He tipped back enough to look at me again.
“No.” His Adam’s apple bobbed, his hands going to my hips. He pulled out, setting me back on my feet, tucking himself back into his pants. Something in my chest fluttered with panic. Still throbbing from my release, I wanted him to be back inside me, filling me again.
He clasped my arms, peering at the ground, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
Shit. Would things turn awkward now? Would he regret it? Tell me it was a mistake.
When his head rose, his blue eyes burned with passion. “We get back to the hotel now or I’m fucking you in this alley again.”
Desire flamed through my chest and up to my cheeks. “Race you.” I grinned before darting out toward the street, his footsteps pounding the pavement behind me.
The hotel was more than a ten-minute walk.
We made it in six.
My lids lifted, the night still coating the room in darkness, confusion on where I was stumbled my mind for a few moments until I felt warm skin brush against my ass, twisting me over onto my stomach.
Smith slept on his back, one leg bent, bumping into me, his arms tucked under his pillow, his face relaxed and peaceful, but his scars and tattoos still caused him to look dangerous and rugged.
The sheet barely covered him, making me bite my lip, the need to run my hands and tongue over every inch of him, tracing his tattoos and discovering all his scars, tingled my body. One scar I found on his lower stomach, jagged and long, had me curious about how he got it.
Crap! He was sexy as hell. And I had sex with him. Twice now.
When we got back to my room, he flung me on the bed and was between my legs in a blink. We took a little more time discovering each other, but once again need took over, and he had me screaming his name so loud it was embarrassing. It was intense and fierce, and we passed out right after.
Scarcely two hours of sleep and my body was awake and wanting more. He woke something in me. Turned me into a fiend in a second.
To all the women I judged for being obsessed with him before, the fact Angie and Kasey still claim him as their best ever, I’m sorry.
I. Get. It.
Holy shit, do I get it.
“Just wait, Kins. One day a guy is going to make you lose all sense.”
I sighed, rubbing at my head, hearing my sister’s words come back to haunt me.
Kasey.
Dammit.
There was guilt, but not enough for me to even think about stopping, which was what made me feel horrible. Kasey had been with him before, slept with him, put her claim on him.
She was my sister, and I completely betrayed her. Scouring my face, I grunted under my breath.
“Don’t.” A palm slid across my ass, trailing over my skin.
My head jerked up to him. He rolled on his side, tucking one hand under his head.
“I can see the doubt creeping in. The voices starting to whisper in your ear.” His hand caressed my ass, stopping at the top of the gap. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“My sister.”
He dipped down the crevice, halting my breath, before he dragged his fingers back up. They grazed up to my back, his brow furrowing at the scraps and cuts across my back from the brick wall. “These hurt?”
“I’m fine.” I grinned. “War wounds.”
He snorted, tracing each one.
“Your sister has no say or right on me or what you do.” He rubbed softly over my skin, his hand going back down and pausing at the old nettle wounds still marking my skin. My entire backside was a journal, reminding me of what I had done on this trip. “Was that our first night together? And I was already in trouble. You know how hard it was to have my hands on this ass and walk away?”
I knew. Though I really tried to deny it then.
“But when I walked the line…” His fingers gliding over one cheek, dipping between them like he did the first night, this time following the crevasse farther, his fingers grazing my folds. My legs instantly parted for him, feeling needy and wet. “You hadn’t stopped me.”
I hadn’t.
“Would you have let me do this?” His thumb rubbed against the hole as his finger slipped inside me. “Or this?” His thumb pushed in.
“Oh god.” My neck dropped back, the sensation blasting through me. I gasped as he forced in deeper, my nails digging into the bed as my back curved.
Another thing I had never wanted anyone touching. Reading books or hearing Sadie talk about it, I would shake my head. Not for me.
Shit, Smith was turning me into a liar.
