Killian

by Ryan Michele

  “That shit just ended.”

  Ended? He was joking, right? The fear washed away, and anger took its place. Fuck him. He didn’t get to come in and change my life because he decided he was ready for me. I still didn’t even comprehend what the hell that meant.

  “No! Killian, this is not how this shit works! It’ll end when I want it to. You”—I jabbed my index finger at him—“do not get to dictate my life.”

  “Your tongue was down my throat. My hands on that sweet ass of yours. You’re mine, and not a man on this fuckin’ planet will stand in the way of that. So when I say that shit just ended, Ellie, that shit is dead.”

  “You sound like some caveman! What the fuck is the matter with you!?!” My hands went to my hips in what I called bitch-stance mode. It was a sign the conversation was seriously deteriorating. My brother knew it well. This was the warning to stand down.

  A millisecond later, he was in my space. “I’m a fuckin’ man. No man wants to see his woman being held or fuckin’ kissed by another man. That shit doesn’t happen.”

  “I didn’t kiss him. He kissed me!” It was a sorry excuse, but it was all I had. Really, I may have kissed Baker back just a touch, but as soon as I realized it wasn’t Killian, I stopped. Not that I’d ever tell him that shit. Fuck that.

  “I should turn you over my fuckin’ knee and spank that sweet as hell ass.”

  My spine stiffened. “Don’t even think about it.” Retreat was the only way to go, and I stepped backward, but he didn’t let me get far. Maybe a bigger house would have been nice, except I lived where I lived. In that moment I had no escape.

  “That bullshit got you punishment.”

  “Fuck your punishment.”

  Killian was on me, his hands in my hair, mouth on mine, and kissing me with all the power his body possessed. Baker was a fleeting memory. What we were talking about vanished. Everything in the world stopped, and all I could feel was Killian and his lips.

  Lost in sensation.

  Lost in lust.

  Lost in passion.

  I got lost in him, and my mind went blank.

  My fingers sifted through the back of his hair. It was so damn soft and long enough to get a good grip on it. My body hummed, feeling his hard length between us, and my core began to throb. His hands came to my ass. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to the bedroom.

  My eyes were closed, and I was consumed by his mouth. My back hit the bed, and his weight fell on top of me. In a flash, my shorts and panties were gone. The air didn’t even hit my pussy before his fingers were plunging in my wet depths as his mouth hit my lips, and I felt his tongue tickle my clit.

  My vision blurred. My body hummed. I was burning with a need I had never experienced in my entire life.

  “Fuck!” I cried out as my orgasm continued to build.

  The heights he was taking me to made me dizzy. Every single inch of my body was tingling as he grazed my sensitive sex with his teeth before sucking hard, stretching me and adding a second finger. My walls clamped down on his digits as I began to tense and shake. The climax came over me as I arched up and grabbed his head, holding it to me as my body released.

  I fell back on the bed, limp, as he tenderly and slowly worked my body through the aftershocks. He removed his fingers from me and lifted his head.

  Those sapphire eyes of his seemed to twinkle as he lifted his fingers and sucked each one in his mouth as if it was the best meal he had tasted in his life. I felt myself dampen in new desire simply from the passion radiating off of him. I didn’t think I could take anything else when his palm cupped my pussy, and he began to rock against me without letting his fingers enter me again. Every part of me began to reawaken as his other hand slid up my shirt and tweaked my pert nipple.

  “Killian, please,” I begged as he continued this delicate torture.

  “No,” he muttered, never taking his eyes from mine.

  What the hell was he doing to me?

  “Killian Graham, do not use sex as a weapon!” I half panted my frustration.

  He tilted his head in a way that I found amusing as he studied me and took in my words.

  “Say you’re mine,” he whispered in the dark.

  As his palm rocked against my pussy, he teased the edge of my opening with his fingertip. Just enough pressure to keep me on edge.

  “Killian, fuck me or don’t touch me anymore!” I was a desperate woman. While I had just had the best orgasm of my life, Killian had worked my body into a frenzy once again.

