Kane's Hell

“Does it ever occur to you to call before you just show up unannounced?”


“No,” she said incredulously as though I’d lost my mind. Hilde sighed. “Mark is upset with me. When I told him about the other morning, he said I was a B-I-T-C-H to Kane.”

“You were.” I glanced over my shoulder, and Kane was just pulling away from my back.

Hilde sighed again. “We want you both to come over for dinner tomorrow.”

I stared at Kane, and he watched me calmly, clueless as to what my deranged sister was proposing.

“I’ll have to check with Kane.”

Kane’s eyebrows shot up.

“Well, I assumed you were with him,” Hilde said smartly.

I rolled my eyes. “Hold on.” I covered what I assumed was the microphone on the bottom of my phone, and I looked at Kane for a moment.

He cocked his head to the side as he grinned at me. “Yes…” He drew out the word.

“Hilde and Mark want us to come to dinner tomorrow at their place.”

It was one long nod as Kane’s chin raised and slowly sank, and the entire time his brow was furrowed in a line of worry.

“You can say no,” I said.

“No he can’t,” Hilde muttered in my ear.

Clearly I had no idea where the microphone was.

“I’m guessing Hilde’s not accustomed to people saying no to her,” Kane commented wryly.

“I heard that,” Hilde all but yelled in my ear.

“How about I say yes?” Kane smirked.

“Okay.”

He took a deep breath. “Then yes it is.” He leaned to my side, and he licked slowly along the side of my ribcage before he kissed the trail he’d made with his tongue.

I shivered, and my skin prickled with goosebumps. “Yes,” I said breathlessly into the phone.

“Good. Mark is smoking ribs. You guys could come to church with us tomorrow morning if you’d like.”

“Uh…” There was no way in hell that was going to happen. “…no thanks.”

“You sure. I bet Jake would love to see you.”

I sighed. “I actually saw Jake a couple nights ago. He seems … well,” I said.

Kane leaned back from my body once again, gnawing on the inside of his lip as he watched me.

“Okay. Then try to be here about one.”

“We’ll be there.”

I hung up moments later, and Kane watched me warily. He laid down with his head toward the foot of the bed and studied me.

“It’s almost ten.” I smiled at him, but my cheeks were warming thanks to the sudden silence.

His eyes were slowly moving over my body, studying, staring, and invading me. He nodded as his eyes kept roving. “How did you get in my house, out of curiosity?”

“There’s still a key hidden behind the downspout.”

He smiled. “I’d forgotten all about that.”

He pulled my nearest leg over his body, and I instantly reached between my legs and covered my crotch. He shook his head as he pulled my hand away. He stroked a finger between the lips of my sex as my thighs tremored. The lightest touch ran over my clit, and it sent a jolt of need through my body. He parted my lips with his fingers, studying me.

“Lean back,” he whispered.

I lounged back on my elbows so I could see him, and his fingers grazed gently over my skin. He moved closer, resting his cheek on the inside of my farthest thigh as my other leg stayed over his body. His fingers continued to gently spread me open and lightly stroke my skin. It was such a strangely intimate and casual way to be with him.

“You’re very pink this morning,” he said as he glanced up at me. “Was I too rough?”

“No.”

He looked at my eyes for a moment. “Are you sore?” His focus returned to studying and touching me.

“Yes.” The ache was deep and far more painful than I’d expected. But there was also something very pleasant about his ache.

Kane pushed himself up to sit, and he pulled my legs over his until we were tangled together, sitting close to one another—so close my hard, jutting nipples nearly brushed his chest. He reached for my chin, stroking his thumb across my lower lip, and then he kissed me, letting his lips linger against mine. “Are you okay?” he asked. “You’re being a little quiet.”

I was being quiet all of a sudden—as though I wasn’t quite sure what to say to him now that I didn’t have the distraction of Hilde.

“I’m fine,” I said just as quietly as he’d accused me of being.

He held my face close to his, so close I could look into his eyes but still feel the warmth of his breath on my lips.

“Are you being quiet because my cock was inside you last night? Does that make you shy?”

A very visible shudder ran through my body, and I bit my lip as I nodded.

“It’s just me, baby.” He kissed the corner of my mouth.

If he only knew just how shy his very words were making me. It was an absolutely incredible shyness though, and all I wanted was for him to keep talking.

“Did you like looking in my eyes as I fucked you? Knowing what we were doing? Is that why those cheeks are so pink right now?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like touching our skin as my cock slid into your *?”

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