Author's Note

It's good to see that some of you stuck around so long. Thank you for all the notes and reviews. I hope my sequel doesn't disappoint. Make sure to let me know your views and opinions because I love hearing from y'all. The weather here is turning colder, and in case yours is too, then hopefully this will warm you up a bit.

P.S. The English translation for the line in French is "Make me scream for you, my love."

:Wink:

M-

Chapter 2: Welcome Home

Abby smirked when she heard Kings screeching wheels peel into the driveway less than 15 minutes later. He must've been flying…Abby smirked and closed her eyes, ready for the fun to begin. His voice filled the air ominously.

"Abby!"

She relaxed her features and began thrashing languidly, tangled in the sheets as she moaned Vincent's name over and over in a whisper. She could hear the angry stomp of boots brooding up the stairs and halt themselves at her doorway. The door was opened a crack and Abby could feel his eyes burning down her body accusingly.

King stood frozen as he watched Whistler's back arch and her head loll around. Her lips were deliciously full and parted invitingly. But what came from them angered King in ways he couldn't explain.

"Mmm Vincent…right there."

He heard her breathy laughter float up from her throat and her hands brush softly down her neck. This caused King to clench his fists tightly. He'd never heard her laugh like that before. King's airway constricted when she giggled and said Vincent's name in a chastising and teasing tone. He had had enough; walking over to the edge of the bed he stared at her intensely hoping that it was enough to pry her from her dream. Abigail Whistler, wake your ass up now before I pounce on you! Abby, on the other hand, could imagine the very expression he was wearing right now. His brows would be knitted together, lips drawn in a thin line, muscles tensed, and knuckles white. He's like a rubber band ready to snap. He bent over and she could feel his warm breathe swirling around her ear. The smell of cinnamon and sandalwood overwhelmed her senses. His whisper gave her goosebumps. She felt his fingertips graze down her arm.

"Abigail…"

King saw the corner of her mouth rise slightly and she sighed while rolling over to face him.

"Mr. Perez, you're very charming…"

King just growled in frustration. That is until he felt Abby's small hand crawl its way up his stomach. As a reflex, he stilled his actions before she began to pull him down to her level and gave him a sensual kiss. He noticed that in her sleep her kisses were very taunting, long, and slow. King fully responded and grabbed her wrist, anchoring her to the bed. He wanted so badly make her forget that fantasy that was filling her head an td come back to him. She kept mumbling Vincent's name against his lips that he kept kissing them to silence her. Abby slipped one hand free from his clutch and ran it across the waistline of his pants. He groaned in reply. His body began reacting against his will. If she was mentally with another man, King didn't want to be aroused, but he was losing that battle terribly because Abby was there using his body as if it belonged to her other lover. King made one more plea with her in a strangling voice.

"Abby, please wake up…"

Her body pressed up against him causing him to bite his lip against cursing. Abby's lips were on his ear when she began chuckling seductively. Then Abby began speaking in French, something King had never heard her do before.

"Faire me crier pour vous mon amour."

He hadn't a fucking clue what that meant but it was the sexiest thing she could've said in that moment. A small gasp escaped him as she nipped his earlobe.

"Gotcha…"

King froze. That was Abby's normal voice…He watched her as she lay back down beneath him, her eyes wide and sparkling with laughter. She bit her lips and couldn't suppress the giggle that came out of her. It took King a minute to register that she hadn't been asleep. Abby was playing with him the entire time.

"You…"

Abby's giggles got louder.

"Fucking…"

Her smile got bigger.

"Bitch!"

She laughed and stuck out her bottom lip in a pouting manner. King leaned over and attacker her mouth with his own. His kisses inched down her neck and he whispered.

"You are such a Goddamn tease."

Abby scraped her nails up his back and he shuddered.

"Woman, you're going to kill me."

King leaned up and Abby finally got to look at him for the first time. She saw just how battered he had been from earlier that day and gave a sharp intake of breath. Her face took on a horrified expression at the bruise on his cheek and the lacerations across his face.

"Oh God, King!"

He wrapped her up in his arms and hugged her, shrugging.

"Doesn't hurt, baby."

All she had to do was run a hand across his cheek to see him wince.

"I'm sorry, I should've been there."

She saw him smirk in a devious way.

"I know how you can make it up to me."

He leaned down and stole numerous kisses from Abigail.

"By the way…What was that you said in French?"

Abby smiled, blushing.

"Make me scream for you, My Love."

King snickered and let out his own sexual laugh as he tossed the covers over both he and Abby.

"Ohh Whistler, Whistler, Whistler…shame on you."