But this sight didn’t scare me. It was my own arousal that did. That was fucked up.
“Should we just get this out of the way?” He ran his thumb under the waistband of his underwear, casually letting it trail under the material as he studied me. “Seeing doesn’t mean touching. It doesn’t mean sucking or fucking.” His voice was so calm, so warm. It was what I remembered from our childhood—the cool laid-back kid without a care in the world.
I nodded.
“Do you remember what I look like?” His thumb still toyed with his waistband, but his voice had lost that playful edge.
“Not really. Kind of, but…” My brow furrowed as I thought about it, and I finally sighed. “Not really,” I finally settled on the response.
When he pulled his underwear down, I sat up on the side of the bed, and when his erection sprang free as the fabric was pushed lower, I gasped, my lips trembled, and my focus shifted to his face. He pushed his underwear to the ground then, stepping out of them quickly as he walked toward me.
I glanced down again, but he reached swiftly for my cheeks, angling my face up to look at him as he leaned over to me. He held me there, staring at my eyes and refusing to let me look down again. “It’s just a part of me,” he whispered. “Not me, not who I am.”
I nodded rigidly, and I reached for his hips, clasping them tightly as I focused on his face.
“Please don’t make me a bad memory. Let me be a good one.”
My eyes were tearing again. “Okay.”
His thumbs brushed under my eyes, and as they swept the sides of my cheeks, he released his hold on me. I stared up at his face for a moment longer, but then I slowly glanced down along his body—my attention trailing over his tight, well-muscled chest to his abdomen. My fingers dug into his hips harder the lower I looked, and when my focus finally lit on the head of his cock that was jutting up high on his belly, my nails sank into his skin as he hissed.
I stared. I panted. I remembered the feel of him inside me. And as a momentary rush of panic coursed through my veins, I closed my eyes and I exhaled deeply. When I opened my eyes again, he was staring at me, studying my face. He leaned down again as my hands slipped from his hips, and he kissed me.
I heard the click of the lamp’s switch as he turned it off, and when he pulled back from my lips, it was dark. He crawled over my body, and then he pulled me into his arms. I could feel the length of him against my thigh as I slipped my leg between his. He groaned, and his head dropped to my shoulder.
“I don’t want to lose you again,” I whispered. “You asked me what I remember… I remember waking up alone.”
His body tensed for a moment, but then his arms tightened around me. “Good night, sweet Hell. I’ll see you when you wake.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kane
When I woke the next morning I was practically humping her. Actually, it was safer to say I was absolutely humping her. She was also grinding her * against my thigh again, and the quiet mewling sound she was making against my neck coupled with the slick wet feel of her cum on my leg had me stirred the fuck up. My breath caught in my throat as my cock pressed against her lower belly.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” My lips were to her ear, and my arms were clasped tight around her.
I could feel her pebble hard nipples against my chest. When she slipped her leg from between mine, it was to drape it over my hip. It put her * right on my cock, and it forced a deep groan from my chest. My hips rocked against her, sliding my dick against the wet slit of her sex. My desperation to get inside her became nearly overwhelming when the head of my cock slipped between her lips, and her fingers dug into my shoulders as she felt it.
I gripped her hip, holding her in place as the head of my dick toyed with her opening. “Can you feel how close we are? I’m one thrust away from filling you with my cock. Tell me you want me inside you.” My mouth stayed at her ear as I spoke, and her body trembled in my arms.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered quietly against my neck. “Oh, G—”
At just that moment, the sound of her front door being thrown open echoed back to us, and then it was the sound of an excited squealing little girl. Helene squealed too and threw the blankets over our heads just as the bedroom door opened.
“Auntie Heen-Hee!”
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” Helene said in a panic. Her eyes searched mine quickly under the tent of blankets.
I grimaced. “You can’t hide, baby,” I whispered.
Her face fell, and she rolled her eyes just before she pulled the blanket back and peeked out. She did not, however, let me out, and she pinned the blankets down in front of my face.