down around my cock.
I pounded into her as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the corners of the kitchen. The thunder began to creep closer and the lightning began to play off the curves of her body. My cock throbbed against her, grew within her body as her walls fluttered around me. I could feel that she was approaching her end. I could see it in her eyes. The way she snarled and grunted. The way her hips somehow found leverage to rake against mine.
“Come for me,” I said. “Come for me, Brooke. Say my name.”
“Kevin. Kevin. Holy shit. Don’t stop. Fuck. Kevin. Kevin!”
Her body exploded, pouring juices down my cock, only to drip down my balls. Her back arched her tits into me and I slipped my arm underneath her body. Holding her close to me as her head fell back. Her eyes rolled back and her legs pulled taut against my shoulders. She was shaking. Quivering. Her nails dug so deep I could feel her breaking the top layer of skin.
I buried myself inside her, electricity shooting through my veins. Pumping my cock and triggering its release as my balls pulled into my body. I emptied myself into her. Pumped her full until my cum was shooting out from between her legs. Thick threads of release made me whimper and groan, binding the two of us together in a desperate attempt to forget.
Her legs slid from my shoulders and I collapsed on top of her, tangled up in her body as we sprawled out over the kitchen island countertop. I nuzzled her cheek and she wrapped her arms around my neck, smoothing my hair down and kissing the side of my head.
And all too quickly, my reality came crashing back.
I slid my cock from between her legs and settled myself onto the floor. I was shaking, wobbling on my legs as I helped her upright. For the first time since we’d reconnected, she covered her body with her arms. She crossed her legs and searched desperately for her clothing to cover herself from me. I could see the faint outline of her ribcage. The smooth hump of her hip bones.
Her guilt was literally eating her alive.
I held my hands out to help her down from the counter, but she shoved them away. She scurried off and collapsed to the floor and I reached down to gather her up. I slid my boxers up my body and bent over to grab her clothes, but she was already running through the house, scrambling to get back to her room and as far away from me as possible.
CHAPTER 22
BROOKE
I didn’t sleep all night. Between working on my book and being sick with guilt, sleep couldn't reach me. I was disgusted with myself. With my inability to keep focus. Instead of worrying about Sydney and trying to come up with clues to help the police, I fucked her father on the kitchen counter.
How pathetic was that? I was such a sorry excuse for a nanny. Paid to watch children, I couldn't even keep them safe. It made me sick to think about how much I’d still enjoyed it. My body shivered every time I relived the moment, and it only served to make me hate myself more.
I was enjoying myself, and Sydney was off somewhere in the dark. Scared and crying for us while we screwed around in the fucking house she would give anything to be safe in.
We were both pathetic.
Throwing the covers off my body, I made my way into the kitchen. I pulled out the disinfectant wipes and cleaned every surface, scrubbing my hands raw until I was satisfied with it. I pulled out things to make Daniel some breakfast, but the thought of eating made me nauseous. I scrambled some eggs with cheese and made a few biscuits, trying hard to keep from heaving at the smell.
I heard Daniel’s fast footfalls as he bounded down the stairs. I heard him pull out his chair as I plated his food. I sat it in front of him and went to grab him some milk, but as I turned to walk away, I felt his hand slip into mine.
“Wanna sit with me?” he asked.
He was such a sweet boy.
“Sure,” I said. “I’ll sit with you.”
“I slept in Sydney’s bed.”
“You did?” I asked.
“Yeah. I miss her.”
I felt my heart shatter as I reached out for his hand.
“I know you do, kiddo. I miss her too. And as soon as she comes home, we’ll run and play and eat as much chocolate as you want,” I said.
He smiled up at me with a mouthful of biscuit and I reached over to dust his mouth off. He giggled for the first time in five days and I felt a grin slide across my cheeks. I smoothed the rest of the crumbs off and cupped the boy’s cheek, my thumb slowly running over his skin. He nuzzled into my touch, closing his eyes. I reveled in the warmth. He smiled broadly as tears rose to my eyes, and I lost myself in the beauty of his little face.
Hearing a door fly open in the distance, I let my hand fall from his cheek. I encouraged Daniel to keep eating as I went to stand in the hallway. I was going to intercept Kevin before he could get into the kitchen.
If he was still in as bad shape as he’d been the night before, I didn’t want Daniel to see him that way. Kevin shuffled around the corner and it was obvious he was hungover. He was shielding his eyes from the sun, pulling curtains closed whenever he passed a window. His beard was long enough to be pointing in every direction, and his hairline was reflecting the grease on his skin. He braced himself against the wall, steadying himself with his hand as he walked down the hallway.