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Even though it had been nearly a week since the news blared about the death of the Commander, his body found three towns over. In his suit, which was the kicker. He was wearing tan slacks and a light blue polo shirt that day. Warren had called me, he knew that we knew what he and the boys had done. But by the end of the conversation everything was fine, Commander had gone down the wrong path and this was the sad fact of what happened to these people, death or prison.
Will could be heard screaming with his mood turning foul. Mother had them over for dinner many times after the news broke, Josie could be seen smiling and in a much better mood. Will was worse than ever, but life was getting back to normal, or as normal as it could be.
It was a four day weekend so we drew straws to see who was cooking, I was the hostess this year. So, I was going to ask Warren if we could hold it in his large unused family dining room. I was in my room with a nice sheet of paper, it was not even September 25th, but this would take planning.
I was writing a detailed list of the foods and supplies I would need for a feast this large. Brute and Casey have moved in so a guest house was being built on the vast estate.
Magenta and Layla offered to help me with everything, well everything but cook. I knew I was heading to Warren's it was after school on Friday, mother was going to be home, but I was spending the day with him Saturday.
"I am heading to the Mall with Magenta, mom is coming," it was Layla, I knew she was asking me to come.
I answered, "I will see you later, heading to Warren's in a little. Plus, I am planning Thanksgiving," she rolled her eyes before laughing.
"I am sure with you cooking it will be the best we have had; the pie's alone will be to die for." She smiled making me smile.
"Thank you, it will be," I dropped my head back down, thinking of the best pies to make. Pumpkin was number one, a pumpkin cheesecake, a triple berry custard, chocolate cream, and last could be a nice simple peach cobbler. My hand moving as the house was silent, my music the only thing making noise, it was a little creepy.
So, I dropped my pen an hour later and picked clothes to wear, it was getting chilly and I rather not get sick. Dark blue jeans and a blue sweater with the words "If he loves me, he'll let me sleep" scribbled in white, last was blue canvas espadrille, I didn't need to look fancy for him as I grabbed my cell and Jack skeleton tote bag. It was a long walk, but it didn't bother me as the sun was shining the smells of fall hitting my nose. Pumpkin, spices, and fallen leaf's.
Warren told me all about Hazard, where he grew up all the trouble he faced and got into. I found out Casey's real father was a singer, but Casey didn't want to leave Elva and school to live with him, guess he was awesome. It was his step father and mother who are the issue. I have been able to grow closer to Warren as he has opened up to me, maybe in fear he will lose me. I was madly in love with him, the real him not the illusion he gives off, not what people think of him either.
He was what I wanted in a man, we could walk down by the river and say nothing or we could talk and joke, it worked for us. I was tired but his estate was close as I punched in the numbers, I had to wait until he let me in, he wasn't expecting me either. But the sound of the gate opening and then the front door swung open with force, as Warren walked out, but he was smiling.
"Hello, Warren," I couldn't tell who hugged who first, but my head was pressed into his chest, the smell of his cologne and peppermint made me relax.
He answered, "I dropped you at home three hours ago," he said his hand in mine as we walked into his house together, the door locking along with the low beeps, and hum of his alarm turning back on.
"So, I wanted to see you," like it was nothing but to him it meant the world, you could see it written on his face, as he pulled me down on the sofa.
My body covered his with my head on his chest as his slow deep breathing made me want to fall asleep as he watched a documentary about Hitler, he loved History, we could talk for hours about it, he could put professors out of jobs with his vast knowledge. "Hitler, was a man, a monster, but still a man, he held hands with children. Flirted with his future wife," he spoke low as my eyes drifted open.
"He killed 8,861,800 million Jewish people that is a very horrid 67%. Let us not forget, he killed non-Jews too, Homosexual's, disabled people. Not to even mention, which I will, the experiments he allowed on children, twins though." I answered Warren.
Warren retorted, "I said he was a monster," like that was enough.
I grumbled in turn Warren laughed "I am hungry, let me up to cook," but he just rolled from the sofa, we landed on the floor my body landing without pain as his body pressed into mine.
I wiggled my hand free, letting it trace his face he just leaned into my touch "I will help," he smiled helping me up from the floor.
Something simple, so it was Tacos, he had two roasted chickens in the fridge as I started to pull the cooked seasoned meat off dropping it into the pan as it was on a low flame, Warren was shredding cheese. The smell of cooked chicken filled his house, as he moved to lettuce and tomatoes. I cooked the corn tortillas in oil before leaving them to dry on the wire rack over the sink. I had Richard Marx's playing as he sang along, so badass.
We sit together, I with my apple juice and him with his beer, it was imported. Dinner was silent, until Brute and Casey walked in, both sat and ate with us. Warren and the boys talking to each other as I ate, they smelled gross.
I cleaned after dinner as Warren went to the shed with them, to check out some paint. I soon walked out checking on them, wrong place wrong time was all I could think of. Warren grabbed me but it was too late now he and I are covered in something, it was sticky as I screamed.
"WHAT IS THIS SHIT," I screamed running from the shed, it was starting to burn a little as Warren just picked me up, I was on my feet once we reached the porch.
"Boys clean that mess," he yelled as he nearly ripped my jeans and top off, my shoes in the house. I was air born yet again, the burning getting worse.
"It burn's," I nearly cried.
"I am so sorry, it is a chemical sealant. I got you, just hold on," his voice deep and anguished as a door was opened and closed, with gentle hands he put me on the tile floor as he started the shower. I stood in pain, taking my bra and panties off, ready to jump in, Warren turned his eyes bulged looking at my naked body as I shoved him from my way getting in, he soon joined me equally naked.