“Funny you come across as uptight, but you aren’t at all.” He moved in closer, muttering huskily in my ear. Pumping into me, the movement dragging me over the sheets, turning every nerve to fire. “You are so responsive, so fucking sexy… makes me wonder how dirty I can get you.”
“Do it.” I didn’t care if I crossed every line; I never thought I would, as long as he continued to make me feel this incredible.
A rumble came from him, pulling his hand away from me.
“Get on your knees. Grip the headboard,” he directed.
I moved quickly, my palms rolling over the wood frame. His body moved behind mine, his hands gliding down my sides, tugging my ass out farther, parting my legs.
“I’ve wanted to do this far longer than I’d ever admit.” His nose ran up between my ass, his words mummering against my sex, his teeth scraping my inner thigh, before I felt his tongue lick through me.
“Ooooohhh godddd,” I moaned, pushing back into him. I felt him chuckle at my neediness, his tongue exploring deeper.
Sounds I never even heard an animal make huffed and cried through the air as he started to devour me like he needed this to live.
“You taste so fucking good. Jesus, Kins… I’m never gonna get enough.” He added in his fingers, his lips sucking and tugging on me.
Whimpers and screams tore from my throat. A neighbor pounded on the wall, but I didn’t care who heard us.
Every lick or nip shot me toward the cliff, my head already floating with bliss.
“Smith. Oh fuck,” I cried, my orgasm walking the line.
“Not yet.” He was loving tormenting me.
“Please…” I begged, my limbs quaking.
“You sure?”
“Yes!”
“No.”
“You bastard! I hate you.”
He snickered. Then as he bit down on my clit, his thumb pushed back into my ass, hitting the nerves.
Boom.
That was what it felt like inside—a bomb ripping through my senses, coloring the back of my lids as a howl echoed off the walls.
Shuttering and gasping, I felt him pull away, but I didn’t come down for a while more. Frozen by the extreme sensations running over my body like a horse race.
No words came to me that would describe that. Incredible, amazing, mind-blowing… none of them seemed to be enough.
“Jesus, Smith,” I croaked. He moved up behind me, his teeth nipping at my shoulder. Perspiration glided between my breasts and down my back, his tongue following the trail, lapping at my skin. I thought there would be no way I could go again anytime soon, but the feel of his hardness pressing between my ass, his hands cupping my breasts, his breath sliding over my skin, I heard myself moan again.
Insatiable.
That was how I felt with him.
That I would never have enough.
“Hope you enjoyed your two hours rest. It’s is the only reprieve you will get tonight. I’m gonna fuck you all night. It’s been too long, and you feel too fucking unbelievable to not be inside you.”
A long time? I thought Becca was still in the picture?
Not giving me any time to think past that, he dragged himself through me before slamming into me, puffing air in my lungs.
“Fuck. Smith!”
He wrapped his hand around my hair, tugging it roughly back. “Sorry, I’m not going to go easy. I need you too fucking bad.”
> “Don’t ever go easy. I want it all. Everything,” I challenged.
“Be careful what you ask for.” He growled in my ear before he yanked on my locks, thrusting so hard my eyes started to water. But I only wanted more.
His need dominated the room like he was possessed. As if it had been years, building up, and he finally snapped.
The bedframe cracked plaster off the wall, the sound of us was the only thing that filled the room. The man was a god in bed. I climaxed so hard I almost passed out, but he flipped me over, driving back into me.
The humidity outside and between us swelled so thick sweat dripped off us like raindrops. We broke for a moment, moving to shower, where he had me crying out again.
Stumbling out, our bodies wet and exhausted, he laid me back on the bed, discovering every inch of me with his mouth until we woke up our neighbors again.
We probably would have a million complaints. But for once I didn’t care. I let go, while Smith kept his promise to not give me any reprieve. Not that I complained one bit. I wanted it and more.
Our bodies finally gave out way after the sun rose.
Chapter 16
Smith
I stared up, the late-morning light flickering across the ceiling.
