Kayden: The Past Page 9

  She rubbed herself on my leg, grinding on me, as her leg rubbed my cock. All willpower I had of avoiding being with Danielle, wanting her, had evaporated. She smelled too good and felt amazing in my arms – I couldn’t resist her any long. She turned in my arms and rubbed her ass against me moving with the music. She threw her head back and placed it on my shoulder as I held her waist, and we moved together to the music. Dancing with Danielle was the most erotic moment I’ve had on the dance floor and with clothes still on my body. She turned her face and ran her tongue along my jaw. I turned mine and captured her tongue in my mouth. I ran my hands up the side of her shirt brushing the underside of her breasts with my thumbs. I nuzzled my face into her hair and let our bodies move together as one.

  We lost track of time as the songs changed, and we touched, danced, and kissed on the dance floor. She cupped her hand and motioned she wanted a drink.

  We ordered a drink right before the two o’clock stop time. It would be water the rest of the night if we stuck around. “Now what, Danielle?”

  “I drink my drink.”

  “Smartass, I meant us. Where do we go from here?”

  “I’d say we need to get to know each other, Kayden. I know you’re an amazing dancer, a great kisser, and fucked me better than anyone else in my life. I want to know you, Kayden. Who are you?”

  “If you figure out the answer to that question, please let me know.” I laughed, what was there to say? I’m not a normal guy, but I didn’t think any of her past boyfriends fit the average scale. “Can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night?”

  “I work tomorrow night, but I’m off on Monday.”

  Fuck. Her job would be an issue with me if we became a couple. I didn’t like the idea of another man looking, let alone possibly touching what’s mine. I swallowed hard and put the thought out of my mind. “Monday then, I’ll pick you up at seven.”

  “It’s a date.”

  We stayed the rest of the night at the club dancing and talking. We found an empty hammock close to closing and laid together to watch the sunrise over the city. It was amazing. The glass windows all illuminated in shades of red, orange, and yellow. I’d never watched the sunrise with someone, spent a night awake dancing and talking, and a night with a woman without sex.

  “Sleep well, Danielle,” I said. I kissed her goodnight, and I longed to be with her, but we needed to wait, at least until our first date. She wrapped her arms around my body and held herself to me.

  “Kayden, can I ask a favor?” She looked up searching my eyes praying for something.

  “Anything.”

  “Will you come home with me and hold me until I fall asleep?” She blinked slowly, and her face looked heavy with worry.

  An internal warmth emanated throughout my body and the corners of my mouth rose almost touching my eyes. “I’d love to. Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure. It’s been ages since I’ve just been held by a man.” She planted her face in my shirt and wrapped her arms tighter around my torso. “I’m not looking for sex. I just want to be wrapped in your arms. I want to sleep peacefully.”

  I kissed the top of her head. “Let’s go. I’ll follow you home. No sex. I’d love to just hold you.” Some of that statement wasn’t true, but I could keep my cock inside my pants for one night. I wouldn’t allow myself to come on to her and fuck her if that wasn’t what she wanted.

  She lived in an apartment above a store in an up and coming neighborhood of Cleveland. It wasn’t safe like the suburbs or the area that I lived in, but it wasn’t crime ridden. We parked on the street, and she walked to my car and waited for me to get out. When I looked at her face, she looked relieved. I followed her up to her tiny one bedroom flat. The front door looked like it had been painted dozens of time and the paint was chipping off. I knew she could afford more than the rent in this place had to cost.

  The apartment smelled of flowers, and the scent was so strong it hit me as soon as I entered the space. It was a girl’s place, and there was no mistaking that fact. Everything was a shade of pink with sprinkles of black throughout. She grabbed my hands as I looked around the room immersing myself in all things Danielle.

  “This way.” I would’ve found it without her taking my hand; the place only had two doors, but I could’ve easily spent an hour just trying to figure her out by things she surrounded herself with and gotten lost.

  She went in the bathroom and came out in a long night shirt with a bunny on it. Not the sleep time attire I’d think a stripper would wear. It looked too childlike and didn’t fit the sexy image I had in my head. She crawled under the covers and held them out for me. I took my clothes off and thankfully, maybe for the first time in my life, I had a pair of boxers on, because a naked me with Danielle in the bed would’ve been a bad combination, not that a tiny scrap of cloth would stop me. I lay down on my back and let her situate her body against mine before wrapping my arms around her. For the first time in months, I’d fall asleep with the scent and warmth of a woman. I’d missed it more than I realized and having her in my arms made my heart ache for the love of a woman.

  We found that we had a lot in common, but the worst were alcohol and drugs. She was a user, but I wouldn’t classify her as an addict. I knew it was a bad idea; my addictions could spin out of control and I could fall deeper into the world I had already stepped foot inside. I ignored my conscious and listened to the little devil on my shoulder telling me all the reasons I should be with Danielle. I was blinded by her beauty, mesmerized by her body, and infatuated with the woman.

