have given a shit if Kennedy was less than impressed. Now? The only thing that mattered was being good enough for her partner to lick her fingers, loom between her wife’s legs, and take her for herself.
“Ow,” Lara muttered, although she wanted this. She wanted to feel her body taken over again, this time by the one she loved almost unconditionally. “Be gentle?”
Kennedy was, in her own way.
Oh, she was gentle in how she treated Lara between the legs, knowing that she was still sore and needed tenderness above all else. Yet her intensity as she made love to Lara, her eyes boring into hers as she made Lara hers again, was something beyond anything Caden could have ever hoped to give.Because this is my spouse.Her partner. Her Mistress. Her little darling when the time was right. Tonight, she was a little bit of everything, and most definitely the one who loved her Lara more than anyone else could have.
“That’s right, Lara,” she growled, as her wife relaxed around her. “You’re all mine.”
Kennedy took Lara’s hands and lifted them above her head, thrusting into her gently, but with renewed purpose. She would continuously remind her that no other made love to her like this. And if she couldn’t do that? Then she wasn’t the one worthy of having Lara’s affection.
Although this wasn’t for Kennedy’s pleasure, Lara came again, quickly, spending herself with a few bursts of controlling pleasure. Not once did Kennedy’s eyes waver from hers.
Lara felt small, but loved.
“My God,” Kennedy muttered, lying next to her when she was finished. “As the universe intended.”
Yes, baby, I’m all yours. There was no doubt about it. All Lara continued to worry about was that Kennedy was allhers. If a wife didn’t have that, then what did she have?
Soon. Soon, everything would sort itself out. It had to.
Chapter 11
“Do You Believe Me?”
There was nothing like coming home on a rainy evening after a long day hassling investors and threatening to cut off a few heads if Lara didn’t get her way. Kennedy had to remain in town to finish up some paperwork, so Lara summoned her driver and returned home, far away from the downtown ruckus. She looked forward to a quiet dinner and lounging in her room, playing music, enjoying the fire, and organizing her makeup case.
If her spouse managed to get her ass home at a reasonable time, even better. Maybe they could soak in the bath together.
Of course, Lara was not so lucky recently. The first person she encountered upon entering her spacious home was none other than Chloe, who appeared to take Lara’s coat and umbrella.
“Did you have a good day, ma’am?” she asked, her cute little face almost enough to make Lara throw up. “Roberta says your dinner is waiting for you.”
Lara eyed her suspiciously. “Bring it up to my room.” She shook off her sweater and piled it on top of her coat in Chloe’s arms. “If my partner comes home, tell her I want to see her.” They had a cuddle appointment.
