by Rhonda Lott
Dawn had crawled into the bed so dead tired she didn’t even remove her hiking boots. She earned her rest. Through the night she dozed on and off. Waking often, asking in that sweet sleepy voice of hers if he was ok.
Damn, but she was one tough lady. Shy, she described herself. He saw it sometimes, but mostly what he saw was a determined and remarkably brave woman. She deserved a lot more that what life had given her. A mom who didn’t show her any love, who always made her feel unacceptable. Kidnapped by a rabid monster like Mac Blanco, causing her to be on the run for two years to escape his clutches. Now, the icing on the cake, big boss Blanco was after her.
“Kane?” Dawn sleep laden voice brought him out of his thoughts.
“Hey, my sleeping beauty. I was supposed to kiss you to wake you up.” Kane sat beside her on the bed. Gazing upon her delicate oval face. Warm brown eyes locking with his, making him instantly hard as hell. The towel he wore made his condition blaringly obvious. Shit but he had to get a grip on his unruly dick. He couldn’t seem to help himself, all she had to do was look his way and his desire lit up like a forest fire.
Dawn closed her eyes. “Ok my prince, give it to me.” She grinned then puckered her full lips.
He laughed out loud. Dawn was too cute, he would have never guessed. Leaning in Kane tasted her sweet lips. He planned on a quick peck, but delved in deeper. Her sweet almond taste was delectable. Kane gave himself one more minute, yep, one minute then he would break away.
She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Kane felt the soft wet seeking of her tongue against his lips. He groaned, she pounced, invading his mouth and sparking fire down his spine. The want was so intense it was crippling.
Kane forced himself the pull away. Breathing rapidly, his chest rising and falling as if he’d run a mile, in July, up the side of a fucking mountain.
“No Dawn.” He was able to rasp out.
Dawn tilted her body inward towards him. “Yes, yes.” She slid him a seductive smile, eyes smoldering liquid brown, she wiggled her brows like Groucho Marx, lips pulling up at the corners.
Kane chuckled at her antics. The sexual tension was broken a bit. He hugged her close paying no heed to her dirty clothes and his just showered body. Pressing her back against the pillows, Kane moved down to remove her boots.
“I’m the funny one in this relationship young woman.” He told her as he placed her shoes next to the bed.
“And what am I?” She crocked her head.
“The sexy one.” Kane said, offering her his hand.
Dawn let him help her to her feet. “And is this a relationship?”
“I meant to say friendship.” Kane stepped back quickly.
Her eyes left his face and traveled down his body settling on the bulge beneath his towel.
“Friendship… right.” She said, trailing one finger down the indentation between his pecs, stopping at the top of his towel. Turning, Dawn strolled that luscious body slowly to the bathroom. At the door she glanced over her shoulder. “When I come out of the shower, I don’t expect to find my friend waiting for me. I expect to find my very first lover.” She stated, closing the door in his face.
Kane stood rooted to the floor, mouth open. The vow of friendship or the beautiful woman. He stared at the door thinking, what was a man to fucking do?
DAWN
Dawn’s body was ablaze. Burning from Kane’s kisses and from her embarrassment. She started the shower and removed her clothes. Never imagining she would ever have the nerve to tell a man she wanted him. She had actually told him, he would be her lover. The hot water in the small shower didn’t help her condition one bit. It seemed to ramp up the pulsing warmth between her legs and make her more excited.
She wanted her first time to be with Kane. He was so strong and yet gentle. He made her feel worthy, wanted, and special. Other men made her feel self-conscious or plain dirty with their come-ons and obscene suggestions.
Dawn grinned. Kane tried to stay in the friend zone. He wanted her body, she was aware of the constant bulge in his jeans. If only he could feel how damp her panties were. He would know she was lusting after him just as much.
Maybe sex would make things strained between them, but she didn’t think so. They meshed somehow. Even after all the cussing and fussing she put him through, he stuck around. He got past her defenses, blowing them away with his warmth and humor. Oh, and let her not forget his sexy as hell body and Hollywood superhero good looks.
