Beneath Your Beauty Page 8

  All three girls gasped.

  Ha! Take that, bitches.

  “My pleasure.” Steele winked and kissed my lips.

  Then, we turned and walked away.

  Steele

  On our walk back to Kayden’s, we both detected that the car that had been at the end of the block was now gone. I shrugged my shoulders when she looked up at me. I held her hand snugly in mine while holding a pizza box in my other.

  It was a cool October night, and I enjoyed the simplicity of walking hand in hand with Kayden. It was one of those small actions that couples do, and I’d missed out on it. Then again, it wasn’t that I’d missed out on it, but I hadn’t given a fuck about it. Nevertheless, right now, I cared about it a lot.

  “We should go to the beach tomorrow,” I said, breaking the comfortable silence.

  Kayden answered, “I usually do most of my baking on Saturday and Sunday. Then, I make my deliveries on Monday morning.”

  “I can help.”

  Kayden laughed. “Okay.” She unlocked the front door.

  I smiled. “What’s so funny?” I asked as we made our way into the kitchen.

  “You baking is funny,” Kayden replied, taking the box out of my hand.

  As she placed the pizza in the fridge, I took the opportunity to come up behind her. I enclosed my arms around her waist and pressed my lips to her neck, reeling in her pumpkin scent.

  “What do you want to do?” I mumbled into her delicious neck.

  Kayden closed the fridge and relaxed back into me. I held her tightly while she laid her hands on my arms at her belly.

  Fuck, I love the way she feels in my arms.

  “I usually watch a movie after I come home from Hunter’s.”

  “Then, that’s what we’ll do.”

  Kayden went to take a shower before the movie, so I used that time to go over some emails. My agent, Fred, was not happy with me taking time off because I was his breadwinner. I ignored the nine emails and five missed calls.

  Fuck him.

  I’d made that man more money in one year than he had seen while managing five other adult entertainers in the past four years.

  I was entitled to a vacation. I’d never really taken a vacation. If I had gone away anywhere, it usually had to do with business.

  Once Kayden rounded the doorway of her bedroom, I smiled. Dressed in fuzzy black sleep pants and a pink tank top with a messy bun sitting on top of her head, she looked fuckin’ adorable.

  I can’t wait to snuggle on the couch with her.

  That was another thought that had never crossed my mind before her.

  Fuck.

  “What do you want to watch?” She opened the doors at the bottom of her entertainment center.

  I turned my phone off—again, something I had never done—as I rose from the chair and walked over to her. Crouching down beside her, I asked, “What’s your favorite movie?”

  Her cheeks took on a pink blush before she replied, “Jerry Maguire.”

  She pulled the DVD from the line of movies.

  “I’ve never seen it,” I told her.

  Her face jerked my way. “You’ve never seen Jerry Maguire?” she asked, appalled.

  “No.” I chuckled.

  Kayden sighed and stood. “Well Mr. Waters, one of the requirements to be in my life, is that you have watched Jerry Maguire at least once.”

  She put the movie into the player. I laid on the couch, and when she got close enough, I pulled her down on top of me. She settled in between me and the back of the couch.

  About three-quarters through the movie, Kayden fell asleep. Her lax body was a welcomed feeling. I peered down at Kayden’s peaceful face, and then focused on her slightly parted plump lips, remembering how they’d felt on mine. The strains of Bruce Springsteen’s voice filled the room, and I tuned my ears to the words of the song. The words shot straight to my heart. The constriction on my chest caused me to inhale deeply. A hot sensation flowed through my icy veins. A strong sense of emotions came over me. The words hit me like a sledgehammer. Tears welled up behind my eyes, and her tranquil gorgeous face became fuzzy, as I held the tears back.

  I don’t cry. I never cry.

  Then, one line in the song did me in, and a lone tear slipped from my eye, and I asked myself.

  Could she be everything I need?

