Seeking Amy (Seven Sins Series) Page 2

  “Oh, Kato.” She slipped her feet into them. She pressed her hand to her chest and squealed, “They are great!”

  “Hot.” Kato looked satisfied. “You look so sexy. I love it.”

  “You love it? I love it!” she said. “Oh, Kato.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek. “These are so great. I don’t know what to say.”

  “How about thank you?” Kato kept his notoriously genuine smile on his pretty face.

  “Oh, Kato, thank you so much.” She looked down at her shoes and fell in love. “These are mine to keep?”

  “Of course, they’re your size, right? They’re comfortable aren’t they?” Kato nodded. “They’re a gift for you.”

  “But why?” Amy asked, concern in her eyes.

  “Because you deserve them.”

  “I do?”

  “Of course you do.” Kato stared into her eyes. “You’ve been a great neighbor and a good friend to me.”

  Questions ran through her mind so fast she couldn’t grasp one to ask. She’d felt like she didn’t deserve them at all. She’d pretty much teased him for years and turned him down every day. How could that behavior deserve Christian Louboutin shoes? She was so conflicted, and her physical response was repeatedly running her hand through her hair.

  “I’m sorry, Kato. I don’t deserve these.” She took them off.

  “What? Why not? I got them for you.” He shook his head.

  “I don’t deserve these at all,” she said, hoping that he would somehow say something to make it all better, to dissolve her guilt. “I’ve been nothing but cruel to you.”

  “Just keep them for me,” Kato said. “That’s all I ask.”

  “I can’t.” She wanted to walk away, she really did, but something inside wouldn’t allow her to unless she walked away wearing those gorgeous shoes.

  “If you don’t want to take a chance with me, I’m fine with that.” Kato placed his hand on her shoulder. “But please keep the shoes.”

  He walked toward the door and Amy grabbed his hand to prevent him from leaving. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten from anyone.” She held his hand as she spoke. “I do appreciate it. Thank you.”

  She pressed her other hand against the baby soft skin of his cheek. He smiled warmly while looking into her eyes. She took the chance and moved her lips forward, brushing them across his. He let out a moan and she took that as an invitation. She kissed him deeply and seductively. Slowly, she felt the tip of his tongue with hers and felt heat under his caresses. He gently rubbed up and down her back and let his hand tangle in her hair. Suddenly her head went back as he gently pulled her hair to gain access to her neck.

  She wasn’t expecting that but she nearly melted. She was surprised that he was aggressive when he was aroused and she liked it. He nuzzled her neck, gently biting and sucking. She let him taste her heated flesh as long he kept her tingling. For giving her the shoes she could give him that much.

  “Put your shoes back on.” His voice was deep and filled with lust. “I want to feel you while you’re wearing them.”

  She didn’t object at all. Quickly, she put her shoes back on and threw herself in his arms again. She was so wrong in assuming he was an inexperienced boy. He kissed her more passionately than Bryson ever did and he took charge naturally. His arms were strong, a plus. She knew because he lifted her up and sat her down on the countertop. He stood between her legs and slid her shirt up and off.

  She let him fondle her perky breasts. He gathered them in his hands and gently squeezed. He pressed them together and smothered his face between them, breathing into her cleavage. She loved the feeling of his hot breath between her breasts. He massaged them in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her erect nipples. Then he clasped his warm, wet lips over the hard nub and sucked it.

  “God,” she moaned and let her head fall back. She reached down between their bodies to rub the hardness in the front of his jeans. Doing that made her crave it. “Will you make me feel good, Kato?”

  “I’ll do whatever you want me to.” His voice caught for a second. “I’ve been waiting for so long.”

  She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, stuffing her hand inside of his boxers to feel him. She grabbed his erection and gently squeezed, feeling it jerk slightly in her hand.

  “You’re so hard.” She loved the feel of a hard man in her hand.

  “For you.” He kissed her neck. “Always for you.”

