The moon had shifted outside, throwing more light into the room. He was watching her. She stroked the wide ridge of him through his boxers. His cock tensed and jumped at her touch. She smiled at him as she pulled his briefs down, freeing him. “Two can play that game.”
He arched his back and pushed his jeans and briefs down to his thighs, giving her full access to him. “Do your worst.”
She caught him in both hands, then leaned down and kissed him, belatedly realizing she really didn’t know what to do with him. He seemed to like the kiss, so she did that some more, up and down the length of him.
“Lick me.”
She resettled herself lower between his legs so that she could get a better angle on him, and then did what he suggested, running her tongue up the hard length of him. His lips pulled back from his teeth as he hissed a breath.
She did it again, then wrapped her lips about him sideways and moved up and back. He took hold of himself and pushed his cock toward her mouth. “Take me in your mouth.”
She moved up to kneel over him, then lowered her head, taking him in her mouth, flicking her tongue over him as if she was Frenching his mouth. She wrapped a hand around the base of him—he was too long and too wide to fit all of him in her mouth, so she focused her efforts on the swollen crown.
Kelan took as much of her virginal caresses as he could. He pulled her off him before it was too late. Coming in her mouth was a lesson for another day. Just the thought of that almost sent him over the edge.
He sat up fast, then lifted and turned her. She was still on her knees. He bent over her and entered her without prelude. She was wet and ready for him. He leaned over her, bracing his arms on either side of hers, pumping into her like a boy who had no control.
Because he didn’t. He’d almost lost her tonight. Again.
He kissed her shoulder blade, buried his face in her spine. And then he reached for her breasts, feeling them move with each thrust. As soon as he palmed one, she cried out, and her body banged against his.
He could feel her orgasm overtake her, the tremors, the squeezing of her inner muscles. He pushed up against her and slammed into her, then groaned as his own orgasm hit.
When it was over, he eased himself from her body then kicked off his jeans. He moved the covers and brought her back up to the top of the bed, settling her against him as he waited for her tears.
He was coming to love that emotional side of her. Maybe it was just arrogance that he was pleased he pleasured her to tears each time.
“I love you.” He could feel how tightly she was wound. “Talk to me, Fiona. We are two parts of one whole. If you break, I break.”
“Kelan.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face to his throat. “I never want to see you hurt.”
He chuckled. “Says the woman who is going to cut my heart out of my chest while it still beats.”
“You know I’m not going to do that.”
“Then I’ll never be hurt, because I’ll never be without you.”
“No, you’ll be hurt because you’re with me.”
He caught her knee, then pulled her leg up so that he could take off the knife. “Let’s get some sleep. We’ll talk about it more in the morning.”
*
Angel was in bed, trying to sleep, when there was a knock on his door. He checked the clock—it was late for any fun and games.
He threw the covers off and went to see whom it was. Rocco stood at his threshold. His hands were in his front pockets up to his thumbs. His shoulders were hunched. His eyes looked wrecked. Goddamn. Angel didn’t ask any questions. He just went back into his room, pulled on a pair of jeans, then followed his friend down to the gym.
*
Val knocked on Owen’s door. A thin line of light showed beneath it, so he knew his cousin was still up.
“Come.” Owen’s call was muffled through the door.
He was lying on his bed, watching some rerun on TV. Val plopped down next to him. Val took the controller and changed the channel.
Owen looked over at him, a slight grin on his face. “Have a bad dream?”
Val shrugged. “Maybe.”
Owen took the controller back and returned to the channel he’d been watching. “You did good with Fiona’s hair.” He grinned. “I’ll admit I was afraid you might start moonlighting there when you took her.” His grin became a smile. “We’re too heavily invested in Blade’s place to get run out of town now.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t run out of town back then.”
“You sure as hell were. How do you think you got into West Point so easily?”
“You pulled strings to get me in.”
“I had no leverage. Your dad did that.”
“I thought you did.”
Owen shrugged. “I got him to work it from his end with his connections. I wanted you away from him, before one or both of you ended up dead. You set some sniper records at West Point that still stand today.”
Val grinned. “I think dad almost had an apoplexy when he heard I applied for an MOS of Barber.”
Owen laughed. “There was no way the Army was going to let a sniper of your caliber cut hair.”
“I knew that. And Dad should’ve known that too. He just never gave me much credit for anything.”
“Maybe he would have if you hadn’t tortured him so much.”
“Maybe I wouldn’t have tortured him so much if he'd ever tried to just accept me as I am.”
Owen turned to look at him. “And maybe you’ve got to do that for yourself first before expecting him to. If you quit giving a shit what he thought, he’d figure you’re ready to stand on your own.”
Val shrugged. “Whatevs. I’m over it. The way I see it, the old man got the son he wanted, so it’s all good.” He looked at Owen. “I’ve been wondering something lately. You think our dads were involved in this Omni World Order shit?”
Owen hit mute and stared at Val. “Where the hell did that come from?”
“We know from Blade’s mom that it was in full swing at least a generation before all of us. The progress Rocco’s making with those docs she hid indicates it was well underway long before that, even. I’m just trying to make the pieces fit the puzzle.”