Brian’s POV

I storm into Kaylyn’s apartment after her, watching the way she sways her ass as she stomps away from me. God why is she fucking tormenting me? Can’t she listen to a damn thing I say without biting my head off? This is fucking hard on me too, Kaylyn! I finally catch up to her in the small hallway lined with pictures and spin her around.

“Kaylyn,” I shout as I spin her around to face me. Its then that I can’t help but let my eyes rake over her gorgeous curves in her Guns N’ Roses T-shirt and ripped jeans. I fucking want to take her right here in the hallway but she thinks I’m the scum of the earth… My eyes drop to the floor and a frown pulls at my face. “Just get changed,” I sigh, not realizing how tightly I am holding her to the wall.

Kaylyn pushes away from me and storms into her room, leaving a trail of clothing as she went. Sighing, I turn away and pinch the bridge of my nose. Get your head in the game, Haner. You are not together with her anymore. She doesn’t want you. The next thing I know, I find myself in the living room area looking at all her pictures. I pick one up from the side table and can’t help but smile at a young Kaylyn and Tempest staring back at me. She looks so fucking beautiful…In the picture, the pair stood on the beach wearing large sun hats and bikinis. They look like they are having the time of their life and part of me wishes I could have know her back then. Would that have changed how things are now?

Suddenly I hear Kaylyn coming down the hallway and I quickly put the picture back in its place. “I’m ready, Master,” she says in a cheeky tone which instantly causes my jaw to clench. Oh, I would like to be your Master, Miss Rizzo. Punish you with each deep thrust from behind… My eyes rake over her body again, staring with her sexy legs and making my way all the way up to her—NO FUCKING WAY! There are those little demons waving at me from her breasts. Damn it, I forgot how perfect her nipples are. What the hell am I going to do? Is she trying to make me rape her right here and now?!

I clench my jaw and shake my head as I turn away from her, trying to hide the boner that is starting to rage in my pants. “No,” I say curtly but she doesn’t seem to care.

“I’m not changing again. Let’s go,” she says before walking out the door, leaving me gapping at her in her apartment. Without a second thought, I grab her cropped leather jacket from the back of the couch and chase after her. Breath, Haner. You have to be a gentle man tonight. Make her cover up so you can keep your dick in your pants. Where’s a parka when you need one?!

As I slide into the driver’s seat, I toss the jacket at her. “Kaylyn, for Christ’s sake, I can see your—“

“Nipples?” She interrupts me, making me run my hands over my face. “Relax Brian, I’m sure mommy wont be looking,” she laughs. Oh, great! Im so glad this a fucking game to you. If I have to stare at your beautiful one eyed monsters all throughout dinner, I am going to go mad. She fuckin’ did this on purpose to try and get a rise out of me!

“You’re wearing the jacket,” I hiss in a demanding tone as we pull up the restaurant. That sexy ass bitch has the nerve to shake her head and refuse to cover up. I can’t deal with her mother and her nipples waving me all God damn night! “Argh, why cant you just do one thing that I ask you to do without arguing with me?!” I growl half in lust and half in frustration.

“Alright, I’ll wear the jacket inside at least. However, if I get to warm, I’m telling you right now, I’m taking it off.” I nod in agreement as quickly move over to open her door. Please, for the love of God, let the air conditioning be blasting so she will keep those beautiful nipples locked up. As we walk to the restaurant, all I can think about is sucking each hard perfect orb as she screams my name. Focus, Haner, focus!

As we make our way through the crowd, I subconsciously intertwine our fingers. It feels so right to have her hand in mine and I forget all my frustration toward her. Damn it, why do I have to love this girl? I cant stay mad at her no matter how much she frustrates me.

“There you two are, it took you long enough,” Mrs. Rizzo scoffs as we reach the table I reserved. Barbara looks at me with a grimace before turning to look at her daughter. “My word Kaylyn, did you even comb your hair?” she snips. Nothing is ever fucking good enough for this woman, is it? This is going to be a long night.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kaylyn open her mouth to fight back but I give her hand a firm squeeze. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Rizzo,” I say with a charming smile as I pull out at chair for Kaylyn. “I trust the table was ready when you arrived?”

Mrs. Rizzo sits up tall in her chair and glares at me with a tight mouth before she responds. “Yes, it was. Kaylyn, take off that awful jacket its—“

My eyes grow wide with her words as my worst fear is coming true. Stay in your hiding place you little perky demons! My dick twinges in frustration in my pants as I cut off Mrs. Rizzo. “I hope you don’t mind but I called ahead and ordered a bottle of 1967 Burgundy Pinot Noir. A little birdie told me that it was your favorite,” I say calmly with a smile, though all I really want to do is take Kaylyn right here on the table. Why the hell was she so fucking beautiful?

Kaylyn turns to look at me with a surprised look as I get a small smirk from Mrs. Rizzo. “Yes, it is…though I prefer the ’78. It was a better year.” Of course it was… “So Kaylyn, are you staying in New York or are you continuing on with these yahoos?” She says as the waiter pours us each a glass of wine. Kaylyn quickly grabs her glass and starts gulping down the expensive red alcohol, ignoring her mother’s question.“For the love of god, Kaylyn!”

“Well, Kaylyn will be continuing her employment with us for the indefinite future,” I say, giving her shoe a light kick under the table. Suddenly, her dark brown eyes were staring me down and I all I can do is smile back at her. If you want to play this game, sweetheart you’re going to lose. I will not lose my cool in front of your mother. “She is a real breath of fresh air on the road,” I say truthfully with a small smile as I look down at my menu.

