Free Curtis by Kathi S. Barton Page A

him. There was something…well, creepy about him. And
his smile, it looked like he had been practicing it for years and had perfected
it to be friendly. She could see where it might work on some, but not her. She
didn’t open the door, but spoke to him through it. “I told you the other day
that it’s over with, Mr. Howe. I’ve already signed the papers and the new
owners will take it over as soon as the papers are filed.” The change on his
face was quick and furious. She felt herself back away from the window,
suddenly afraid. “You need to leave now.”
    She watched him stretch his neck muscles
as if to try and control his anger. She wondered if he thought she was stupid
and decided that he more than likely did. He was also a man who was used to
getting what it wanted no matter what.
    “Could you please give me the name…why
don’t you let me in? This is just silly talking through the door like this. We
could have this conversation sitting down and enjoying a cup of coffee or tea. I
assure you that you can trust me.” The smile was back, but as before, it didn’t
reach his eyes. Kylie reached for the umbrella she had in the stand next to the
door. “Maybe we can work out a deal between us that will be helpful and
fulfilling to everyone.”
    She was sure that the only one going to
benefit was him and she wasn’t going to be happy with the results. “I’ve said
all I want to say to you, Mr. Howe. It’s time for you to leave. I will call the
police.”
    He stood there for several minutes and,
just as she was about to pull out her cell phone, he nodded and backed away.
When he turned back her breath caught. Now here was the real Eric Howe, one to
be terrified of and, if he wanted her to be, she would be dead in a heartbeat.
    “This isn’t over, Miss Washington.” He
moved his jacket and she saw the gun. “I’ll get the building one way or the
other.”
    She sat down on the couch when he pulled
out of her driveway. She knew he’d be back and the next time, he wouldn’t be so
polite. She had a sudden urge to call Curtis and nearly screamed when her
doorbell rang again.
    “I said to go away or I’d call the
police. I told you once already,” she yelled from the couch, “that I’m not
going to be able to sell to you. Go the fuck away.”
    “Kylie?”
    She whimpered when she heard the voice
on the other side and ran to open it. Curtis. She had no idea how she ended up
in his arms, but they were suddenly around her and she was safe. Safe for now
at least.
    “I thought it was…I didn’t…” She took a
deep breath and looked up at him. “Hold me, please.”
    He did. He pulled her into his body as
well as his arms. She did feel safe. She’d never felt so secure in her life and
she looked up into his eyes again. When he opened his mouth she knew that
whatever he was going to ask wasn’t going to be anything she wanted to talk
about, so she covered his with her own.
    His moan nearly had her melt. His body
hardened against hers and she felt his cock swell. Wrapping herself around him,
she moaned when he lifted her ass up and she was able to hold onto him while he
took over their kiss. And when he did nothing else mattered.
    “Kylie, I want you. Please tell me that
you want me as well.” She wanted him now and forever, but would take what she
could and kissed him again. “Bedroom?”
    She pointed to the couch and he shook
his head. Her bedroom was a mess, but the spare only had boxes. She pointed the
way to the end of the hall and he took them both toward it. All the while his
hands were making short work of removing her shirt.
    By the time they reached the bed, her
blouse was off and her bra was opened. Curtis was suckling at her nipple as he
took them to the mattress.
    ~~~
    Curtis’ mind was a whirl of activity. Her
taste made him think of things he’d never dreamed, her warmth made his mind
fuzzy, and her sounds, the small sounds of pleasure, made him harder than he’d
ever been. But when she