“What about him?” The question comes out a little sassier than I intended, but why would he care?
“I want to know if you’re going to see him again, and if you are, please don’t go out with him,” he pleads.
“Really? We are back at this? Okay, Chase is a veterinarian. I need him here for the animals. Also, he wants all of me and not pieces, so why do you care!”
“I will always care, but you can do better than him, Leslie.” He pounds his fist on the door again.
“Oh, better than him? Like who? You?” I roll my eyes.
“I have met guys like him before. He’s using you. I feel it in my gut. He isn’t safe. Just don’t go out with him again.” He looks at me and jiggles the handle but retreats when he realizes that it still isn’t unlocked.
“Using me? That’s saying something coming from you.” The words are full of venom, reminding me of a poisonous apple. My shell might seem flawless, but my insides are bitter and deadly right now.
“Just don’t.” He bites his lip and sweat beads at his temple. He jiggles the door again with more force. “Open the damn door, Leslie,”
“No! Go away! Just leave me alone.” Now it’s my turn to pound against the door, but I don’t stop. I don’t stop until my body is exhausted and my chest heaves until every ounce of anger is drained from me.
“I can’t let you in, Leslie.” Kane’s voice chokes with sadness and his hand falls against the glass.
We look at each other, through the clear, breakable boundary between us and tears silently continue to fall crashing onto the floor.
“I can’t get you out, Kane,” I sob. I can’t get him out of my thoughts. I can’t get him out of my heart. I put my hand on the window too, where his is. Looking at the picture, it hurts even more to know that this boundary, this breakable glass, is the one thing that keeps us apart, but brings us together. I can feel the warmth from his palm seeping through.
“I can’t do this anymore.” A stronger sob escapes and loud wails fill the room until I back away and shut the blinds.
“Leslie! Leslie! Open the door, open the blinds! Come back!” The knob jiggles to the point where I think it’s going to break off, but I don’t say anything. I walk numbly to the counter and start checking the voicemails.
What will it take to get him out?
Chapter 9
Him.
Why is he the only thing I can think about? I wake up orgasming with his name on my tongue, but with tears falling on my cheeks. Is that what love is? If love feels like it constantly has my emotions on a switch, then I don’t want anything to do with it.
I hate him.
Thinking that only makes my bottom lip quiver and fresh new tears build in my raw eyes. My body betrays my mind.
The hard pounding of the shutter hitting in the house startles me. “Scared the living right out of me!”
“I think you meant to say, ‘scared the living daylights right out of me.’” Molli turns over to look at me.
“No, I meant what I said. I feel dead right now.” I wipe my eyes with my sleeve.
“How are you feeling?” Molli rubs my arm.
“Fine. I don’t want to talk about it. I need to get to the shelter and hurricane-proof the place. Since we are right on the ocean, we might get the brunt of it, and I want to make sure everything is safe and secure,” I lift my arms to stretch and my back pops. “Oh my god, I swear that morning stretch feels better than sex sometimes,” I groan.
Flamingo is on the floor, sitting, wagging his tail, and he soft barks.
“Oh, is that so?” I quirk my brow at him.
He starts barking crazily and running in circles. He flies around the room, out the door, through the living room, kitchen, and finally back to my room.
“Holy cow, what is his deal?” Molli gets up from bed. She came over last night after I called her, and just held me while I cried. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. I bet she has plenty of nights like this but all alone. I’ll bet anything it’s about David.
“A new dog came in the other day. A beautiful grey pit-bull named Lily, and they hit it off real fast. He doesn’t let anyone else get near her. I’m starting to think my little Flamingo has a crush.” I pat his head.
“All right, I’m out. I need to go home before this storm hits. I hear it’s supposed to be one of the worst ones SoCal has seen in decades! It makes me nervous!” Molli grabs her purse and walks over to give me a hug.
“Just call David to keep you company.” Yes, call him. Maybe then you guys can use the time to stop pretending. It’s getting old.
I roll my eyes at my own thoughts. As if that would ever happen.