  Kayden

  A warm hand ran down my bare thigh. With an arm lying underneath me, fingers trailed up and down my back. My eyes flickered open, and I was welcomed by a view of Steele’s chest. I tried to pull from my memory how I’d gotten into bed, but I had nothing. Those deep parts of my brain were still sleeping. All I could remember from last night was cuddling on the couch while watching Jerry Maguire with Steele.

  “Good morning, sweetheart,” Steele rumbled in a sleep-heavy voice.

  His hands rubbing on my back and thigh with his sexy sleep voice were a dangerous combination, a deliciously good dangerous combination, and my girlie parts were now up and ready to play.

  “Morning,” I whispered into his chest, breathing in his spicy scent. “How did I get into bed?”

  Steele brought my leg up over his hip, and he started caressing my ass. My heart began to speed up.

  “I carried you.”

  As his hand burned through the lace of my boy shorts, it hit me.

  “Where are my pajama bottoms?” I questioned.

  Steele let out a deep-throated chuckle. “Princess, when we sleep in the same bed together, you will never wear bottoms. The best I can give you is underwear, and even at some point, they will be gone, too.”

  “Oh, you think so, huh?” I teased.

  Steele rolled me to my back and settled on top of me. His face was an inch from mine as he said, “Baby, I know so.”

  He then seized my mouth in a wet deep kiss, causing my belly to bottom out. His tongue explored while his hand leisurely moved up my shirt. He cupped my bare breast and stroked his thumb across my hardened nipple. I moaned into his mouth as sparks surged down to my core from the scrumptious torture of his thumb. He sat up on his heels, pulling me with him.

  Steele swiftly hauled my top off. Then, my panties were gone, and his boxers left next. He grabbed me around the waist and moved my body until I was straddling him. He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

  “Ah,” flowed through my parted lips.

  Without shame, I started grinding on the solid, thick erection nudging at my center. Steele let my nipple go, and his mouth trailed blistering hot kisses up to my ear. He sank his teeth into my lobe, and I inhaled from the minor pain.

  “Fuck me, baby,” Steele groaned in my ear.

  That caused a rush of butterflies to invade me.

  I lifted up onto my knees. Slight nervousness plagued my mind as I hadn’t any experience with this position. Steele gripped his erection, and I gently descended onto his cock.

  “Oh…God…” I choked out as every glorious inch of Steele filled me.

  “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled before biting my neck.

  I wasn’t about to voice that I had never had sex in this position. I was extremely excited. Not to mention, the intense feeling of his impressive length in this position felt like paradise.

  He lightly kissed my lips. “You’re perfect.”

  The power of his words created all worries to fly from my mind that I wouldn’t perform adequately, and I took his mouth in a passionate fever. He grunted as I controlled the kiss. I began to rock back and forth, causing a pleasing friction between us.

  Releasing his mouth, I latched my arms around his broad shoulders as I moaned and threw my head back. Steele’s hands on my back gradually caressed down to my hips. His fingers dug in as he lifted me, and then roughly slammed his hips up into me.

  “Yes…oh God, yes…” I cried.

  My body became warm and tingly. The rhythm of me sinking down and Steele thrusting up triggered my orgasm to rapidly float to the top.

  Steele grunted, “Fuck ye
ah, baby, come on me.”

  With my nipples grazing his chest with every movement, my nails burrowed into his shoulders when my orgasm surfaced.

  “Steele!” I shouted as it hit me with the strength of a rocket.

  He strongly enclosed his arms around my waist and sealed me down on him as he released intensely inside me. “My fuckin’ pussy,” he breathed heavily into my ear.

  I could unquestionably get used to waking up to this every morning.

  After a light breakfast and shower, Steele went with Hunter to the gym. I could have taken the time to process what exactly had been going on for the past few days, but I didn’t. The way Steele had kissed me and looked into my eyes before he walked out the door had its own process-later folder. He’d viewed me as if he had never seen a woman before, which was funny since he looked at women—naked women—all the time.

  What makes me so different?

  With him being gone for a while and me being a complete wimp, I took the time to call the boys. I sat on the back patio with my laptop on the table and a coffee in my hand.