  Something in my eyes must have told him the time for negotiating or arguing, whichever way one wanted to describe our situation, was over. He promptly pulled away, stood up, dropped his jeans and briefs before retrieving a condom from his pocket and sheathing his length.

  What a length he had too.

  It wasn’t only long, but he was wide. The veins on the edge building to a perfect mushroom tip. If I hadn’t been so consumed with my own orgasm, I could thoroughly enjoy tasting him.

  Before I could truly appreciate the male specimen in front of me, he was over me and entering me in a swift movement as a cry tore from my throat. His intrusion caused both pain and pleasure that was intoxicating and had me revving into overdrive.

  Killian didn’t kiss me; instead, he kept his eyes locked to mine as he began to move in and out of me slowly, penetrating deeply.

  I had to blink several times because I felt vulnerable and exposed like never before. “Settle in,” he whispered. I let go of my inhibitions, rocking up to meet his thrust.

  In time we were in a rhythm that had me panting in line with each thrust.

  Killian Graham was an exceptional kisser.

  But he took sex to an entirely new level. A level that had never been in my grasp.

  Clutching on to him and meeting him thrust for thrust, it didn’t take long before we both fell over the edge. Everything in my body felt electrified to the point of almost burning.

  Killian’s lips touched mine, and I got lost in them, the euphoria of what we’d just shared still strong in the air.

  “Be right back,” he whispered, climbing off and heading to the bathroom.

  As if a bucket of cold water was splashed on me, the reality of what had happened came crashing down.

  What in the fuck had I just done? I wondered, laying there staring at the ceiling. My body completely sated and mind racing with what a complete and total moron I was.

  I had sex. With Killian. Awesome, amazing, life-altering sex.

  Seriously, I’d lost my damn mind.

  Yes, I was certifiable. In fact, I should have been the one in the white jacket and in a padded room.

  The man was a jerk, and I gave him the one thing I could never take back.

  Me.

  No lover from my past ever touched the erotic experience and intimacy we'd just shared. I couldn’t help but somehow know in my very subconscious no one would ever in the future either.

  Killian Graham ruined me forever, and I was the fool who half begged for it.

  Killian came back from the bathroom, his body on full display. My thighs quivered. Yes. Quivered! The man kept himself in shape, and damn if I didn’t want to go down his happy trail once more. Instead, I turned back to the ceiling, feeling him approach me.

  His weight shifted the bed, and as much as I should resist him pulling me into him, I didn’t. I just went like the idiot I was. I didn’t know what it was, but something with him was impossible for me to deny.

  “Babe,” he said, but I kept quiet. What was there to say? Thanks for fucking me, now get the hell out and never talk to me again. Even though that was the best sex I’d ever had in my life, I’d be pleased if you’d leave. Yeah, that would be swell.

  Killian shifted us to our sides, and I closed my eyes wanting to block him out. I could feel his gaze on me. This was so wrong.

  “Ellie. Open your eyes.”

  “No,” I responded.

  “Babe.” I felt
his body move like he was chuckling so, of course, I had to open my eyes to see him. Sure enough.

  Laughing.

  Well, I didn’t find this funny. “There is nothing to laugh about.”

  “Ellie, you tryin’ to block me out is fuckin’ funny. You should know it won’t work.”

  A growl came up throat. “It could! If you weren’t you! This would absolutely work!” I fired back, not liking that he was amused by everything that had happened today. There was nothing to be amused about. Nothing!

  “Gorgeous, all that shit in your head, we’ll get it sorted.”

  “Stay out of my head!” I had the sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t listen to, and I was right because his grin grew wider. Dammit.

  “Want you in my bed tonight,” he ordered, and I realized the hours had swiftly passed in the chaos of our evening.

  Umm. No. “Fuck no.” His bed was not my bed, and I was all about staying in my own lane from now going forward.

  “Either you come, or I find you and make you come.”

  “You can’t make me do a damn thing.”