Shhhiiittt.
“Oh Smith… you are so fucked. Karma, my beautiful boy. This one will level you.”
Angie’s statement circled in my brain over and over.
I tilted my head, my gaze landing on the figure curled up next to me. My dick was chaffed and sore from how many times I took her last night and this morning but still twitched, rising at the mere sight of her: her bare skin as she slept on her stomach, the sheet barely covering her ass, her hair swirling down her scraped back, her head twisted toward me, her lips puffy from being bit and devoured.
Her skin was scratched and cut from the brick wall; bruises the shapes of fingerprints covered her entire body, along with beard burn.
Jesus, I turned barbaric on her. I was not a gentle guy, but I went full beast… .and she demanded more.
Kinsley surprised me. She was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Feral. Wild. Matched me, gave back, and was open and responsive to everything I tried. A few times she took control and left me winded and shattered.
She was more than I ever imagined… .
Exhaling, I ran my hand over my face, sensing how deep I was sinking. I could blame it on the fact it had been a damn long time since I had been with someone, but it wasn’t.
It was her.
Becca and I had a volatile, great sex life. But nothing, I mean nothing, like this. I had been so in love with her and still I knew there was no comparison. Kinsley was on a whole other plane. The way it felt to be inside her… I wanted to set up camp and never leave. Tasting her, kissing her, touching her.
Shit. I was such a colossal asshole. I couldn’t have her. I should have never crossed the line last night, but when I watched her dance, so free and sensual, and she gave me that look from across the room, desire and fire in her eyes. I was barely holding on. When she smiled at that blond, preppy Ken doll, I snapped.
She was mine.
But she couldn’t be. I wasn’t being fair or honest to her. She didn’t deserve this.
Aggravation blew out in a heavy burst, my fingers rubbing at the hammering in my head.
A hand reached out, skimming over my chest, jerking my head to the side. My skin instantly reacted to her touch like a salivating dog.
“Hey.” I couldn’t fight a slight smile tugging at my lips. She looked so fucking gorgeous.
“Hey,” she responded, her hand moving over my pecks to my tattoo. “What were you thinking about?”
“Noth—”
“Don’t tell me nothing. I know it was something.” Her teeth pulled in her bottom lip. “Are you regretting this? Me?”
“Regretting you?” My head shook. “No fucking way.” I reached over, tucking hair behind her ear.
I regret this can’t be more.
“If I didn’t think you were beyond sore from last night, I’d be inside you right now,” I replied bluntly, not able to hold the truth from coming out.
A coy smile ghosted her mouth, her cheeks blushing. “Funny, I suddenly feel fine.”
A rumble came up my throat as I rolled onto my side, clasping her face, my mouth finding hers.
Yep. Total asshole. And yet I couldn’t seem to stop.
She hooked her leg over my thigh, her lips nipping down my throat to my chest, her tongue trailing my tattoo as her hand skated over my ass to my hip.
“What is this from?” Her fingers retraced the scar on my side.
My chest tightened.
“A fight,” I answered, breathing her in, my tongue flicking against hers, causing a breathy hum to rise from her.
“Looks like a knife wound.”
Switchblade to be exact. “Like I said. A fight.” My fingers tangled in her hair, pushing my thigh into her, causing a breathy moan from her.
This is a perfect time. Tell her, a voice in my head demanded, but the declaration stuck in my throat, fear seizing it back like a thief.
“I can’t actually believe I’m here right now.” Her hand skated down my jaw, skimming the thick stubble along my chin. “With you.”
“Tell me about it.” I wrapped around her back, bringing her closer, my mouth brushing her cheek and nose. “Little Baby K in my bed.”
“Ugh. Don’t call me that.” Her hand drifted around my ass. I realized it had been a while since I had. When did it stop? When did my subconscious know she was something totally different to me? “And technically, it’s my bed.” She grinned up at me. “But seriously, if you told me nine years ago I’d be traveling across country with The Smith Blackburn, fucking him in an alleyway, I would have laughed my ass off.”