  “Condom?” She always practiced safe sex no matter how wet and ready she was.

  He reached into his pocket and pulled one out. She snatched it from his fingers and placed the corner of it in her mouth. With her hands she tugged his jeans down over his hips and watched his hardness spring to life. It smacked against his stomach as she freed it. She didn’t waste any more time. She opened the packet with her teeth and pulled the latex out. She placed it over his gorgeous cock and grabbed him, wrapping her legs around his hips.

  “You sure you want it in the kitchen?” he asked, hesitating.

  No man had ever made it to her bed. “Yes,” she said. “I want you to fuck me right here.” She couldn’t believe those words escaped her lips and were directed to Kato.

  “You won’t regret this.” He slowly pressed his thick cock into her waiting, hot pussy. They both let out a moan. He slowly thrust his hips gliding himself in and out. She felt every inch of him with her tightness. He groaned. “Amy, you feel so good.”

  “Don’t stop,” she panted. God, she was in ecstasy. The shoes on her feet made her legs look perfect. She felt like a celebrity. And Kato felt so good inside of her. She would have never guessed that he could make her feel so great and just like a woman. She didn’t want to admit it but he was right, he knew what a girl wanted and he was proving it in the way he fucked her.

  He pressed his face into her neck and licked and tasted her skin. “Oh, I could do this forever,” he moaned.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I wish you could.”

  “You mean it?”

  She didn’t answer. Instead she grabbed him tight and kissed him hard.

  He lifted her up from the counter and carried her to the living room. With his rock hard cock still inside of her, he laid her on the sofa and lowered himself over her. He moved his body expertly over hers. His hips ground against hers, causing her to cry out in pleasure. What a fool she was to pass this up for so long.

  He pressed his hot lips to her breasts and kissed the tops of them. She rubbed up and down his hard, muscled back. She loved the feeling of a man under her palms. His skin felt smooth and his muscles felt strong. He smelled so good like a mixture of vanilla and sweat.

  He raised himself up on his knees, keeping his cock inside of her. He lifted her hips slightly and continued to thrust, looking down at her. Her breasts bounced with each pump of his hips. His arm muscles bulged with every thrust. Finally, he grunted. He bit his lower lip and tightened his grip on her hips.

  “Oh, god,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

  “Yes, come for me,” she panted.

  “Oh, Amy.” He continued thrusting but each thrust slowed until he completely stopped. His chest rose and fell with every rapid breath he took. “Oh, god. That was amazing.” He looked down at her. “I’ve been dreaming about this for so long.”

  “You dreamed about finishing me off?” she said jokingly.

  “You bet I did.” He let a grin sweep across his lips.

  He must have gotten her hint because she watched as he leaned down and pressed his lips to her pussy. She spread her legs a little more, loving the feeling of his soft lips kissing her wetness. Then the phone rang and interrupted her heat. She cursed.

  Kato lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

  She pouted. It rang again. “Just ignore it,” she said.

  It rang again and again.

  “Maybe you should get that.” Kato nodded and lifted himself off of her. He sat on the sofa and allowed her to get up to
answer the phone. She frowned at him and mouthed the word sorry.

  She placed the phone to her ear. “Hello, this is Amy.”

  “Hey,” the voice said. “This is Bryson. I’m on my way over?”

  Chapter Three

  She hadn’t seen Bryson in a couple of weeks and he was headed over now.

  “Is there a problem?” Kato looked so hot and innocent.

  “Uh, just a tiny one.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I have company coming over.” She wasn’t sure how to tell him that his best friend wanted to see her and she didn’t want to lie, so she kept it at that.

  “I’m guessing you want me to leave?” he asked, letting his disappointment show through. He tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped and buttoned them up. “I’ve dreamed of this many times and we were never interrupted by a phone call.”

  She felt bad. After all the trouble he went through getting her those shoes and making her feel special, she couldn’t even spend her afternoon with him. She was going to let a phone call interrupt her happiness? “I’ll cancel it,” she said. “He can wait.”