“Duh, that’s where I’m going,”
Of course, it is.
“Good! I’m glad you guys won’t be alone then.” How do I bring this up with her? How much longer can I pretend I don’t notice the insane chemistry between them? Do I be a good friend, ignore it, and wait for her to come to me? Or do I charge ahead and bulldoze the bullshit?
Where is a wall? I need to bang my head against it.
“Tell me when you get to the shelter, so I know you made it safe. Love you. Text me,” she shouts as the door closes.
Sighing, “All right, boy. Let’s grab some food, water, and some extra sheets of plywood.” Flamingo darts ahead of me and waits by the Jeep as I pack it up.
“Wow. Thanks for the help,” Grunting, I shove the last piece of wood in the Jeep.
Flamingo tilts his head and for some reason I hear a question in that tilt, “Silly, human, aren’t you my slave?”
No…Flamingo wouldn’t think that of me, right? I squint my eyes at him, and he tilts his head again. I won’t back down! I hear making eye contact with dogs without blinking shows who the Alpha is. Me! I am Alpha, poochie!
Finally, I blink. Figures! He totally owns me.
The driving conditions haven’t gotten too bad yet. The clouds are dark and heavy, like they are about to burst. From time to time it gets difficult to steer the car, thanks to the wind, so I have to use both hands to keep a firm grip on the wheel instead of driving one-handed.
Pulling up to the familiar crunch of gravel, I hop out of the car and notice how angry the waves are. They look like they are on a mission to destroy. Waves crash violently against the abandoned rocks in the sea, while other waves dominate the shore and drown the land beneath it, taking it hostage.
Running to the door, I unlock it and the wind pulls the knob out of my hand, throwing the door against the wall. Closing it behind me, I release the dogs so they can go to the restroom before the weather gets too bad, then I put them back in their cages. That takes about ten minutes, before I put food and water in their bowls. I change all their blankets, so they are nice and cozy with fresh sheets.
Flamingo stays next to Lily’s cage and I debate whether to let her out too. Maybe I should adopt her.
I can’t think about that right now. Pulling my hood over my head and tying it tight, I run back out to unload the car. After pulling the last water jug out, I sigh before staring at the pieces of plywood. I only need them for the back windows; I have big pieces of sheet metal that slide over the front windows and lock in place.
“Do you need some help?” Kane’s annoyingly sexy voice slides over my skin like a glass of wine that makes me feel sexy.
“I don’t need anything from you.” Walking by him, my shoulder hits his arm to get him out of my way, and to be a brat, but I don’t care.
Grabbing the sheet from the back of the Jeep, the plywood is as wide as my wingspan, making it difficult to grab. Once I have it under control, it starts to pour heavy rain.
I sigh. “Of course you would, of course you would.” I refuse defeat though! Finally gaining the upper hand, I confidently walk knowing Kane can see that I didn’t need him after all. That was until a huge gust of wind comes and rips the wood right of my hands, making me shout with pain.
“Leslie!” Kane shouts as he runs over to m
e, but instead of helping me up, he tackles me to the ground making the chunks of gravel dig into my back, and I screech with more pain. Right when I was about to ask him what was going on, the piece of plywood drops right where I was standing, making me freeze with fear. Holy crap, that could have killed me! Are you joking? I owe him my life now? Give me a break!
“Are you okay?” He grabs my face with both of his hands. I’m mesmerized. He hovers over me, his long ink-colored hair soaked from rain, the ends dripping with excess water, and his blue eyes shining bright with concern.
“Leslie! Answer me!” His hand wipes the water and hair out of his face.
“Can you help me up?” I mutter. “I’m tired of getting rained on. I need to put the metal sheets in front of the windows.”
“I’ll help you.” He grabs my hands, but I hiss. I notice two cuts with splinters sticking out of the wounds. Great.
“I don’t want your help, but I think I need it.” Sighing at my hands, I finally tell myself I’m done with him, that I don’t need him, and this happens! Why? This is so frustrating!
