"Come here," Killian whispers. His voice is quiet, even though when we tiptoed past Chloe's room earlier she was finally out, sprawled out on her bed with her mouth hanging open, looking more like a passed-out college student than a kid.
I pause for a second, mostly because I'm taking in the view of Killian naked in my bed, his back propped up on pillows, legs stretched out, proudly displaying the hardest dick I've ever seen.
"Quit looking at the goods and get over here and sit on my cock." Killian grins, clearly pleased with himself.
"Lucky me. I'm dating a poet," I say sarcastically. But I climb up on the bed anyway, hovering over with a leg on either side of him, but not giving him what he wants yet. He runs his hand down the middle of my back, pulling me closer until his mouth envelops my breast. His touch sends warmth flowing through my body, my nipples hardening at the sensation, and when he reaches between my legs, he groans.
"You're so wet. You're always so wet."
I want to tell him that's only true because of him. I can't remember ever feeling this needy ever before, or being in this kind of constant state of arousal the way I am for him.
He teases me with his cock, pressing it against my clit, then against my entrance until I can't take it any longer. The feeling of fullness nearly knocks the wind out of me for a moment as I slide onto his shaft, but I settle onto him as he takes my face in his hands and kisses me the way he did downstairs on the sofa.
His hands wander over my body, caressing my breasts and kneading my ass as I rock on him, slowly gathering momentum. When I close my eyes, he calls my name. "Look at me. I want to see you."
Looking into his eyes only makes it more intimate, more connected as I ride him. Soon we find a steady rhythm, our hips moving in sync, and the rhythm builds as we get closer. This time, there's no dirty talk, no calling out each other's names, no screaming orgasms.
This time, both of us are quiet, focused.
This time, the intensity builds to the point where I feel like I'm going to explode. Killian covers my mouth with his to mute my groan me as I come hard. My orgasm triggers his, and I nearly come again as my muscles squeeze his cock, milking every last drop from him until he's drained. I cling to him, my fingernails digging into his back, hanging onto him until our ragged breath is the only sound in the stillness of the room.
Afterward, I lie on my side in bed, nestled in the crook of his arm with my head on his chest and my leg thrown over his. I listen to his slow and steady heartbeat as he strokes my arm with the tip of his finger. "Killian?"
"Mmm-hmm?"
"You never asked anything else about my husband."
He's silent for a moment. "I figured if you wanted to tell me, you'd tell me. I can be patient."
I can't help but snort, remembering exactly how patient he wasn't when he pressed me up against the counter in the bakery, his hands on my thighs, my ass, and between my legs. "You? Patient?"
He smacks me lightly on the ass. "Sometimes."
"My husband – Adam – was a cop." I pause, my heart beating wildly in my chest at the prospect of telling this to Killian, the possibility of facing his potential judgment. I'll never forget the looks the other cop wives gave me, disgust or pity or anger, depending on whether their husbands were as involved in the scandal as mine. "A dirty cop. Really dirty, I mean."
"That's your big secret? You married a dirty cop? As far as secrets go, that's sort of a letdown," Killian teases.
But I keep going, focused on making him understand. "When they told me he was shot, it was like my worst fear had come to life. I thought he had been shot on the job. Then afterward, everything started coming out. He was…" My voice falters, a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "I found out later. He was running girls. Underage girls. Runaways, mostly, from all over the place."
"Shit."
"His death – I thought it was in the line of duty, but it wasn't. It was blue on blue – except they were both criminals." I laugh bitterly. "His death blew everything wide open. There was a huge investigation, a whole ring of cops involved in it, ones who took money or just looked the other way, or ones like Adam who were… personally involved." Thinking of Adam's personal involvement makes me shudder.