Jamie Begley - Tainted

“Do you want to know if I fucked her last night, Sawyer?” Kaden asked, leaning down to whisper his question in her ear.

Sawyer trembled under his seductive spell. She had never been so intensely pursued by a man before. She’d had several that had flirted with her—even Rick when he had been luring her into his sick web of lies had made her feel wanted—but she had always been aware that he would forget about her five minutes after leaving the restaurant. She had eventually agreed to go out with him because he had discovered her desire to eat at one of the finer restaurants in town whose chef had recently won a prestigious cooking award.

“N—no, I don’t,Kaden. I—I don’t care who you fuck,” Sawyer lied to both of them.

“I didn’t. I believe Alana ended up in Sin’s bed after he finished with Megan.”

“How benevolent of him to share himself around,” Sawyer said, disgusted.

“I believe that’s what he thinks. I, on the other hand, have learned that quality is much more exciting than quantity, so I spent my night taking cold showers and jerking off, thinking about you.”

Sawyer’s eyes flew to his, seeing that he wasn’t joking. “S—stop it,K—Kaden.”

“Stop what, Sawyer? I haven’t laid a hand on you and I won’t until you beg. I just want to let you know, tonight when you’re in your thin gown with those nipples hard, that all you have to do is come next door to my room, and I’ll give you what you’re craving. I’ll sink my dick in your tight little pussy and ride you all night long. All you have to do is ask me nicely.”

Sawyer felt the heat build in the area he was mentioning. She almost stretched out underneath him then and there. The only thing holding her back was her anger at the way he had refused to let her contact the police and an instinct inside her that was screaming that he wanted her total capitulation, which she couldn’t give.

“I—I will never beg for you, Kaden, but if you get bored waiting for me, why don’t you hold your breath while you’re waiting.”

“That remark is going to cost you a punishment when you give in, Sawyer.” Kaden stood up. “I have some work to do, so if you’re bored, go and have fun in the kitchen if you want, but remember what I said, Sawyer. I better not catch you handing anyone a glass of water if they’re dying of thirst.” His hard gaze had her nipples tightening. She was so angry at her body’s betraying response.

“Go fuck y—yourself.” His eyes dropped to her nipples before he gave a mysterious smile.

“Why is it you only stutter when you get nervous?” He didn’t give her time to answer, walking away from the lounge chair and leaving her a hot mess.

She ran an anxious hand through her hair, trying to gather control of her body now that he had gone. One thing was for sure, her trying to stay out of his way had been an epic fail. She was going to have to come up with a better battle plan or she was going to be in trouble trying to resist a man who had enough sex appeal that a freaking nun would throw her panties at him, and Sawyer sure as hell was not a nun.

Being given free rein of the kitchen allowed Sawyer a sense of control that she hadn’t experienced since her kidnapping. Jordan helped out by making a run to the grocery store with her list. While she was gone, Sawyer threw together a light lunch that Jordan could serve them when she returned.

Going upstairs, she showered and changed before going back downstairs to help Jordan put away the groceries.

At lunchtime, she forced herself to leave Jordan to go to the dining room, taking a seat at the table. It went against her personality to sit and let Jordan do all the work, but not wanting to be banned from the kitchen, she gave in to Kaden’s demand.

After lunch, the women decided to go into town for an impromptu shopping trip.

They didn’t even ask if she wanted to go, which she was thankful for.

“Let me change my shoes.” Mila, D-mon’s girlfriend, moved away, throwing the women at the table a warning glance before leaving the table. If the woman wasn’t such a bitch, Sawyer would have told her D-mon was a horndog, but since she was one, Sawyer felt no compunction in not giving her a heads up.

“You don’t want to go? I thought you’d jump at the opportunity to get out of the house,” Kaden said as she rose to leave the table.

“No, thanks. I’ll give it a pass.”

Sawyer didn’t try to explain. She had always found it difficult to make friends with women. These women here didn’t want to be friends; they wanted what time they could get with the band, without an outsider trying to get inside their little group. Sawyer really couldn’t blame them; they had to fight against the fans’ attention all the time. Why would they want to during the band’s alone time? She might not like the other women, but she could understand them.