I was scrubbing the stuff from my body when he took over "None got in to your hair, but best to wash it anyways, just in case." He was right so I scrubbed my shampoo into my hair, he washed my back in slow soft strokes. The burn eased off as I turned rinsing the shampoo from my hair before I helped him, he was covered as well. So, when all was said and done, we are clean and naked.
Warren was the first to make a move, his lips pressed against mine as I wrapped my arms around him. It was a new feeling, kiss while unclothed, his body was hard, packed with muscle mine was soft and squishy. Before I knew it, he had me pressed into the shower wall, the steam coming in large waves as his own body temperature rose to high levels. His kiss was demanding but I was up to the task, new feelings came, I wanted him and by the growing hardness pressing against me.
"I…wa…" but I stopped, too scared to say anything to him, if he rejected me I would be done for.
His lips moving down to my neck as he reached over turning the water off, I wrapped a towel around me and he pulled on a shirt and boxers, with a pair of pants. I walked out swaying my hips, I sat on his bed. I would need to dry off before I got redressed in clothes I left here. He walked out and locked all three locks on our door. Suddenly I became very nervous, I wanted it but I was scared, I may not be good enough. I am a virgin and he has been around the block if you know what I mean.
He looked down at me, and a low rumbling sound started in his chest. Working up to the back of his throat, my legs turned to jelly with the look he was giving me, my throat tight and heart pounding. Slowly he bent down over me; he lifted his hand and pulled off my towel leaving me exposed. His hand came down on my exposed breast, large and round, soft with large, tight pink nipples. He filled his palm with me, to discover a new warm, velvety texture of my flesh…then just as slowly his hand drifted down ward, smoothing over the sleek delta of my stomach and the slope of my lower abdomen, his fingers at last sliding into the dark curls of my women hood. I sat there, shaking wildly and unable to move, paralyzed by the hot river of pleasure that followed his questioning touch. One finger made a bolder foray, my body jerked wildly, I whimpered as he touched me, his finger was trying to enter me, I was wet, he kept pushing a little too hard till his finger was in. I jerked and cried out, I felt the intrusion and was scared. He moved it around and in and then pulled it out, I was gasping.
He lifted his gaze, "I love you Kennedy." he said in a deep husky voice.
"I love you too Warren," I said panting.
"You're mine forever." he said.
Then he started. He was cupping the soft female mound, then his hand drifted to my breast, he latched his mouth around my nipple licking and sucking, he nibbled hard before he moved to my other breast and repeated his ministrations.
My eyes were half closed, glazed with desire; my lips were moist and parted, my breath coming in and out in a rush and gasps. And a look of sweet carnality exploded the slim hold he still had on himself. With a wild, deep sound, he tore off his shirt, and then he jerked his pants until they lay on the floor, along with my towel.
He was on top of my smaller body, his hands bracing me for him. He kissed me, with lust and passion; he lowered himself into me, with a rocking motion trying to fit in. My body arched and I screamed into his mouth, in pain and shock. He held me down with his body, my walls gave way and he slid in until my velvet walls in cased him, but he wasn't fully in yet. With all his will power he was able to hold still so I could adjust, I cried out, his mouth was on my neck. There was a pinching discomfort, with a jolt to my senses.
He… Was… oh….
"Take it all." he groaned, demanded, pleaded. He hung over me his face beaded with sweat, his expression at once tortured and ecstatic.
"All of me. Please." his voice was horse with need.
"Let yourself relax-yes. Like that. More. Please. Kennedy, Love! You're mine, you're mine, you're mine..."
The raw primitive chant washed over me, I continually cried out, as he kept moving in and out with hard, deep, thrusts. As he made my body take in his fully.
Powerfully, our bodies moved together. The intensity was unbearable. He had rolled his hips into me, with a heavy surge, and it was abruptly too much for me to handle, making me writhe and shake beneath him, my senses shattered in a mind-blowing climax.
I cried out "War - Warre - WARREN." I raked my nails down his back hard I could feel the wet blood, as I cried and shook around him.
I was in a bubble of shimmering pleasure and intense heat.
Smoke was coming off Warren, I saw through my heavy-lidded eyes. I felt his heavy pounding of his hard thrusts; he was driving himself with rough force into me. I moaned and wrapped my legs around him clinging to him. Then he started to shake and tremble heaving of his body in my arms. His horse wild cries filled my ears, and then came rough moans as he reached his release. He thrusted frantically in me, I felt hot liquid being spurted in me. He became silent, and still. His muscled body relaxed, and his heavy weight bore down on me, but I cradled him gently, my hands in his long hair.
He levered himself onto his right elbow, he looked down at me as I was pressed into his chest. His beautiful dark eyes were darker with concern and lust for me. After he had taken me with all the care and finesse of a bull in rut! But love was in his eyes, love so pure, it was shining in his eyes. It shattered a wall, in my mind and soul, leaving me vulnerable in a way I have never been before.
Later that night, Warren drove me home, walking me to my door my body so sore as he held me close "I love you, Keni," his lips pressed into my head, this night has been the very best.
"I love you too." I smiled as he cuddled closer.
"I don't want to leave, I want you in my bed," he whispered as my mother opened the door.
"Hey there buddy, can I have her back now?" mom asked as Warren chuckled.
"If I have too, but I rather he be at my place. You all should move in," but mother laughed like it was the best joke she has heard.
"I have her for another year and few months, drive safe Warren," we kissed one more time before he had to leave.
We text until one in the morning when I try and sleep, my body sore but in a very good way.
I woke, in a cold sweat, my eyes flying to the clock 4:30am.
"I was waiting for you to wake up," I knew that voice, it was Will, I was fast jumping from my bed...running…