Dawn scrubbed the evidence of the awful night away as butterflies did a tango in her belly. She got out the shower and wrapped one towel around herself and did a quick rub of her thick hair with the other. Dawn knew not to wash it because it would never dry without a blow dryer. Brushing it all back with her hands, she looked herself over in the foggy mirror.
Time to face her beast and become a woman. She took a deep breath and opened the door, half expecting Kane to be gone. He was determined to remain friends. What she found on the other side of the door made her stumble over her feet and grab hold of the doorframe.
Kane McAdams in all his glorious male beauty lay on the bed with his hands clasped behind his head, long deep brown hair unbound and splayed across the pillows. He’d turned off all the lights except for one small lamp on the dresser. Its mellow glow causing him to appear unreal, majestic, and powerful. Dawn never realized a man could be mesmerizing, completely mesmerizing. She stood transfixed, her eyes shot to his pelvic area and her mouth fell open. He wasn’t erect but good gravy he was still thick and long. She could only imagine what that would look like at full mast. Dawn was so right when she named him beast.
“Come meet your lover, brave Dawn.” He entreated, in his deliciously deep southern drawl that sent shivers up her spine.
Dawn had the overwhelming urge to race back into the bathroom. The enormity of what she was about to do hitting her like a gut punch. Her body was tingling and her curious, new found sexuality was scaring the hell out of her. What the hell was she thinking? Men were fucked up. They couldn’t be trusted.
Kane leaned up on his elbows and smiled.
Kane’s smile, the teasing twinkle in those blue-gray eyes soothed her frightened heart. Her super sexy, funny Kane would never hurt her. She breathed deep and dropped her towel. Fighting her instincts to cover her private areas, Dawn made her way to the side of the bed. Her eyes locked with Kane’s.
“My God, Dawn Collins you are perfect in every fucking way woman.” He told her, voice rough. His eyes ate her up, turning darker as he gazed upon the dark triangle between her legs.
“You of all people know that’s not true.” Dawn said, lifting her arms a little, showing him the circular scars along her sides and around her breast. “This isn’t perfect.”
“The marks are a part of you. They tell a story of your, strength, your triumph over evil.” Kane lifted up and took her hand. “I… see… you. You Dawn, perfect in every way. A brave beautiful woman evil could never disfigure. Those scars don’t dim your beauty to me, they make it shine even brighter.”
“Kane you say things that heal my heart.” She whispered, fighting against the sting of tears. “I want to do this, Kane, I do. But I’m afraid I’ll be shitty at it. You might never want to have sex again in your life after me. I’ll be so bad you might turn gay and—”
Kane pulled her into the bed and slightly under him as he slanted his lips over hers. His tongue swept in and she had to squeeze her thighs together, such a rush of heat pooled there. His hair curtained her face, blocking out the dim light, leaving only tiny sparks that flashed before her eyes before she closed them in pleasure. One large hand moved to her waist as the other came up to caress her full breast.
Dawn gasped into his mouth. Kane released her lips to gently kiss each scar on her breast. His rough fingers pinched and rolled her hard nipple. The pull on her tender flesh felt strange as if her nipple had an invisible line straight to her throbbing sex. Damn, but that felt amazing.
Kane
lifted up, his face intense, eyes smoldering deep dark blue. “Dawn I know your scared, but you know I will never hurt you, right?”
She nodded eagerly, wanting him to get back to the kissing and the nipple pinching.
“Good, because you don’t have to worry about me turning gay, nobody turns gay, sweetheart. You will not be bad at this. We’re going to be epic at this, together.” Kane said, nibbling a line from her chin to the sensitive side of her neck. He sucked the skin there as his hands grabbed her hips, moving his thick thighs between hers.
Dawn’s mouth opened on a silent gasp as his sizable erection pressed into her embarrassingly slick folds. Her pussy throbbed and clenched. Greedy pussy, greedy, greedy pussy.
Kane rolled his hips and Dawn’s automatically lifted to rub against him. A sharp sensation zinged through her body causing her to throw her head back and wrap her arms around his wide back. He rocked against her clit, back and forth with slick glides of his hot cock, coiling the tension in her tighter and tighter. She pumped her hips faster, he felt so good.