Sawyer went upstairs to her room, planning on taking a nap. Hearing voices, she went to her side window and watched as the band and their guests climbed into two large cars. Kaden was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and sunglasses. The sun glinted on his hair. He was striking just standing there among the other men. Alana was standing next to him and they were talking before they slid into the car together.

Sawyer ignored the twist in her stomach before she went to the bed to lie down. Jordan had told her that she had been given the night off, that as they had made plans to eat out for the night. Alec had paid her a visit before he had left, warning her to stay in the house or by the pool.

Sawyer stretched out on the bed with nothing to look forward to other than another boring night. While the band partied in town, she had remained hiding in her room. Just once she wished she could find the courage to actually go out and be carefree, but growing up in the poorest section of Queen City had shown her the harsh reality of life. It was a lesson that her mother had constantly warned her of, without having to utter a single word.

Her mother had no other option but to move into the large low-income apartment building after her father’s death. While his death had been unintentional, the apartment building had been filled with children being raised without fathers. There hadn’t been a single man trapped by low income within those vicious walls, unless they had been living off one of the women, desperate for their company, or a son who was perpetuating their father’s example.

She had watched Vida’s mother suffer through each failed relationship, while Callie had never even known who her father was before being left in her mother’s sadistic care, using men like used newspaper over and over again.

As she grew up, she had seen the consequences of foolishly loving someone. She had sworn that she would be smarter, wiser. She wouldn’t fall in love and become destroyed. She wouldn’t be held back with invisible chains, her heart held prisoner. She would be free.

Sawyer woke up from her nap energized. Remembering the swimsuits in one of the drawers, she picked out a black one and changed into it before she could change her mind.

The security was at the front gate and Alec had gone into town with the band. Jordan had wanted to use her free time to catch up on some of R.J.’s work, so Sawyer had the house to herself.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had gone swimming. Grabbing a towel, she went downstairs to the pool where she dropped the towel on one of the loungers before cautiously going in. She was pleasantly surprised when she found it was warm, which made her jump in. Coming up out of the water, she laughed, shaking her hair out of her face before she began swimming the length of the pool. Enjoying the silky feel of the water against her skin, she paused to catch her breath, leaning against the side of the pool.

Hearing a splash, she turned around, startled at the sound. As soon as she saw his shoulders, she knew it was Kaden. The other men were broader while Kaden was leaner.

He swam over to her. “I see you decided to quit being a hermit when everyone left.” Kaden was able to stand and touch the bottom while the water was a few inches deeper for her because of her lack of height.

“I—I thought you left,” Sawyer stated the obvious.

“I came back early,” Kaden said with amusement glinting in his eyes.

Sawyer wasn’t sure, but somehow she thought she had stepped in a trap. Not liking the feeling, she decided to go back inside.

“Not thinking of running away, are you?” he taunted.

Sawyer stiffened. “I’m not running away from you, Kaden. I just don’t want to spend any time with you.”

“Sawyer, you are definitely a woman not afraid of speaking her mind. “ His eyes lowered to her scantily covered breasts. Placing one hand on the side of the pool next to her and another on the other side of her, he effectively trapped her between the pool and himself.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me,” Sawyer said in challenge.

“I haven’t touched you yet, Sawyer,” Kaden mocked her. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I want to just as badly as you want to touch me.”

Sawyer opened her mouth to give a remark, but he forestalled her. “Don’t lie, Sawyer. I know you do.”

“And how do you know that? Your vast experiences?”

“No, because of that hungry look in your eyes when you think I’m not paying attention. Don’t be embarrassed.” His eyes went to the flush rising on her cheeks. Sawyer would be damned if she wasn’t able to control that reaction one day.

“I’m not embarrassed,” Sawyer lied about her reaction without any qualms.

“Good. Because there is no reason to be. We’re attracted to each other. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I think we should explore it further.”