  His brows lifted, making me rethink that statement. I was thinking he would even if he had to tie me up and carry me. Which I figured, being the macho-tough-guy he was, he would without hesitation.

  “Thinkin’ you aren’t following along. You said crayon style before so, Ellie, here ya go. My cock was just inside you. Means you’re mine. I protect what’s mine. And at my place, the Bakers of the world will stay the fuck away. That I can fuckin’ promise.”

  I felt my eyes narrow. “Yeah. We need to talk about that.”

  “Gotta run. Got shit to do.” He released me abruptly, rolled off the bed, and pulled on his jeans sans underwear. That was a vision I did not need to be thinking about all damn day, but I feared it would be burned in my retinas forever.

  “So do I, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t come back.” I bit out each word. Yeah, it was a lie. I did want him to come back; only I knew continuing this would end in disaster.

  “Oh, you want me back.” He tugged on his black long-sleeved tee, covering up all the beautiful ink on his arms. That was a shame. “You want me to fuck you … again.”

  “You asshole,” I growled, tossing my feet over the side of the bed and wrapping my body in the sheet that I pulled with me.

  “Call me whatever you want. Just call me.” He smirked like the cocky bastard he was. “My numbers are programmed in your cell.” When the hell did he have time to do that? “And you and I both know exactly where you want me.” He came to me, kissed my lips, then was gone. I didn’t even hear the front door close. Not caring, I raced to the front door and locked the deadbolt. In the quiet and semi-darkness of my house, I let the thoughts cascade through my mind.

  “So, Ellie. You just fucked a super-hot badass of a man and had the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. How are you going to get out of this one?” I asked myself.

  I had no answer.

  7

  Ellie

  “Tell me everything!” Bri practically cheered as she stepped over the threshold, bumping me out of the way.

  “Sure, come on in.”

  “Ellie!” she growled, plopping herself on my couch, kicking off her shoes, and tucking her legs underneath her, ready for a good gossip. Too bad this time I was the topic. But this was Bri, and I told her everything. Top to toe.

  When I looked over at Bri, her mouth was hanging open, and it took her a moment to blink. I snapped my fingers in front of her face, and her body jerked. “Stop it,” she said, batting my hands away from her face.

  “Well?”

  “Under normal circumstances, I’d think breaking into your house was a bit over the top, but…”

  When she paused a bit longer than she needed to, I snapped, “But what?”

  “It’s hot as fuck, Ellie.”

  “It’s fucking crazy,” I responded back.

  “I’ve been asking around about him.” This perked me up, and I leaned in a bit as she continued. “I guess he’s gone for several months at a time working.”

  “What do you think he does?”

  “I’ve been trying to figure that out, but everyone is zipped up tight. Judging from the other night, some kind of Rambo/mercenary/bounty hunter/badass fighter thing.”

  “All that?”

  She shrugged. “I mean, he found us and whisked us away like some badass superhero. He was just missing the cape.”

  “Hero?” I shook my head. “He almost choked Baker to death.”

  “Good.” My eyes widened as she remained steadfast. “What? He’s a dick. Only comes around to get a piece of ass, then he goes off to whatever he has back home.”

  “He has someone?”

  Bri rolled her eyes. “Come on. You know he does.”

  I searched my memory banks, but we'd never really talked about his life at home. We just rolled with it. He didn’t wear a ring, and I hoped like hell he didn’t take it off to come to see me. That would seriously piss me off. I’d made a lot of mistakes in my life, but sleeping with someone else’s man was a no-go for me. Now I couldn’t shake the way I felt. In my head, I began scrutinizing every bit of time we spent together.

  “Jesus,” I said, looking up at the ceiling, my mind reeling from this epiphany.

  “But you don’t have to worry about Baker anymore. Killian apparently told him what the deal was.”

  “Which is…” she led on.

  “He called me his woman. I don’t even know the man.”

  “You know his body,” she said with a smirk like a proud peacock. She had no idea the man should be proud of what he could do with his body.