  “Who’s he?” Kato quickly cocked an eyebrow.

  “My company,” Amy said. “He can wait.”

  “No. I can’t make you cancel. I’ll let you have your privacy,” he said. “Just promise me you’ll have time for me later tonight. I really want to… satisfy you.”

  “You’re wonderful.” She pressed her lips against his.

  “Let me see you in those shoes one last time before I go.” He winked.

  She stood up and pranced around the living room naked. Deep inside she couldn’t wait to show off for Bryson. But even thinking that thought made her stomach hurt slightly. She could see in Kato’s eyes that he was happy she enjoyed his gift. Wanting Bryson to enjoy it too somehow felt wrong. If only she could have them both and no one got hurt.

  She strutted around the living room, her breasts slightly bouncing with each step. She felt like a sex goddess in her red pumps. She watched Kato’s eyes follow her around the room. Finally, he stood up and wrapped his arms around her.

  “Thanks for these great shoes.” She embraced him. “They’re perfect.”

  “You’re welcome.” Kato squeezed tighter. “Anything to make you happy.”

  He was compassionate, understanding, generous, and determined—many more qualities to count. He had a special kind of sparkle in his eyes that she had only seen in romantic movies. The way he traced the line around her lips with his fingers reminded her of her grandparents. She’d often catch Grampy feather across Grammy’s cheek with the back of his finger. They’d been happily married for nearly thirty-five years.

  He brushed his lips across hers before leaving. She was left smiling and tingling in her red leather pumps. She went to the full-length mirror to see herself. She smiled, satisfied. She blew her reflection a kiss and went to her room to clean up and put on a shirt and shorts.

  Bryson finally knocked on her kitchen door about half an hour later. She suspected that they went around to her kitchen door when they didn’t want to be seen by the neighborhood gossips. He wore torn and soiled blue jeans that smelled like motor oil and a dingy black shirt that fit taut over his chest muscles.

  “Hey, how are you?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

  “I’m fine.” She walked back to the living room. Her shoes clicked against the tile as she walked, bringing attention to them.

  “I like your shoes.” Bryson stared. “Sexy.”

  “Thank you. They were a gift. Christian Louboutin.” She sat on the sofa and crossed her legs.

  “Who’s Christian?” Bryson tilted his head to the side. His short, dark hair was styled neatly on his head despite what his clothes looked like.

  “He’s the designer.” She shook her head. “These are very expensive shoes. All the celebrities have them. They’re handmade and have a red sole. See?” She stretched out one leg to show him the bottom of the shoe. “They were even featured on Oprah.”

  “Is that right?” He nodded and went to her refrigerator.

  “Well, they’re hot aren’t they?” she asked.

  “Of course,” Bryson said, taking a jug of orange juice from the fridge. “Everything you wear is hot.”

  “Thanks, but these are special.” She smiled.

  “How special?” He took a sip from the carton and placed it back in the fridge.

  “They were a gift,” she said.

  “From who?” he asked.

  “Someone special.” She looked at him waiting for a reaction.

  He sat beside her and rubbed her knee. His blue eyes and long, dark lashes made him look pretty and the dimples on his cheeks hollowed. “I had some rich CEO guy come into the shop today. He wanted his brakes checked. I told him his battery exhaust filter needed to be rotated and remounted. I got an extra forty bucks.” He chuckled. “I want to take you out. Get something to eat.”

  “So you scammed some guy out of his money to take me to McDonalds?” She folded her arms over her breasts and glared.

  “It was just forty bucks. He probably gives that away to the homeless daily.” He caressed her thigh and smiled. “We don’t have to go anywhere.” He licked his lips.

  “You know, I’m not really in the mood for sex, Bryson,” she said, mostly to convince herself.

  “Yeah right.” He grinned. “Every time I come over you’re in the mood. Unless you have someone else. The person that gave you the special gift?”