Kane sighs, “We have a lot to talk about.”
“Well, it can wait until later. I need to secure the place.” I rip my sore hands from him and stomp past him. Why does he have to be so big and strong and useful? It’s so annoying.
“Oh, so that’s what these metal sheets were for. I thought it was just for decoration,” Kane says as he pulls the metal over the windows.
“Yeah, a random piece of huge sheet metal for decoration. We were modernizing.” The hint of sarcasm sparks in my words.
“When are you doing to drop the attitude, Crazy?” Kane grunts as he pushes the other one into place.
“When I damn well want to.” Jerk.
“You make me insane.” Kane hits the metal, making it sing.
“Believe me the feeling is mutual,” I mutter.
Opening the front door, I shake all the water off me and go into the backroom where I keep some spare clothes. The front door slams and I hear the tell-tale click of the metal pulling down in front of the wooden door and locking to the hook on the floor.
Wonder how he knew to do that?
Taking off my shirt, the gross wet plop sounds as it falls to the floor, making me cringe. I don’t know what it is about that sound, but I can’t stand it.
“If I had known there would be a show, I would have brought dinner.” My eyes drift to Kane. He is leaning against the door frame, t-shirt stuck to his sculpted pecs, his jeans plastered on his thick thighs, and his hair dripping from the abuse of rain.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to control myself,” his voice growls, making my nipples bead.
“Well, you’re going to have to. Control yourself, that is.” I turn my back and take off my bra, tossing it on the floor.
“You don’t know how good you look right now,” he rasps.
Turning my head over my shoulder, I see the blue eyes devouring me.
“Do you have any clothes back here for me?” The wet sound of footprints fills the room until I can feel the heat of him against my back.
My breathing picks up and my chest starts to heave, “I wouldn’t give you them if I had them anyway,” I whisper.
The second sound of a shirt hitting the floor makes me hold my breath, but not from the plopping sound. I know if I turn my head right now, I’ll see every inch of his beautiful skin.
“What are you doing?” I creep closer to the tier of clothes on the wall.
His hands touch my sides, skimming them up and down making goosebumps pop all over my exposed skin. He leans in and breathes against my neck, nibbling my ear. His touch makes my pussy throb as he expertly touches every inch of my exposed back, leaving me wet and needy for him.
“I can’t stay away from you.” He sighs warm breath against my damp skin. His hands come around my waist to trail up my stomach to cup my achy breasts. He rolls my nipples between his thumb and index finger, making me moan.
“Oh, I love that, Leslie. You feel so good and soft. I’ve been dreaming of this, you know? I’ve been dreaming of my hands on you so much. I wake up needing to jack off to the thoughts of you.” He punches his hips forward making my mouth drop open from surprise feeling his hard cock between the globes of my butt cheeks.
“You know what I think of the most? Your attitude. Your tantrums get me so worked up. All it takes is a few pumps of my hand, and I come shouting your name. Then I lay there, covered in my own mess that you made me make, and I get hard all over again thinking of you licking it up, and putting my cock in between those plush lips.” He tugs on my nipples harder, making me whimper louder. I can’t take anymore. I move my hand to unbutton my jeans, slide my hand under my panties to reach my clit, and seek relief. The first touch feels electrifying, making me go up on my tip toes.
“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” He rips my hand from my ministrations.
“No! Please! I need. Oh my God, I need.” I squeeze my thighs together hoping to relieve a little pressure from my throbbing button of nerves. I feel the pulse in every part of my most sensitive area making me moan even louder.
“I bet I could get you to come just like this. What if we got these pierced? I bet you would react so beautifully.” He bites my ear as his hands go to the waistband of my pants. While he pulls them down, he takes my underwear with them.
Kicking them off into the corner of the room, I’m left feeling exposed.
“Don’t turn around until I tell you, understand?” His voice slithers around my body, making me submit to his every command.
“Yes.” Biting my lip, a drop of my wetness starts to dribble down my leg. It softly tickles my inner thigh, reminding me how much I yearn for him to fill me.