  Lost & Found ~ Danielle

  Ron and I talked before Danielle and I officially became an item – I needed his blessing, the okay from an old friend. She meant nothing to him. He had his choice of any girl out there; he was successful, good looking, and a catch. Danielle was just a fuck toy for him. She was his arm candy for events, but he had no real use for her and didn’t see a future for them. I took his blessing and grabbed the reigns making Danielle mine.

  Danielle rescued me from my loneliness. We didn’t get to see each other much, but the time we did spend together meant everything to me, but I never did get passed the issue of her being a stripper. We talked about moving in together, and I felt it was right, but my only hang-up was her line of work.

  I learned everything I could about Danielle. She came from a broken home, and her mom was on her second marriage, much like my mother although I had my father for most of my life. She started to dance to save money for college but never found the time or motivation to go after she started making the big money and becoming immersed in the adult industry. She’d never been engaged and had a couple boyfriends through the years. She was like me – a troubled home drove her to addiction at an early age. We were a matched set of fucked up reality.

  “D, I want to live with you, too, but I need you to do something for me first.” We sat on the couch facing each other talking about the pros and cons of getting rid of one of our places. We spent all of our time off together, and it seemed a waste of money.

  “What, sweetheart?” She fidgeted with her hands and looked at her fingers.

  I touched her chin and moved her face upwards; I needed to look into her eyes. “I need you to stop stripping. I can’t stand other men looking at you and seeing you naked.”

  “I make such good money, though.”

  “Baby, we’ll be living together. I make great money. Isn’t there something else you can do? I’m too jealous of a person to have you continue. It’s been killing me.”

  “I know how to make drinks. I guess I could bartend or something.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just used to the cash I get dancing.”

  “You aren’t a dancer. Guys don’t come there to see your moves; they come there to see your tits and ass. It’s my tits and ass now, and I won’t have you naked in front of strangers. I can’t, or we’ll never make it.”

  “Okay, Kayden. I’ll put my notice in and look for a bartending job. Anything to be with yo
u. I didn’t think I’d be ‘dancing’ this long. The money made it too hard to quit, but for you… I will.” I smiled at her last two words.

  I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. Every night that she worked, I’d do anything to keep myself busy and not think of her naked on the stage. I usually turned to the bottle, although her working at a bar wasn’t the best solution either, but at least her clothes would stay on. I grabbed her face and kissed her passionately. She’d made me happy with the knowledge – soon a major stress in our relationship would be over.

  “It means the world to me, sweetheart. Your place or mine?” I didn’t want to live at her place. It was cute but cramped and all chick.

  “Yours is bigger, and I can break my lease anytime. I don’t have much stuff to pack up, and it would just be easier. I hate this neighborhood, too.”

  “I won’t argue with you on all those points. I’ll help you pack when you’re ready.” I stroked her cheek and felt at peace, but I was still anxious to take this step. Bridget had ruined me to totally trusting a woman. She stabbed me in the heart at the last moment, but I should have known better, I wasn’t on her economic rung of the ladder.

  “I can start packing this week and maybe move in on the weekend?” She raised her eyebrows waiting for my seal of approval.

  “I’ll come help, too. You can’t do it all on your own, babe.”

  The next weekend Danielle incorporated all of her pink knick knacks and pillows with my mostly brown interior. My sports memorabilia was quickly overtaken by her love of stuffed animals, something called Beanie Babies. They looked useless to me but who am I to judge. My apartment was a shrine to Cleveland sports, and they hadn’t won a damn thing since before I was born.

  Danielle gave her boss a notice the day after we decided to move in together. She found a job at a hip new bar down the street and would be able to walk to work, and it allowed me to be close enough to keep an eye on her – more for her safety than my sanity.

  I received a promotion at work too; I was now the assistant store manager. The company that I worked for knew of my sales skills at my old job, and I hadn’t disappointed since my hiring. I was being groomed for the manager position and would replace someone in another location when an opening became available. I had skills when it came to selling people on an item and I could always up-sell them and spend more than they had planned. Everything seemed to be going my way. A beautiful woman in my bed each night, a salaried job with bonuses, and life seemed to be looking up for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.

  We never talked about marriage in the months following her moving in. I wanted to take the relationship as slow possible, but the universe had other plans; grander ones that were out of our control.

  “Kayden, I’m late,” she said walking out of the bathroom in her sexy teddy and rubbing lotion into her skin.

  “For what?” I looked at her confused by the statement.

  “Dumbass, my period.” My stomach instantly flipped over as I sat against the headboard staring at her in disbelief.

  “You’re pregnant?” I was dumbfounded, and the dumbass label totally fit me in the moment. My mind started to race with the thought of a baby and how it would change our lives and eventually our relationship.

  “I don’t know. I just know I was supposed to get my period days ago, and it never happened. I’ve always been regular and never missed a period before.” She crawled under the covers and faced me with her head lying on her pillow.

  I probably looked like an idiot with a million emotions crossing my face at once – happiness, shock, amazement, and fear. Fear was the winning emotion at that moment. I know she was looking at me waiting for my excitement, but I didn’t think we were ready to be parents. We both drank regularly and used drugs. I quit using coke on a regular basis, and we both smoked weed almost nightly to help us sleep. Sleep was something that was never easy for me to do, but the relaxation marijuana brought me helped me enter a peaceful slumber. It wasn’t the way I thought I’d bring a child into this world.