  She was almost surprised that he seemed not to care, but she knew this was how he was. He really wasn’t romantic at all and didn’t have it in him to get green-eyed.

  “It’s more expensive than that charm bracelet you gave me,” she said.

  “Are you trying to make me jealous?” He planted a kiss on her cheek.

  “I have stuff to do. Maybe you should go.” She took her shoes off, dissatisfied with his lack of concern. He should have been more concerned with the details of who was giving her gifts.

  “You sure about that?” He rubbed her thigh. “You waited until I came all the way over here to kick me out?”

  “You live and work up the street,” she said. “It’s not like you had to drive two hours to get to here.”

  “You know I’m not gonna beg like Kato does.” He flirted with his pretty eyes. “I know how much that gets you off.”

  She shook her head. “Just go, Nick.” She stood up and walked to the kitchen door.

  “Okay, if you say so.” He went to the kitchen door. “But don’t call me that. You know I hate that.” He opened it and walked out.

  “That’s your name. And the next time you want a drink of orange juice from my fridge use a cup.” She closed the door.

  Immediately she wondered what Kato was up to. She went upstairs and went to her window. It was harder to see through his window during the day because of the sun’s reflection. She wondered if he had the same problem. She stood at the window waiting for some sign that he was looking back.

  After a few minutes she went to her desk and sat down at the computer. She turned on her computer and waited for it to boot up. She was so excited that Kato got those shoes for her. She wanted to see how much he paid for them. As soon as her computer booted, she got on the Internet to go to Christian Louboutin’s website. She looked through the on-line catalog looking for the red leather open toe pumps. When she found them she nearly fell out of her seat.

  One thousand dollars for one pair of shoes?

  She knew they were expensive but she really didn’t think he would buy her a thousand dollars pair of shoes. When she said they were a million dollar shoes she was speaking figuratively. She occasionally indulged on herself but when she did, the most she spent on shoes were two hundred dollars. With a thousand dollars she could get her truck painted that custom red and pink she’d always wanted, pay her mortgage for a month, or even make a huge payment toward some of her school loans.

  She sat back in her seat. Did
she really deserve them? Kato was so sweet and giving. She had to find some way to show him she appreciated it. She went back to the window and stared out trying to get his attention if he was looking back. She couldn’t see a thing thanks to the sun, so she went back to her desk. She’d just wait to see him later that night.

  Chapter Four

  When Kato knocked on the door she grew excited. She hurried to the kitchen door, glancing at the clock on the microwave before opening the door. Nine o’clock.

  “Hey, Amy.” Kato had his hands in his pant pockets and a smile on his face.

  “Come in,” she said and made room.

  She wasn’t wearing the pumps, but she made up for it by wearing a pair of white shorts that hit mid thigh and a white tank top without a bra.

  “So, what was Bryson doing here earlier?” He stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at her with his exotic eyes.

  Her excitement faded. “How do you know about that?”

  “He was the company who called you, wasn’t he?” He stood patiently waiting for her to answer.

  “How do you know that?” she asked again. “Were you watching me?” That was a stupid question, knowing their window relationship.

  “No, he told me.” He leaned against the counter at the same spot he had her earlier. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. If he was angry, he was definitely attractive being it. His lips plumped, his eyes narrowed more than they were naturally, and he looked at her without blinking. He was really good-looking.

  “Are you angry at me?” She pouted her lower lip. “You want the shoes back, don’t you?”

  “Amy, I got those shoes for you.” He scoffed. “I didn’t come to take them back because you’d rather do my best friend instead of me. I just came to let you know I know, and to see what you had to say about it.”

  She nodded, understanding. “So you are angry.”

  “Just a bit,” he admitted and walked to her side. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sleeping with Bryson?” He looked in her eyes and caressed her cheek just like Grampy did Grammy’s.

  She frowned. He didn’t sound like he was whining at all or that he was hurt. He sounded more curious than anything else.