Konrad by LeAnn Ashers

9

Two Weeks Later

I wakeup slowly to a hand running across my back. I grin into my pillow before I look up to see Konrad lying beside me, shirtless, the happiest, most content smile on his face.

“Good morning, darlin’.” His voice is deep, husky from his sleep.

I stretch my arms above my head, the smell of the ocean soothing me. Yesterday he packed my bag, put us on a private plane and whisked me away.

“Good morning.”

There is a knock at the door. I sit up, pulling the blanket up to cover myself. Konrad bends over and puts on a pair of shorts. I can’t help but tilt my head to the side to get a better view.

Konrad peeks back at me, grinning. He knows exactly what he’s doing. I lie back on the bed, closing my eyes for a second.

I’ve never been on vacation before. I just felt like I haven’t had time. Every time I had time to get away, another girl seemed to be in trouble.

Konrad handed my phone off to Shaylin, then kidnapped me and brought me here. The door slams shut and I jump.

“Sorry, baby.”

I have issues with loud noises. If I’m prepared for it, it’s not a problem, but if it’s in a relaxed setting then it bothers me. PTSD is hard, but you learn to live with it.

Konrad settles into bed, putting the tray in front of us. “This looks amazing.” I kiss his cheek, taking a bite of a piece of bacon.

“Darlin’, nothing”—he winks—“I repeat nothing tastes better or looks better than you.” His eyes slowly drift down my body, stopping at my pussy, eyebrow arched.

My face burns. “Stop!” I moan, covering my face.

He laughs loudly, prying my hands away from my face in amusement. “Darlin’, how many times have I eaten your pussy in the last two weeks and you’re still embarrassed?”

My face burns even worse at his words. He cups my face and squishes my cheeks. “You’re so adorable, how can I not eat you up?” His voice is deeper, and his face shows his desire for me.

He kisses me, gripping the back of my neck, his thumb resting on my jawbone. My eyes flutter closed. His lips make love to my own. The sensation is toe-curling.

My hand falls to his thigh, rubbing farther and farther up until I cup him through his shorts.

He breaks the kiss, grabbing my hand and stopping my movement. “Oh, someone’s being naughty.” He kisses my cheek, rubbing my inner thighs enough to drive me crazy, stopping right before he touches me.

His finger rubs across my clit suddenly, and I almost fall off the bed. He catches me and continues slowly rubbing in circles.

My eyes roll back and I grip the blankets.

He kisses my shoulder. I throw my head back against the headboard and lie back.

His fingers are like magic and I’m still sensitive from last night. His lips suck my nipple deep into his mouth.

I reach down to hold his hand to keep from touching me as it’s too much, but he grips it with his free hand.

My hips pull away and I bite my lip, screaming as I come hard.

My body relaxes. I try to catch my breath after all of that. His hands go under my arms, lifting me up so I’m sitting again. I put the tray over my legs while I’m in a complete daze.

“Eat.” He points to the food, but I don’t look at it.

The fingers that were just inside of me enter his mouth and he sucks them clean. Oh my God, did he just do that?

I turn my face down so he can’t see my red cheeks.

He laughs again. “Darlin’, you’re fucking cute. Eat your damn food.” He picks up another piece of bacon, making sure I take a bite.

“I wonder if I can fuck the blush out of you.” He gives me a wicked grin before taking a drink of orange juice.

I shrug my shoulder. “You can try.”

The look on his face lets me know that he for sure plans on doing that.

The beautiful water,the warm sand—this is heaven. I’m sad that I never experienced this before, but I’m so happy that I get to experience this with Konrad.He’s in the water trying to surf and failing horribly at it. I’ve tried not to laugh, but it’s hilarious because he’s good at everything.

I look at the little girl playing in the sand directly in front of me with her parents, and my heart warms at the sight.

Konrad gets out of the ocean, water dripping down his washboard abs, his hair pushed out of his face.

God, I don't think there’s a more beautiful man than him.

“God, will you look at that?” one of the girls behind me whispers way too loudly. I laugh to myself at their comment, because he is beautiful and there is no hiding that.

But he is all mine.

I pull down my glasses, watching as he gets closer. “Oh my God, he’s coming over.” I can hear them scrambling behind me.

“Hi baby.” He bends down and kisses me on the lips before lying down beside me.

“You did great surfing, baby,” I tell him while rubbing his arm.