“And don’t forget with a dog named, Goat.” I snorted, thinking of his long ears and happy face. Crap, I missed that fluff ball.
“Never could forget him.” She licked her lips, swallowing roughly. “Not thinking past this moment. I’m glad your bike broke down.”
“Not thinking past this moment… I am too.” I kissed her softly. Jesus, I was being all mushy and sweet. Something I normally wasn’t. I wasn’t a cuddler or sweet talker. Sex… maybe stay for breakfast if I really liked you, and then separate ways.
Becca was an exception, but even then, neither of us were good at snuggling, ready to get on with our day. Jobs came first.
So why did the idea of lying next to Kinsley all day sound perfect?
Tell her. Tell her now.
“Kins?” My chest puffed like I was preparing for battle, her dark eyes meeting mine. They were like the darkest color of coffee and could shred all your secrets and barriers as you willingly dove into them, letting them drown you. “You know the construction job I said I was taking time from?” I licked my lips. “Well, it was mine. My business… Well, part of it anyway.”
“You own your own construction company?” She looked impressed.
“I used to.”
“You don’t anymore?”
“No.” The story of my past grasped my tongue, holding on for dear life, not wanting to leave my mouth.
“Do you want to? Have a company again?”
“Yeah.” I really did. It wasn’t only because it was all I felt I was good at, but I loved being out on a lot, building with my hands, creating something from scratch. “I do.”
“What about starting your own?” she asked.
“Haven’t thought much about it lately.” It had taken me a while to think about anything positive.
“You should!” Her eyes lit up. “I could help you. Business is what I studied after all. Can’t let my degree go to waste.”
“Is that what you want to do? Business?”
“Unlike my sister and brother, I have nothing I’m really interested in. No set direction.”
“Then what do you want to do, Kinsley Maxwell?” I brushed my hand over her cheek, wanting to kn
ow everything about this woman.
“I don’t know. That’s what this trip was about. Finding myself. Finding what I was meant to do.”
I snorted. “You know life doesn’t work like that. Like some movie where you go on a trip and suddenly all comes clear, your future set.” I tucked deeper into the pillow. “Believe me, life is messy, full of twists and turns. Once you think you got a handle on it, it flips it all over, destroying your world in a blink. Nothing is easy or simple.”
“It seems to be for Kasey and Kyle. Always has been.”
“I love your brother, you know that, but Kyle is not a deep person. He looks at life at surface level. So does Kasey. You are not like that at all. You never have been. Even when you annoyed the crap out of me, you saw more—past the façade people put up. Drove me insane when you’d look at me, peeling away all my bullshit.” I squeezed her ass. “But the deeper you see the layers and complexities of life, the more difficult it can be, but with it comes the beauty in truly seeing… really living.”
“Like?”
“Like the highs of being fully alive, living in the dark and light. Feeling it all. Do you think Kasey would jump from a bridge or have dirty sex in an alleyway where everyone can see? Can you picture Amie and Kyle breaking the headboard or getting complaints from neighbors?”
“No.” Pink tinted her face as she sucked in her bottom lip. “Not at all.”
“Because they wouldn’t. They would be shocked by it. Uncomfortable. I don’t want to live in a routine. Groundhog Day. Doing the same day over and over and forgetting to look up. I want to feel all the highs and lows. Appreciate them instead of just skimming the surface. Ugly, awful, beautiful, or dirty.” I inched closer to her. “And you don’t strike me as someone who really wants that either.”
“I don’t.”
“So out of all your classes, what made you feel the most excited? Don’t think… just answer.”
“My marketing class… when I got to be creative,” she said. “Designing logos, business cards, and advertisements for social media. I loved putting together ads. How a simple color could entice a customer or make them not want to buy. It was fascinating.”
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