  “Wow. I don’t know what else to say. What now?” I asked.

  “I’ll make a doctor’s appointment and see if there is something else wrong. Let’s not get too worried until I hear what they have to say.” She rubbed my stomach trying to offer me reassurance, but I knew Danielle; I knew she had to be a nervous wreck at the idea of a baby. She didn’t have a job that offered maternity leave, and she worked on her feet all day. It wasn’t the best job to have with a belly and body aches.

  “Okay. Either way, I’m here for you. I love you, Danielle.” I kissed her lips and pulled her into my arms.

  “I love you, too, Kayden.”

  I held her in my arms that night and barely slept a wink. I stared at the ceiling for the entire night. I can tell you every spot and shape on that colorless surface. Were we ready to be parents? Could we be good parents? I didn’t want to bring a child into a relationship without being husband and wife. It’s one thing I’m old-fashioned about. I believed a child should be born in wedlock. I can understand why it happens, but we didn’t have anything from stopping us.

  The doctor confirmed her suspicions the next day. We were going to be parents in a little over seven months. I thought about nothing else all day and came to terms with any fear that I had. We’d make the best out of the situation and show the baby all the love in the world. I always wanted children, but I thought they would be planned. “I know this isn’t romantic, but will you marry me? I love you, Danielle, and I want our child to be born into a family. Will you be mine?”

  Tears formed in her eyes and the corners of her lips crept up her face, causing her eyes to form little slits allowing the drops to cascade down her face. “Oh, Kayden. I’d love to marry you, and I’ll be yours always.”

  I kissed her lips filled with all the love that I felt and joy to make her mine with a bundle of joy on the way. “Do you want a big wedding?” I prayed she said no. We had money saved up, but I felt that we’d need that for when the baby arrived. We couldn’t live in this tiny apartment forever.

  “No, I rather just elope or something. Just us. I don’t have a big family, and I stopped talking to my mom about the time I started dancing. I don’t give a fuck about anyone, and we need to save our money, Kayden.”

  “I’ll do anything you want.” I meant those words. “The sooner the better.” I wasn’t going to drag out the engagement and allow this relationship to fall apart. I learned my lessons usually the first time and try to never repeat the mistake again.

  “I don’t see a reason to wait. I can’t believe I’m going to be Mrs. Kayden Michaels.” She seemed proud when saying our names mingled together.

  “You’ll be mine. How about a honeymoon?” I asked. We could both use a little time off and get away from the real world for a while.

  “I’ve always wanted to go to the Poconos, is that okay?”

  “Anything you want. I’ll make the reservations.”

  Within two weeks, we were standing in front of the justice of the peace saying our vows. Getting married at the courthouse isn’t the large drawn out production that I’d been accustomed to attending. It took under five minutes for him to go through the lines and for us to repeat them, sealing the deal and officially making us husband and wife. We were legally bound together. It was a shotgun wedding, but the impending birth of our child made me take the leap that I’d avoided with Bridget and for that I’m grateful.

  “What are you doing?” Danielle screeched as I scooped her up into my arms.

  “Carrying you over the threshold.” I didn’t think of myself as a romantic, but I know it’s a custom. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I opened the front door, and she kissed my cheeks as I carried her into the apartment.

  “We have a couple of hours before we leave for Pennsylvania. What do you want to do?” I only had one thing on my mind. I wanted to make love to my wife. I wanted to consummate the relationship.

  “I’m going to consum
e you, ravish you, and make you sore.” Her head fell back, and her body went limp.

  “You know just the right thing to say to me to make my entire body quiver at the thought.” I made slow passionate love to her. I did it face to face at an excruciating slow pace. I savored every inch of her body and stayed nestled inside her for over an hour.

  We were spending the following three days shacked up in a beautiful room in the Poconos. When I was a kid, it was the hip and trendy place to go for a romantic weekend. I remember hearing the adults talking about their weekend escapes. The room had a large champagne glass that doubled as a hot tub and a heart shaped bed with mirrors on the ceiling. It wouldn’t have been my first choice, but it’s what Danielle wanted.

  Getting away from our real life, even if for a short time, was such a stress reliever. The pressure at work had increased and getting the days off had been difficult, but I didn’t really give them an option. A weekend in bed with Danielle is exactly what I needed.

  I had this intense need to claim every inch of her body. How to broach the topic with her? She was on top of me kissing my lips and grinding her pussy against my cock. I pushed her away a bit wanting to see her face when I brought up the topic. “I want to claim all of you. I want to know I’ve laid my seed in every available part of your body.” All the blood drained from her face.

  “Oh, I don’t know, Kayden.” She started to move off of me, but I held her on top of me, keeping her close.

  “I promise I won’t hurt you, babe.” I would do everything in power for it to be pleasurable for her. “I’ll go slow and be gentle.” She gnawed on her lips and stared at me with puppy dog eyes. “Have I ever hurt you?”