He gives me a look that tells me he knows I’m full of it. “It’s a bad day for surfing is all.”

I peek over to the guy surfing with no problem. He follows my gaze and picks me up off of the sand, throwing me over his shoulder. “I’m going to use you as a surfboard,” he jokes.

I laugh and look back at the girls making comments. Their eyes are wide as they look at both of us.

Konrad carries me into the water, pulling me down until my legs are wrapped around him.

“I think I may just keep you here. I love seeing you on the beach. Later I have a spa day planned with you. You need to relax and have time to yourself. Let me take care of you like you do others.”

I close my eyes, his words deeply affecting me. I wrap my arms around his neck and tuck my face in, breathing in his scent.

The waves move around us. It’s quiet and in this moment it’s perfect. He brings us deeper into the water, still holding me.

I sit up, my arms on his shoulders still. “I don’t care where I am, as long as I’m with you, Konrad.”

His head drops. “Fuck, baby, you know how to hit a man right in his heart.”

Wait, his heart?

My stomach flips. With trembling fingers I touch the side of his neck. “Your heart?” I repeat his words.

The sun is starting to set but the air is still warm. “Yes, angel, my heart. I belong to you.”

I rest my forehead against his. “I made a promise to myself years ago that I would not belong to another man.” I lift my head, looking him in the eyes, wanting him to feel the gravity of my words. “But with you? All of me belongs to you. I never wanted to be anyone until you. You make me feel so safe.”

He stares at me in awe, like he can’t believe I’m saying what I’m saying to him right now.

His hands run under my butt, squeezing. “I need to fuck you right now,” he growls.

I laugh as he runs out of the water with me in his arms. He sets me onto the towel and practically throws everything into our beach bag.

I can feel the eyes of the girls on us as they watch us gather our things. Konrad takes my hand and pulls me off the beach and into our house directly on the beach.

He lays me straight onto the bed, his eyes feasting on me. “God, to think this is mine.”

He tears my bathing suit off of my body, literally. He picked it out. He bought me a whole beach wardrobe himself.

His hands drag up my body from my ankles to my inner thighs. His finger slides along my clit. “When we get home, I’m putting my cut on you. I need to see you in my cut with nothing on but that.”

He falls to his knees, gripping my thighs as he goes down, sliding me to the edge of the bed.

“Shit, I just need a fucking chair. I could do this for days.”

He walks across the room and grabs a chair, sitting in front of me. “Oh my God, are you really doing that?” I laugh at him being so ridiculous.

He grins wickedly. “Baby, I’m being serious. Sit your ass back and let me take care of you.”

I fall back, letting him do whatever he wants to me. “How long are you planning?” I stop talking at the first touch of his tongue dragging along my inner thighs.

My hands shake as I touch the back of his head. He looks up, licking his lips, sliding a finger inside of me oh so slowly. I clench hard around his finger.

“Whenever I fucking say.”

I shiver at his demanding tone. “Yes, sir,” I moan.

He gathers my hands, holding them together. “Do not move, you understand?”

My lips tremble at his tone. I am so overworked with need at this point. “Yes,” I say breathlessly.

He winks and ducks his head. I try not to move. Every part of me is yearning to move, be closer, more, more, more.

Seconds later I’m coming hard against his face, my toes curled, my hands tight on his.

“That’s one.”

His rests his head on my thigh, his fingers doing the work this time. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream, still coming from the first orgasm when I come again.

An hour later I’m almost dead. I have died and come back to life a few times in this short period of time.

“I can’t take it anymore.” I finally push his face and hands away, scooting up the bed.

Konrad laughs, leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head. He lifts his hand that was just in my pussy a second ago to his mouth, licking it clean.

Oh my God. Goosebumps break out across my arms and legs. “Rest for a second, baby. I had to taste you. Now it’s time to take you.”

His eyes look me up and down, just staring so intensely like he’s trying to memorize every part of me.

I’m shaking in anticipation of what he has planned for me next. This is the best torture—one I could deal with the rest of my life.

He stands up, taking off his shorts as he does so, leaving himself completely naked in front of me.

His hand wraps around his cock, stroking it from root to tip. I crawl to the edge of the bed. I open my mouth for him, and his hand moves through my hair, fisting it slightly.

“Is my baby hungry now?”

