“Well you could do that,” he smiles, “but I think it’d be a better idea if you came home with me.” He pauses. “Because honestly I don’t see how you are going to walk around on those things. Sound good, girl?”
“Um,” I say.
“I think it’s the only solution.”
He puts the truck into gear and looks over his shoulder, and pulls out. When we’re on the road, I examine the soles of my feet a little more carefully. They don’t look good at all, it’s true. They’re red, blistering, and there are tiny bits of asphalt stuck to the skin. It hurts to set them down on the rough floor mats of the truck, so I carefully arrange myself cross-legged on the bench seat.
He reaches over to turn on the radio. “Maybe a little music?” he says, and before long someone’s crooning some old country song.
My burning feet are taking up much of my attention, but around the edges of that attention are the thought of the fight that Kanen and that man had, and the feel of his hands on me. I don’t want to say anything to him about the racist comments, but I know from the way he looked that he was angry, but somehow resigned to being treated that way. I can’t imagine how it must feel. I just don’t want to pry into something that’s not my business, but it occurs to me that maybe he’d like some attention as well. I reach over and tentatively put my hand on his shoulder, and leave it there for a moment. He flicks his eyes over to me and a smile flashes across his lips before he turns his attention back to the road. I feel the flash through my body. This traitor of a body. Ah well, maybe it’s my mind that has always been the traitor. My body wanted him the whole time. I brush a little hair behind his perfect ear, and he leans into my hand a bit.
“Don’t get me started, Canada,” he says. “I won’t be able to stop.”
“I’m not sure I’d want you to,” are the words that come out of my mouth. I think they surprise both of us. Almost imperceptibly he pushes down on the gas, and we’re flying down the road in this beater truck.
When we pull into Kanen’s property, I’m shocked to see that it’s the same route he took to bring me to that lake. I recognize the land, the trees, some signs. Well I suppose it makes sense. He would go to a lake often when it’s near his house. But he didn’t say a word.
He pulls into the driveway close to the path we went down, and as we drive past the ranch lands I notice the grounds closer to the house are well-manicured. There’s a landscaper working on the property. The trees are enormous, and there is a beautiful big house set in between them. We don’t stop there, though. We keep going down the driveway. A sprawling building that is modern, but has some of the old aesthetic of a log cabin opens up to us. We take a circular driveway which we take and park in front of the house. There’s a huge patio, a swimming pool, and flowers everywhere.
My mouth is agape.
“Kanen, is this your place?” I ask, looking around. “It’s amazing!”
“Yeah,” he says. “This is it. Welcome.” He’s not acting very proud, but I’ve never been somewhere so grand, yet still so down to earth.
He comes around my side of the truck and opens the door. “I bet you can’t exactly walk on those feet of yours, can you, Chastity?”
I steel my face, attempting bravery. “I can try!”
“Never you mind that,” he says, and easily scoops me up into his arms. “I’ve got you.”
He effortlessly carries me up the stairs as I wrap my arms around his neck, and the utter romance of the situation does me in. I feel so tiny in comparison to his brute strength. Thank heaven there’s such tenderness in his hands. He could crush me if he wanted to, but instead he holds me carefully, pressing me gently and firmly against him. For a moment I imagine that we’re married, and Kanen is taking me over his threshold for the first time. I shake my head to rid myself of the stupid fantasy and instead just drink in the smell of him, gorgeous and musky, manly and woody.
When we get inside the lovely foyer, I’m impressed by the shining hardwood floors and the spiral staircase, which he takes me up. Is he taking me to his bedroom?
Twenty-Two
Kanen
Chastity’s body is enticing, beautiful, and even in these sleazy waitressing clothes, appealingly, sexily innocent. As I carry her up the stairs I’m breathing heavily, and it’s not because of the climb. I could run up these stairs if I wanted to and never break a sweat. But having her so close is making me hard as a rock. I bring her to my bedroom, and lay her down on the soft white bed. Her face still has a couple of smudges of black makeup, but it only serves to make her that much more endearing.
She really didn’t know what that man meant when he called me names. “No, Kanen’s a bull rider,” I heard her say. I have to kiss her for that one. She holds her hand out to me as she looks up at me from the cloud that the duvet makes around her.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” she asks. I’m powerless to resist her charm, and I lie down beside her, my hand finding its way around her waist.
“Shouldn’t we sort out your feet?” I ask her. Her smile twists a little.
“Yes, but would you mind kissing me first?” she answers. Her eyes dart down to my lips shyly and then back up again to my eyes. “If you don’t mind?”
“Don’t mind?” I grin. “It would be my pleasure,” I say as my hand slips into her soft hair and my lips touch hers. Her mouth is unbelievably soft, and our lips join, our tongues swirl together and apart. To feel her in this way is some kind of miracle. I pull her close to me, her breasts pressing against my chest, our hips coming together. She’s moving against me, softly rubbing up against my cock which feels like it’s been hard for days, and I can’t resist pushing back against her.
“Your feet,” I say.
“They’re fine,” she answers. “They’ll be okay.” She’s practically breathless too, and she reaches around to pull my shirt over my head. I oblige, and then start to undo the buttons of the top she’s wearing, revealing a lacy pink bra.
“Damn, Chastity,” I say. “You look so beautiful.” Her body drives me crazy, makes me burn for her, and I can’t get enough of it. My hands envelop her generous breasts, and as we kiss I pinch and pull on her hard nipples, and she moans in pleasure. Her moans go directly to my cock and I’m a little lightheaded.
“Kanen,” she says softly.