  “Hey, Mom,” Jeff said when his face came onto the screen.

  “Hi, honey. How are you doing?”

  Jeff’s head disappeared, and his voice sounded muffled and distant as he said, “Good. Just getting ready to meet the guys at the gym.” He reappeared with sneakers in hand.

  “What is it, national gym day?” I muttered.

  “What?”

  “Oh, nothing, honey. Is Dalton around?”

  Jeff’s head disappeared again. “No, he crashed at Mike’s last night.”

  I exhaled, “Oh, okay.”

  Jeff came into view. “You good?”

  “Yeah.” I hesitated. “You know I love you two very much, and I would do anything to protect you boys, right?”

  Jeff tilted his head and scrunched his brows. “I never had any doubt of that. What’s going on?”

  I wanted so desperately to blurt out what I had done. The guilt resting on me was more than I could handle. All I kept telling myself was that I had done it to protect my boys.

  “Nothing’s going on. I just wanted to make sure you knew that, that’s all,” I said with a forced cheerful voice.

  “Mom?”

  “Yeah?”

  Jeff grinned. “You PMSing?”

  I threw my head back and laughed. When I was able to get a hold of myself, I said, “No, I’m not.” I smiled. “You go. Call when you get a chance.”

  “It’s after ten. Aren’t you usually baking by now?” Jeff asked curiously.

  I wavered. “Um…” Then, I dug around for a reasonable answer. “I stayed a little longer than usual at Hunter’s last night, and slept in.”

  “Oh…” By the tone in his voice, I knew he didn’t believe me.

  Shit.

  Steele

  My earbuds were blaring heavy rock music in my ears while my feet pounded on the belt of the treadmill. Waking up with Kayden in my arms this morning had felt fuckin’ amazing. Add the fact that I had been balls-deep in her sweet pussy before my feet could even hit the floor made for a goddamn fuckin’ phenomenal day. If we didn’t have the Marco shit over our heads, I could say pretty much everything right now was damn near perfect.

  I slowed down the treadmill when I noticed Hunter talking to Jake.

  Fuckin’ wonderful.

  I was wiping my face with a towel when I felt a hand land on my arm. I turned to see a woman outfitted in skintight spandex with perfect makeup and hair. A snicker rose from my chest as I pulled the bud from my ear.

  “Yes?” I asked.

  She motioned to the treadmill I’d just vacated. “You done?”

  I looked over my shoulder at four empty treadmills. Cocking a brow, I asked, “What’s wrong with those?”

  Spandex giggled. “Nothing, I just wanted a closer look,””—she winked at me—“are you free now to get a drink?”

  These were the women who completely fuckin’ cracked me up. They would have the perfect getup, hair, and makeup just to work out. I didn’t know who they were kidding. They were just here for a cock show—or in Spandex’s case, cock.

  I could feel Hunter’s heated eyes piercing into my back while I answered, “I don’t think so, dear. I have a girlfriend.”

  “I won’t tell,” she whispered suggestively.

  I started walking backward as I replied, “Yeah, well, I’m extremely happy with my girl.” I turned and glanced at Hunter, and gave him a chin lift before I walked into the locker room.

  “You really do like Kayden, don’t you?” Hunter asked as he maneuvered the truck out of the parking lot.

  “I do.”

  Hunter gave me a sideways stare and returned his eyes back to the road. “Be gentle with her. She’s been through a lot.”

  My guard came up as I answered, “I never planned on handling her any other way.”

  “And if you hurt her, I’ll kill you,” he warned.

  I snickered. “Hmm…a cop threatening me.”

  “You know what I’m saying,” Hunter grated out.

  “I do, but I don’t appreciate you threatening me either. I’m not some asshole, Hunter. I know what I want, and I always take care of what’s mine.”

  Hunter didn’t say anything. He just nodded and watched the road in front of us. Awkward silence filled the cab of the truck. My concentration pictured Kayden’s face and the look that had washed over her flawless features as she rode the shit out of my cock this morning.

  Breathtaking.