His hand moves from my hair to under my chin, gripping my face. “I’ll let you have a little taste, baby.” His voice is so deep, husky.

I’m dripping onto the bed. I can feel it dripping down my legs. I’m so turned on.

I take the head in my mouth, sucking on the tip, looking up at him. I don’t touch him. My hands remain on the bed beside me.

He throws his head back.

I’ve never felt so powerful as I do right now knowing that with just my mouth I can cause him to lose his mind.

I take him as far as I can, gagging as I try to take him deeper. Konrad pulls back. “Don't push yourself, baby,” he moans, moving his hips, slowly moving inside of my mouth.

I put my hands on his thighs, letting him take over.

He pulls out of my mouth, moving me over until I’m on my belly with my legs stretched out behind me.

His large thighs move on either side of my legs, his large hands gripping my ass cheeks, squeezing. “Ready?” he asks.

He always asks to make sure I’m okay. I nod. “God, yeah.”

He grips my hands, lifting them above my head as he leans over my body. “God, sliding inside of you is like coming home.” He enters me slowly. He’s huge, so he has to give me time to adjust to him.

My eyes roll back in my head at the feeling of being so full, so much of everything.

He kisses the side of my neck, my shoulder. This is pure heaven.

“Faster.”

“You got it, baby.” He kisses my cheek before sitting up, pumping inside of me harder and harder until I can’t even breathe. All I know is him, all I feel is him and nothing else matters.

I love him so much.

He stops and turns me around so I’m facing him. He intertwines our fingers by my head, kissing my neck.

We’ve fucked many times, but this? This is pure passion. I can feel his love for me.

His lips press against mine, slowly, gently, and I fall apart. I cry out. His mouth swallows my cries as he comes inside of me.

He’s shaking as hard as I am, his arms unable to hold him up anymore and he falls beside me, holding me.

“Fuck,” he groans.

I laugh, because that is exactly how I feel.

He grins wickedly, kissing my cheek. “Let’s go shower before your spa day. Then I’m taking you out on the town.”

He smacks my ass as he scoots out of the bed, taking me with him. My legs aren’t cooperating yet.

“I can’t move,” I moan.

He laughs, stepping inside of the shower. The cold water sprays against his back until it warms and he moves me under it.

I kiss him sweetly, resting my forehead against him, the water rushing over the both of us. “I do love you.” I grip his face, my heart so full. “You literally mean everything to me, Konrad. I just can’t imagine a life without you.”

His eyes are heavy. He’s looking at me right now like his world revolves around me. “God, I love you too. The second I saw you, I couldn’t bear to be away from you, baby.”

He stands, holding me, both of us not saying anything but just in our feelings right now.

We haddinner and now we’re in a night club—another first for me. I’m in a dress that he picked out for me.

It’s red, tight, backless, and I’m wearing black heels. My hair and makeup are professionally done.

I could get used to this.

I’m self-conscious of the scars on my back and the backs of my legs though. My dad used to hit us with a belt and the buckle sometimes left scars, and over the years they accumulated.

The look on Konrad’s face made my fears dissipate. His hand on my back let me know that he doesn’t mind.

He walks to the bar and orders me a fruity drink and a beer for himself. We take a seat. He pulls my chair closer to him, his hand on my leg. “Every eye is on you,” he informs me.

I look around the club and I see quite a few eyes on me actually. I sip my drink and try to ignore the looks.

Konrad rubs my legs, trying to soothe me. I’m not comfortable with male attention, unless it’s Konrad of course.

I finish my drink and set my glass on the table. “Want to dance?” I ask.

He finishes off his beer and walks me to the dance floor. He spins me around until my back is pressed against his front, his hands on my hips.

I lift my arm ups, behind his head. He moves my hips with his hands and soon we are lost in the music.

My eyes are closed and I’m just enjoying the moment. He kisses the side of my neck, his teeth nipping my ear.

I spin around to face him, kissing him. His arm bands around my waist, the other on my face.

A hand touches my calf, gliding up to my knee and inner thigh. It takes me a second to realize that it’s not Konrad.

I spin around, gasping in shock that someone is touching me like that, and much to my horror it’s the girl from earlier from the beach.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask her, shocked.

She grins at me then at Konrad and shrugs her shoulders. “What can I say? You are beautiful.” She steps forward again, trying to grab me through my dress.

