Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me over, pulling my hips up until I was on my knees before thrusting inside me again. Gripping me by the back of the neck, he pushed down until my cheek was against the bed. He held me there as he ground into me over and over.
Curling my fingers into the sheets, I surrendered to all he was doing to me. Surrendered to everything I felt. Everything he was doing. Everything I was feeling. It was all so good.
He fucked me mercilessly until I was crying with the intensity from being driven from one climax to another. It was insane. Wild. Primitive.
I loved it.
The warmth of his sweat dripped down on me, and I pushed up onto my hands until my back was connected with his front. His arms encircled my waist and held me still as he thrust up into me, his mouth sucking the lobe of my ear then my neck.
He shifted us again, and I was on top, glad to be able to see his face. His green eyes blazed as I rode him, grinding my clit into him hard. His fingers pinched my nipples as I set a new pace, driving down over and over.
“Lean back,” he instructed, and I did, changing the angle and giving him better access to my clit. I keened, unsure if I could survive another orgasm, but knew that I had no choice.
And when I came one last time, he finally found his own release.
***
Waking up in Kane’s arms was like waking up next to a furnace. It was a good thing I was cold natured, or I wouldn’t have been able to breathe.
As quietly as I could, I rolled over so I could see his face, and moaned.
Holy vagina.
I was sore.
Everywhere.
And I needed to pee.
Rolling again, I managed to get off the bed without waking Kane and limped/walked to the bathroom. I found myself humming “Side to Side” as I shut the door behind me.
Wow.
His bathroom was bigger than my living room, a huge tub taking center stage.
Moving slowly to the faucets, I gave them a turn. A nice hot bath would be wonderful about now.
Last night had been a fantasy. A dream. And if I wasn’t so sore, I’d wonder if it had even been real. But every step I took was evidence of how real it was.
Turning, I looked in the mirror, wondering if I looked different after a night such as that. I gasped. I did look different. I had at least a dozen marks on my body.
I looked closer. Were those teeth marks? Yes. And hickeys? Crap. My hips bore the bruises from his hands. I was glad it was getting cooler outside because I’d be wearing a turtleneck or scarf for a while. It was worth it.
I examined one of the black marks closer. I’d never had one before. I wondered when I got it. Sex session one, two, or three?
Staring at myself, I recalled how it felt to have him driving into me, his breath ragged in my ear as he yelled my name. My hand on his chest, his grandmother’s ring gleaming on my hand as he made me come.
“Stop it,” I told myself. “Just stop.”
This wasn’t real.
Averting my gaze, I tied my hair into a knot on top of my head before stepping into the steaming tub. I whined as the hot water touched the raw spots as I sat down. Finding the button for the jets, I turned them on and leaned back, closing my eyes.
“You look like a mermaid.”
I jolted upright, swearing as my body sang with the movement. Kane was sitting on the edge of the tub in only a pair of boxers, grinning down at me.
“Then I must be in mermaid heaven,” I sighed.
He frowned and leaned closer, reaching out a hand to lift my chin. “Did I do that?” He stroked a finger down my neck, touching both hickeys with his fingers.
I grinned up at him. “If it wasn’t you, I’m running screaming from this apartment.”
He was still frowning. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“You didn’t. You fucked me — hard.” I deepened my voice on the last word.
That got a little smile from him. “It was fun.”
Fun?
“Intense feels more appropriate to me. Crazy. Amazing. But, yeah, fun could work too.” I examined his face. “Are you alright?”
He nodded and stood, slipping off his boxers before sinking down into the water. Sliding in behind me, he pulled me into the vee of his legs, my back cradled against his chest.
He hissed, and I laughed. “You sore too?”
“You, my dear, rode me raw. And dammit if I don’t want you again.”
I turned until our eyes connected. “If you touch me anywhere below my belly button, I’ll have to cut your penis off.”
He winced. “Message received. Besides, we have brunch with my parents in an hour so—”
I sat up straight. “Oh no, I completely forgot about that!” Panic hit hard and fast, a jolt of adrenaline shooting through my system. “I don’t have any clothes. Or makeup. Shit. My hair.”
Kane laughed. “Simmer down. Let’s get dried off. I’ll get dressed, and we’ll head over to your place. You can wear some of my sweats and a t-shirt, so you don’t have to drag that fancy dress back on for your walk of shame.”
I fake glared at him but relaxed a little bit. Leaping from the tub, I reached for a towel.
“Fuck.”
I whirled around. “What’s wrong?”
He was staring at me. “I really hurt you. You’re bruised everywhere. Shit, I’m a fucking animal. Why aren’t you running for your life?”
I turned to the mirror. “It isn’t that bad, and I enjoyed it in the moment, so it’s my fault too. Besides, I’m so fair-skinned, the tiniest bruise stands out.”
He didn’t seem convinced.
“What are you doing? We have to hurry. Do you know how long it takes to blow dry this mop of hair? You can rub liniment on me later if it makes you feel better, but right now, we need to go!”
Kane rose from the water, looking like a god rising from the ocean’s depths. I blew out a breath. “You are one fine looking human being, Bartholomew.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Of course that name takes the whole god-like thing down a notch or two, I think.” He narrowed his eyes even further, and I laughed. “Just kidding. I love the name. That’s what we’ll call our fake baby.”
“Are you always this crazy in the morning?”
I grinned. “Come on, FF. Find me some clothes so we can continue to lie to the faces of your family.”
CHAPTER NINE
Kane
Lie.
I didn’t want all this to be a lie.
We were in a taxi, and Eliana was chattering a mile a minute, running her fingers through her tangled hair. She had decided that we didn’t have time for her to wash it, so it had to go up.
“Oh God,” she whispered.
“What?”
She glanced at the driver and lowered her voice even more. “I think this is your, you know, cum.” She looked mortified as she lifted the stiff strand to her nose for a sniff test, said nose wrinkled in disgust.
I couldn’t help it, I snorted. “You didn’t think it was so disgusting last night when you—”
She slapped a hand over my mouth. “It’s not funny,” she hissed. “Your semen was supposed to be in a condom, not There’s Something About Mary. Gross. I’ll have to really wash it now. I’m not going.”
She was adorable. I’d never met anyone who made me feel so many emotions at once.
“You’re going. Just put on a hat.”
She seemed to consider it. “That’s an idea. Of course, I’ll look like a moron wearing a scarf and hat in mid-September, Hoover boy.”