Kaylyn and Mrs. Rizzo both let out a scoff. “Well, I don’t think it is becoming for a lady to be on a bus with a bunch of rouge unwed men…” Mrs. Rizzo huffs.

“Well, good thing it’s not your life, mother,” Kaylyn hisses as I force a fake smile onto my lips. “But maybe I like sleeping around­—“ I give Kaylyn another firm kick under the table.

“What she is trying to say is that we make sure to give her the utmost privacy. I made sure that she has the private master suit in the back with a lock on the door,” I say calmly as Kaylyn glares daggers at me.

“Well, I’m sure it smells horrendous,” Mrs. Rizzo scoffs. “When you decide you’re ready to get away from the riffraff and find a real job, Kaylyn, Mr. Nessbit is looking of someone with your skill set.” There is no winning this woman over, she has already made up her mind. I quickly run my fingers through my slicked back hair as the waiter sets some fresh bread on the table.

“I assure you Mrs. Rizzo that we pay Kaylyn well and make sure she has everything she needs,“ I say, not allowing Kaylyn to speak. She glares at me again as I continue. “We even—“ Suddenly I feel Kaylyn’s bare foot rubbing up and down my leg. What the hell is she doing to me? I swallow thickly and force myself to continue, ignoring the raging boner that is growing in my pants. “We even make sure she has her own private luxury suite at the hotels we stay at.”

Mrs. Rizzo looks at me as I pick up my glass of wine and take a sip. Is she starting to realize I’m not the monster she thought me to be? Its then I feel Kaylyn’s had grace my thigh, causing me to take in a shaky breath. Oh, God why cant she keep her hands to herself and let me do this one thing… I’m thankful when the waiter comes and asks for our order, giving us a break from the conversation. Once the waiter was out of sight, Kaylyn turns to her mother with a smirk.

“So Mother, why don’t you tell Bri here what you do approve of, since you don’t approve of either of our lifestyles,” Kaylyn says sarcastically as I chock on my wine.

“I think what Kaylyn meant to say is, what are your hobbies?” I clarify just as Barbara opens her mouth to snap back at her daughter. I give Mrs. Rizzo a charming smile as she starts to list of the most boring things I have ever heard, but my attention is suddenly drawn toward Kaylyn as she takes off her jacket. I blink a few times to make sure I’m seeing that defiant smirk properly. Yep, there’s the smirk and there are the nipples, shining their way through the dimly lit restaurant like a fucking lighthouse! No! No! NO! For the love of God, put those puppies away! She is fucking doing this on purpose to make me into a blubbering fool.

“I too enjoy wine tasting,” I gasp, trying to keep my cool as my boner throbs in my pants. God damn it Kaylyn! Put your clothes back on! I give her a glare but she just smiles and rolls her shoulders back, making those large cookies even more pronounced. Luckily Mrs. Rizzo doesn’t notice her daughters perfect breasts waving hello at the dinner table. I give a tight lip smile as I lean forward and put my arm on the table, as I try to control the sexual desire growing inside of me. “I-I actually am an avid Port drinker,” I stammer, trying to focus on Mrs. Rizzo.

“Port is too bitter for my refined tastes,” Mrs. Rizzo laughs. “Though where is it that you’re from? I’m sure your pour taste in wine and taste in music is all a product of your upbringing.”

“C-California, Huntington Beach.” Fuck, there’s her hand touching my thigh again. I swear if she keeps this up I may just explode in my pants… “Port is one of most popular wines out there. Plus, my father is a famous musician.”

“Well, I haven’t heard of any famous Haners at the Met,” she scoffs as I blink my eyes, trying to concentrate. God damn it, Kaylyn! Stop touching me!

“He is a famous guitar player. He just signed with Jeff Dunham but my step mom Suzzy does enjoy the Met Live on HD,” I gasp as Kaylyn’s hand grazes the head of my dick trying to poke its way through my dress pants.

“What is her favorite opera?”

I take in a raspy breath, and bite my knuckle. “She enjoys Mozart’s ‘The Magic Flute’.”
“Brain honey, are you okay?” Kaylyn sneers, looking at me with a sexy smirk. “You’re face is looking pretty red…”

“Its probably from the wine,” Mrs. Rizzo says proudly, giving me an ‘I told you so look’.“You must not be accustom to drinking such a high quality spirit.”

“You are probably right,” I gasp as Kaylyn gropes me again. “Will you please, excuse me for a moment?” I say before standing up and bolting from the table. I quickly make my way towards the men room and splash cold water in my face. Looking up at my reflection in the mirror, I shake my head. “Keep your head in the game, Haner. She is just trying to get a rise out of you…”

I run my hands down my face and pace the bathroom, trying to get Kaylyn’s perfectly round circumferences out of my mind. “Fuck!” I hiss, the thought only making me horny. This was nothing but pure X-rated torture! I would make her pay for this later since I was about to have the worst blue balls know to man. Letting out a long sigh, I adjust my tie and head back out into the restaurant, only to be pushed backwards into the wall. “What the…”

Notes

The sexual tension at this table is too much to handle! What is Kaylyn playing at? Is she just horny or is she trying to get a rise out of Brian for dumping her? Does Mrs. Rizzo suspect anything?