Konrad grabs her hand before she can touch me, pushing her hand back at her. “Don’t fucking touch her, female or not. I don't tolerate that shit.” I put my hand on his back, shocked.

She laughs at him, then her friends join in and I notice that they were on the beach earlier also. “What, is she that stuck-up of a bitch that she can’t have fun?”

I jolt in shock at what she’s saying about me. I step from behind Konrad as the shock wears off.

“Sweetheart, I’m not sure where you’re from, but you don’t touch someone without their permission unless you want your hand broke,” I say casually, giving her the sweetest smile I can muster.

She looks at me in shock like she didn’t think I was going to say anything back. She steps toward me.

I have fought grown men; she will be nothing. “Do it then, bitch,” she hisses and lifts her hand, moving to hit me.

I catch her hand before it even hits my face. “Big mistake.” I twist her wrist until she’s on her knees in front of me. “Apologize and I won’t break it.”

She shakes her head no, her face red and tears in her eyes, but I don’t have any mercy for her at this point.

“Get her!” she screams.

All at once, all of her friends jump me. Before they can touch me, Konrad steps in front of me, pushing all of them on their asses.

“Listen, I don't hit women but I sure as fuck will not be liable for my actions if you hurt her.” His voice is scary. Right now Konrad is in a different place.

He puts his hand behind him, pulling me to his back, keeping me in place. I know that he let me fight my battles until this point and he has taken over.

One by one they get up and disappear into the crowd.

Konrad turns around and faces me. “We need to leave.” His arm is around me tightly, leading me through the crowd and out the door.

Once we step outside, the night air calms me a little, the sound of the music muffling as the door shuts.

“She was crazy,” I tell him, shocked.

He shakes his head. “I thought I had to worry about men. Didn’t expect fucking females like that.”

But honestly, women probably get away with it more often than men, but in my eyes, touch me without my permission, I don’t see gender, I see an enemy.

I hear something like someone is trying to run up behind me. Konrad and I turn around too late.

A hand wraps around in my hair, jerking me back and out of Konrad’s arms. She was hiding behind a vehicle.

Then three more girls come into view, running toward me.

I get to my feet, tearing my hair loose, and punch her straight in the face. Her face jerks back in shock and she hits the ground on her ass.

I notice that the three girls haven’t touched me. I look around and see Konrad has all three of them on the ground, their faces smooshed into the hard pavement.

“Stupid bitches, I wish you were fucking men,” he growls, and I can’t help but laugh. He lets them go and runs to me, swooping me off my feet and into the rental in a second.

They run up and hit the window. The nose of the girl I punched in the face is bleeding. Her eyes are wild, scary. I feel like something is wrong with her to have this much anger over absolutely nothing.

Konrad takes off driving. They jump out of the way before he can run over them and we drive for home.

“What the fuck is happening?” I ask Konrad. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life.

He shakes his head in confusion. “I’m just as confused as you. Those chicks were crazy.”

The drive home is short, my nerves getting the best of me once we are alone. Konrad walks over and picks me up out of the SUV and carries me inside of the house, setting me on the bed.

“Darlin’, I’m so sorry she touched you.” He kisses my forehead. I grip his hands with mine, shaking.

“I’m fine. She didn’t get to touch me anywhere important thankfully.”

He shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter where, it shouldn’t have happened.” He helps me out of my dress and into one of his shirts.

I scoot up to the top of the bed, and he comes out of the bathroom with my makeup remover. “Let me.” I close my eyes and let him take off all of my makeup.

“There.” His fingers wrap around my chin. “Beautiful, darlin’.” He kisses my lips softly.

I smile, feeling much better.

He places the bottle on the bedside counter and scoots into bed with me, cuddling me into his side. “Do you ever want kids?” I ask him.

He stills for a second. “I do, I’ve always wanted to be a dad.”

I thought that there was something wrong with me for a long time, because I couldn’t get pregnant, so I got checked and I was fine. I am thankful every day that I didn’t get pregnant with Michael’s baby.

“I’ve always wanted to be a mom,” I confess, smiling at the thought of holding my precious baby someday.

He turns me over until he’s leaning above me. “Darlin’, is this a hint?” He smiles sweetly, his eyes bright.

“I have an IUD, but if I do have kids, I want them to be yours.”

He grips my hand, putting it on his cheek. “We can get lots of practice in.” He picks me up, spinning me around. I laugh loudly as he kisses me.