Kane moaned into her shoulder then pulled back to stare down her body. Staring as their bodies pressed together his huge cock moving along her swollen lips. His chest moved as he took rasping breaths. Dawn groaned and reached for him. She was on the brink of something that felt as if she might break apart into a million pieces.
Kane stopped moving.
“Don’t stop, somethings happening.” She cried.
“Not stopping, pausing for a second. You’re so sexy, I’m about to lose it too soon.” He grunted, dropping his forehead to hers.
“Fuck that. I want to lose it Beast!” Her body hummed, desperate for him. Kane was so big and he felt so damn good.
Kane barked out a rough laugh. “Yes, God yes. Baby I’ll make you lose it then we’ll lose it together.”
KANE
Kane knew he had to slow things down. At the rate they were going, they were both about to end things before they even got started. He’d never been this hot to make love to a woman before.
Dawn was shockingly flawless. Honey brown skin warm and supple under his hands, Kane’s real life fantasy woman finally in his arms. Dawn’s body was mouthwateringly desirable. When she dropped her towel, Kane had to take firm control of the urge to go cave man, sling her onto the bed and bury his raging hard-on inside his prize.
Her straight black hair was damp from the shower, it framed her beautiful face. The low light brought out the beauty of her uniquely tilted brown eyes, making them appear to shimmer up at him. Her breast were just the right size and shape, capped with dark pouty nipples, enticing him to lick and suck them for a shot of their sweetness. He could barely make out the tiny scars along the underside of them. He longed to kiss her marks, to adore them, show her how much he admired her courage.
A tiny waist led to curvy hips and long toned legs. She was breathtaking and Kane felt proud and lucky she decided to give the gift of her virginity to him.
Dawn moaned beneath him. Pushing her breast together, Kane tongued her twin nipples. Moving one hand down her body he placed his finger to her slit, she was wet and slick. He loved the feel of her so soft and damp, running his finger along her crease made her tremble. Dawn lifted her hips seeking more of his touch.
“You like that Beauty?” Kane asked, releasing her nipple to lick a line between the two tempting mounds.
“God yes.” She gasped. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
Kane took her lips again because her taste drove him mad. This woman got so deep under his skin, he wanted to get inside her the way she had taken up residence in his heart. Dawn moaned low as he carefully inserted one finger into her. Hot and tight, her warmth closed around his finger. It was Kane’s turn to moan, his cock jumped and pulsed. She felt amazing but tight, too damn tight.
Kane inserted another finger, sliding them slowly in and out. She bucked into his palm, tentatively at first, then as he worked the heel of his hand against her clit, Dawn pumped her hips frantically. With eyes scrunched close, breast quivering, she worked herself urgently against his hand. Kane knew she was about experience her first orgasm with a man and his chest swelled with joy that he was that man. Dawn strained and groaned in time with the plunges of his wet fingers.
“Kane, oh fuck, somethings happening…”
Her body bucked up against his hand one last time, thighs and passage clamping down hard around his fingers as she orgasmed.
Kane kept his eyes on her straining body. She was glorious in her passion. Damn if Dawn didn’t have the face of an angel, and the body of a goddess, but sounded like a demon when she came. He loved it.
DAWN
She came back to herself slowly with Kane above her, a devilish grin plastered across his beautiful face. She grinned back. Her body was lax, heavy almost, but Kane’s wasn’t. He looked tense, holding himself in check. Her massive beast was simmering, close to boil.
“I lost it Kane, Fuck yeah. “ Dawn wiggled her throbbing center against his erection. “That was amazing, now are we going to do that again… together.” She did a few slow grinds and Kane groaned deeply, biting her shoulder, gripping her thighs, spreading them wide.
Kane reached over and picked up a condom from the night stand, rolling it onto his protruding staff.
“That was in your to go bag?” Dawn arched her brow. “What did you think was going to happen up at that cabin Mr. McAdams?”
Kane simply grinned sheepishly, rolling his big body above her. He captured her lips as the tip of his erection eased into her.