  “Yeah. That’s for damn sure.”

  The back door to the house slammed open. Everything happened so fast, but in slow motion at the same time. I jumped up, seeing a man with short-cropped hair, all black clothes, and a gun in his hand stalking toward us. “Bri!” I cried out as the man ordered to us both, “Get down!”

  One second I was standing; the next I was on the ground because my living room blew up in a hail of what I assumed to be gunfire. The man from the back door tackled Bri and me, covering us as glass shattered all around. Drywall dust, picture frames, and everything in between was being destroyed. Cushion filling flew in the air like cotton candy. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. This was insane.

  The sound was so loud I covered my ears and shut my eyes, willing it all to go away. When that didn’t work, I looked for an escape route, but I didn’t have to find one.

  The man on top of me yelled, “You two, crawl low but fast. Do not go in a straight line. Go into the second bedroom closet, and do not come out until I get you.”

  I had no idea who this man was, but something inside told me to listen.

  One, because the second bedroom was an interior room, only one wall to the outside. Two, because the closet was the central location of the house with no exterior points.

  “Okay!” I cried out over the bullets flying. Bri’s eyes were wide, but she nodded, and she was still focused on me rather than freaking out.

  The Army crawl.

  I remembered it from grade school when we had to go under a net and do it in the shortest amount of time possible. I hated that damn crawl because I always sucked at it, but in this moment I was damn happy for the practice.

  Like Army women, we crawled. A bullet whizzed by my ear. As if I weren’t freaked enough, now the damn things were getting closer. Bri and I moved fast. We had no idea where the guy wearing all black was, but we didn’t care.

  It took longer to get from point A to point B with death right on your heels. Or at least it felt that way in the moment. We made it into the bedroom, and I pushed Bri into the closet first.

  “Ouch!” she cried out, her hand coming up with a mousetrap hanging off the tips of her fingers. She shook her hand, trying to get it off to no avail. Her eyes welled with tears.

  “Shit!” I cried out, reaching over to pull the metal apart and r
eleasing her fingers. “I’m so sorry,” I whisper yelled as Bri shook out her hand, tears rolling down her face. I pressed her down to the ground and put myself on top of her.

  My poor Bri. I swore about a month ago a mouse ran across my floor, but after putting the traps out, not getting it and never seeing it again, I figured it was just a figment of the imagination. Guess I’d forgotten one of the traps.

  Pings could still be heard, but they were tapering off. Then silence.

  “Should we?” Bri started to ask, but I shushed her and listened for something—anything to get us the hell out of here. The man in black said to wait for him. As much as listening to a stranger didn’t sit well with me, he’d just saved our asses, so I'd figured this one time I should stay in place.

  We stayed quiet for a long time as I tried and failed to come up with a plan.

  Neither of us had our cells, and I didn’t have a landline in the house. That needed to be added to my to-do list. Every room was getting a damn phone in it.

  The door to the closet opened, my head darting that way as I shifted to ensure I was in front of Bri. Killian stood in jeans, a long-sleeved black shirt, and a gun in his hand.

  Relief like no other filled me, seeing Killian and having him here. How that emotion was the first I thought at the sight of him was something to ponder at another time.

  “Is it over?” I asked him, and it came out quieter than I’d anticipated, but hello—we were just shot at! Any woman would lose her mind over that shit.

  “Yeah, babe. Come out.”

  Bri climbed out from around me first, and I followed, still stunned. “You’re sure it’s over?” I asked again as he wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me to him, my body colliding with his. My arms instantly went around him as the shakes hit me. They were slow at first but got progressively worse.

  “Yeah. It’s over. My guys are all out here.”

  “Your guys?” I asked against his chest.

  “Yeah. You okay?” He pulled me away and started inspecting me from toe to head. He was incredibly calm … I was not.

  Bri had tears in her eyes, and I went to her and pulled her into my arms and held her tight. She sagged her weight into me and, somehow, I took it, the tremors going away.