“Yes what, Leslie?” The sound of his zipper is like my favorite song. His chest is flush against my back and his naked cock rubs between my thighs. He coats himself in my juices sliding, effortlessly between my folds and rubbing against my swollen, throbbing, needy clit.
“Yes.” My head tilts back as I moan and whimper. It’s like someone has taken over my body. I have no control. I start thrusting back against him. His hands grip the thick mounds of my butt cheeks and I groan loudly.
“Damn it, you are beautiful. So, beautiful.” He whispers the last words as if he is in awe.
While we are thrusting against each other, he tilts his hips, sliding into my wet folds effortlessly, making me moan. He stays still. His forehead lies against my shoulder, and his arms are wrapped firmly around my waist. We are connected. Our breathing is the only thing heard as he slowly slides in and out.
“Oh!” The feeling of his thick cock spearing me makes my eyes roll back into my head, and my mouth open in a loud, salacious moan.
“Yes. What, Leslie?” He thrusts each word more sharply than the last.
Automatically, “Yes, sir! Yes, sir!” My hands reach the pile of clothes, gripping to it for dear life, as his finger brutally pinch my nipples, and his thick cock pounds against my aching flesh.
“Turn around.” His voice breaks the sexual trance he put me under for a moment, as I obey his command. Turning around, I wrap my legs around his waist; we don’t break the connection. He walks backwards, until he can sit on the cot located in the corner of the room.
“Ride me.” He leans back, and I finally get to look at him. He is shining with sweat, his hair is sticking to his shoulders, and his abs flex as he thrusts inside me.
“Ah, Kane!” Putting my legs on either side of him to gain leverage to ride him, I ride him hard. He grabs my thick hair and pulls me into a violent kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, and it’s wet. It’s messy, but it’s perfect.
“You’re so tight,” he says through clenched teeth.
My own hands cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. Without warning, my nerves tremble for a moment. My orgasm climbs swiftly, making me toss my head back and moan. I’m preparing to scream.
“Ride my cock. Use me for
your pleasure. Come. Come all over me, Crazy.” His hand dips between my thighs and pinches hard on my clit, making me explode. My body slowly moves as I come. My mouth hangs open, my chest heaves, and my head is dizzy.
He throws me on the bed, back down, legs on his shoulders, and thrusts inside me. He pounds so quick and hard; not only is skin slapping, but the cot is moving, making awful noises against the ground, but I don’t care.
My hands claw his back as another orgasm approaches. “Kane. It’s too much.” My head thrashes back and forth.
He bites my lip. “I can feel you tightening. Come with me. Come.” Obeying, I scream his name, and he shouts mine. He thrusts four more times, until he is as deep as he can be inside me. He kisses me.
“Leslie,” he whispers, right before I fall asleep with him still inside me.
Chapter 10
Moaning awake from Kane’s hard cock, “You,” I grip the sheets as he pounds into me from the back.
“Me.” The dark room makes this feel like a dream. The only reason why I know it’s not is because of how he fills every space inside me. His girth stretches my walls perfectly. It makes me wanton.
“I want you to swallow me.” Quickly, he pulls out of me. “Open.” I can’t see him, so he straddles my head, until I find his full sack and lick my way up to his hard shaft.
“Don’t tease me. Suck me.” He grips his thick cock in one hand and guides it into my mouth. The moment I taste him on my tongue, I orgasm, moaning around his crown. The feeling of my lips wrapping around his girth sets something off inside me.
“Oh, my crazy girl likes sucking me. That’s good to know.” He grips my hair to the point of pain, and his cock becomes harder in my mouth, telling me he is about to come.
“Leslie!” Salty cream pulses down my throat, until I suck every drop out of him.
He hisses, pulls out of my mouth and pulls me to him. He kisses me soft and languidly. My lips feel swollen and numb from what just happened, but I don’t care. I love kissing him.
“You.” His forehead drops to mine.
“Hey that’s my line!” We laugh.
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