  Her cunt gripping my cock when she’d come was like nothing I’d ever felt before. And after being in the porn business for ten years now, that said a lot. The only anxiety that I currently held was how she’d fit into my life back home. Yeah, we had to still deal with Marco, but he was nothing compared to bringing Kayden into my surroundings. At first, it wasn’t something I’d thought of, but after last night, it had been tormenting my thoughts. I’d never had to think about someone else, and now, she was all I thought about.

  Hunter’s voice broke through my confused thoughts. “You okay?”

  “Yeah. I just want to get back to Kayden’s.”

  He laughed. “I was just going to ask you if you wanted to grab a bite to eat, but I guess I just got my answer.”

  Once I opened the front door to Kayden’s house, the aroma hit me. The amazing smell of cinnamon, apple, and something else I couldn’t place permeated the air. The sound of a mixer going full speed came from the kitchen.

  I turned the corner to find Kayden focused on the bowl in front of her. Her hips were swaying to the beat of what must be coming from the headphones covering her ears. I rested on the doorframe and watched the gorgeous woman dressed in a long green halter dress with her hair up in a ponytail bouncing from one foot to another. A devious grin formed on my lips while I wondered if she had on any panties. It would be so easy to haul her up onto the counter and drive my tongue so far up her pussy that she would feel it in her throat.

  Fuck- now I’m hard.

  While that thought bounced around in my head, Kayden’s head slowly turned, and her eyes locked with mine. She didn’t even flinch. I stalked over to her. Coming up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed her bare shoulder, reeling in the sweet smell of her skin. Her body relaxed into mine as I nibbled her neck. I ground my hard cock into her ass. She let out an exhale and turned off the mixer.

  Kayden lifted the headphones from her ears and placed them on the counter. “Hi,” she said in a husky voice.

  “Hi,” I spoke softly into her neck.

  My hands came up to cover her concealed breasts. I massaged her gently, feeling her nipples harden under my palms. She let out a sigh, and then my fuckin’ phone rang.

  Fuck.

  Kayden

  Steele moved away from behind me, and I automatically missed the heat of him on my back. I watched him step over to his gym bag and retrieve his phone. It was just a simple move, and he looked absolutely sexy doing
it.

  He tapped the screen and said, “Hey,” before walking out onto the patio.

  I immediately went back to my task.

  After the apple pies were placed in the oven, I poured two glasses of iced tea and made my way with them to the opened French doors.

  I stopped in my tracks when I heard Steele say, “One hundred grand.”

  Anger quickly flowed through my body as he spoke on the phone to God-knows-who about my private situation.

  I was about to walk away when I caught him firmly demand, “Sell the house.”

  The sweating glasses almost slipped out of my hands. Turning to place them on the table, my steps wavered when his voice nonchalantly told the person on the other end of the phone call, “I plan to move to Florida as soon as possible anyway.”

  No, no, no…

  Kayden

  With the trays of cookies nicely situated inside the trunk, I slammed the lid with the strength of my anger brewing inside me. Steele turned to me with his arms out.

  I sarcastically snorted at him. “I don’t think so, pal.”

  “It’s been almost twenty-four fuckin’ hours since you spoke to me.” He shot back with a slight huff.

  Turning on my heel, I flip-flopped my way to the driver’s side. “Get used to it,” I spat out before slipping into the seat and driving away.

  After overhearing Steele’s phone conversation yesterday, I’d gotten angry. Okay, angry might be putting it lightly. I had gone all-out ballistic on him. I’d assertively expressed that he had no place discussing my personal business with anyone. That was when he’d calmly informed me that he never said anything to his lawyer about why he needed a hundred grand. I probably should have apologized, but I’d taken my livid state to the next issue—him selling his house, plus paying both our debts off. Fifty grand was a hell of a lot of dough.

  Although I didn’t have it, there was no way I’d let him pay my part. I’d rob a bank if I had to before I took a handout. Maybe I wouldn’t rob a bank, but then again, I had done a porn scene. Who knew what I was capable of?