Dawn inhaled as Kane rocked his hips slightly, he was stretching her down below and it stung a little. Kane had his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. Still holding back she could tell. Dawn’s heart was thundering, her body was craving something more. Kane’s slow rocking was not doing it for her. She ran her palms down the slick muscles of his back, grabbing his flexing ass and as hard as she could, pulled him into her.
Kane gave a long loud groan and sank deeper. Dawn’s body hung in suspense between fear and desire. Mac’s face flashed before her eyes and she froze. Kane’s hands became Mac’s. Kane’s body became Mac’s. Her desire faded away in a flash. Dark cold fear came over her.
Kane went still, holding her face in a soft caress. “No, no, look at me. It’s me babe. It’s your beast loving you Dawn.” He assured her firmly.
Dawn opened her eyes to his vivid blue gaze. Her Kane loving her. That’s right, so right. Her Kane with his big strong arms wrapping her in heat. His slow rocking movements giving her pleasure, not taking and damaging, but loving her.
The fading heat kicked back up to a slow simmer. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he reached between them and stroked the very top of her folds, pushing the full length of his hardness inside her.
Pulsing heat raced along her body. She sank her nails into his tight ass as it pumped and ground into her. Kane hissed, taking her nipple between his teeth, nibbling it, then sucking it to the beat of his rhythmic plunges. Kane hammered savagely between her thighs with increasing power, Dawn felt as if she were constricting into one pulse point of pounding need, connected to the power of the straining man above her.
“Can’t hold back.” Kane growled out.
He raised up onto his hands as he slammed his dick back and forth. Her cries and Kane’s grunts of pleasure mingled with the motel headboard’s loud rhythmic banging against the wall. The bed squeaking and cracking thunderously under their abuse.
Dawn felt the power of each forceful thrust spark something elemental inside her. A pulse turning into a throb that spun outward from where he was riding her with unrelenting gusto. A throb that promised a sweet reward existing outside her grasp. Dawn rushed towards it grabbing Kane’s thick shoulders, she thrust her hips up to meet his downward plunges. There it was, so close. Kane rode her harder, sweat dripping from his body onto her sizzling skin as they fought for pleasure.
Kane ravaged her face, neck and breast with lustful sucking kisses. D
awn felt as if at any second her heart would stop, it was racing at hyper speed. Unstoppable pleasure slammed mercilessly into her, freezing her muscles and ripping a scream from her lungs. Dawn plunged her hands into Kane’s long hair, pulling him down, latching her lips to his as she convulsed.
Kane cried her name into her mouth as he went rock hard above her. He gripped her hips, coming up onto his knees, pressing his pulsing cock impossibly deep inside her. Head thrown back, bulging muscles, chest heaving as he released. Dawn could smell the pure male power rolling off him. Beautiful beast.
Dawn held onto Kane with all the power her limp arms could muster. He lifted her up from the bed and into his strong arms, looking deep into her eyes. The sound of their harsh breath filled the room. They clung to each other as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore. Dawn slid her fingers along his sweat covered back, as he pumped slow tight circles inside her. Kane’s cell phone blared, their heads swung to his discarded jeans on the chair. Fucking world, still there. Great.
CHAPTER SEVEN
KANE
Banging on the motel door woke Kane from a troubled sleep, Dawn snuggled next to him, one leg across his thigh, face pressed into his chest. Right where he wanted her to be for fucking ever. This felt more than right. Another loud bang had her jerking awake, eyes wide, hair wild, she scrambled up ready to make a break for it.
Kane pulled her back down. He couldn’t resist partaking of her sweet lips. “That’s Ace babe, killers usually don’t knock.”
Dawn gave him a “duh” face, rolling from the bed to grab her pile of clothes. Kane stepped into his jeans, his gaze following the sway of her shapely ass into the bathroom.
The pounding on the door was persistent, Kane snatched it open.
“Sorry man.” Ace apologized, his handsome brown face was drawn tight, and the working end of a silver revolver was pressed against his temple. “Not everyday motherfuckers get the drop on me, bro.”
