“Come to the truck with me.” Kane lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around him. His hands firmly grab my globes holding me in place.
I bite my lip. “I don’t know.”
“I won’t leave you.”
Yet.
The ache in his eyes lets me know he regrets what he did, but the pain of the aftermath hasn’t left.
Our surroundings are dark from the thunderstorms, and all that can be heard is the rain pouring down and the thunder shuddering the sky. The leaves rustle in the wind and the only thing that can be heard over the rain is the uncertainty of my thoughts.
Kane’s presence is an aphrodisiac. It’s like I’m draped in gasoline and set on fire from the sheer sexual desire oozing from his aura.
“Okay, enough of this. We’re leaving. You guys go inside. It’s hurting me, watching this train wreck happen. Leslie, call me if anything happens.” David bursts out of the door, dragging a tired Molli behind him.
“I’m only going because I was promised margaritas,” Molli says sleepily.
Kane steps aside. “Drive safe, it’s coming down pretty hard.” His big arm wraps around my shoulders.
“You guys don’t have to leave.” I can’t kick them out of my house during a downpour.
“Leslie, I love you, but you have some things to work out. We will watch Titanic another day.” David gives me a hug, then he squints his eyes at Kane. “I should kick your ass for hurting her.”
“David!” I shout.
“If you want to, go ahead. I haven’t forgiven myself yet.” Kane shrugs.
“Raincheck. I have margaritas to deliver.” David turns and runs out to the car. The bright tail lights are barely seen through the sheet of falling rain.
Silence stretches and awkwardness fills the air. What do we do now? What if there is nothing between us? What if we can’t talk about anything besides the weather?
“Come on Crazy, let’s get you inside. You’re freezing.” Kane rubs his hands up and down my arms, but the only thing the friction causes is electricity going straight to my groin. It takes all I have to hold back a moan.
“Me? You’re soaked! At least I’m dry. Are you saying you aren’t even cold?” He must be. He is soaked from head to toe. Looking at him though, you wouldn’t even know. He has steam coming off his shoulders. You know, when hot meets cold? Well, now I’m looking at a Kane, he is steaming. Steaming! How am I supposed to handle that? I bite my lip thinking about how I could handle it…
“You better stop biting that lip.” Kane puts his hand on my ribcage and uses it for leverage as he leans in to brush those succulent lips against my ear.
“What? Why?” I bite it again looking at him with my big green eyes.
“Because…” He nibbles my earlobe. “…then those plump pink lips can’t wrap around my cock.” He ends on a heavy warm sigh, making the side of my neck tingle.
My heart pounds and I swear you can hear it over the steady downpour of rain. It’s like everything is in slow motion. Everything around me is muted when Kane is around. I can hear my breath catch, my heartbeat skip, and the rain pouring in reverse. It leaves me frozen in a moment in time.
“Come on, let’s get inside.” His hand goes to my lower back and the warmth radiates until it pools in my belly. He guides me inside and locks the door. The house is quiet. Lights flash from the living room, filling the shadows as Titanic plays on mute. Seems as though David and Molli were listening when Kane arrived. They are so nosey.
“Oh, I have extra clothes in my room.” Turning swiftly on my heel, I can feel him closing in on my back, and it’s like a predator hunting prey.
“Woah, this cottage is one of a kind. I have never seen a room like this before.” Kane admires the space. His big blue eyes are wide as he looks at every detail.
“Oh, you haven’t seen nothin’ yet.” I grab his hand and guide him to my wilderness bathroom. My teeth tug my bottle lip again in anticipation.
“Okay. Now I am wondering what you really do for a living.” His eyes move in every direction. “That’s an infinity tub.” He points.
Nodding my head, I say, “Yep. This place was really run down when I got it. I had been saving for a while and when I found this gem, I knew where my money was meant to go.” I shrug.
Kane whips his shirt off, the soaked material making that plopping noise I despise so much once it hits the ground. His fingers tease the skin of his chest, abs, and his dark happy trail, until he pops the buttons off those painted on blue jeans. His skin glistens. The damp material seems to have left a sheen behind. He looks primal in this bathroom. He looks like he’s in his element. The overhang highlights his every curve, making him look like a carved statue. Once the jeans are finally off, his body glows in the dim light. It feels more personal this time. Maybe because it’s in my home. I don’t know, but him standing there looking like a snack makes my body zing with hunger.
“When you look at me like that…” he finishes on a deep animalistic growl as he prowls towards me. His strides eat up the floor. His pupils are blown. His pulse throbs in his neck. The veins in his arms flex and pulse with every move. He looks determined. When he reaches me, he doesn’t speak; he rips. My cardigan flies off and lands somewhere, my tank top is ripped down the middle, and he effortlessly rips my bra from its hooks. My skimpy shorts are yanked from my bottom as he cups my thick cheeks and leads me towards the tub.
“Are we bathing?” I quirk a brow at him.
“Oh no, Crazy. We are going to get dirty first.” Kane’s lips slam down on mine. His tongue navigates every direction in my mouth. His hands passionately move, grab, and pinch every part of my skin. My nipples are tugged and red. They become bruised and sensitive from his assault.
Glancing down, I finally get a good look at his cock and my eyes widen. How have I not seen it yet? I’ve slept with him. I’ve had him in my mouth. He is well-endowed. Eight inches with a plump vein decorating its side. Curious, I slip my hand between us and jerk him slowly.
His head rolls back on his shoulders. “Leslie.”
My fist doesn’t close around him. On my way back up, my finger swipes his slit, using his pre-come as lubricant to make the glide up and down his shaft effortless.
He grunts and it makes me wet. I do this to him. Me.
“Leslie,” he snarls in warning before picking me up and slamming me down on his thick shaft.
My hand goes to his hair as I moan. He walks to my vanity counter, his heavy sack swings, hitting my bundle of nerves just right. He lifts me back up, turns me around, places my hands on the counter, slaps my ass, and impales me.
I scream. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down. His rhythm is punishing and all that’s heard is skin slapping against skin.
Suddenly, he yanks my hair, making me arch my back. The angle changes and in three more thrusts I’m convulsing on his cock.
“I’ve never felt something so good before,” he moans as he presses a kiss against my neck.
His hips falter, letting me know he is close, and I meet his thrust.
“Leslie!” He thrusts deep inside me three times. His hips stuttering with every pulse of fluid he pumps into me.
“You’re going to kill me,” he laughs.
“What a way to go, huh?” I breathe heavily.
He slides out of me, carefully picking me up and placing me in the tub. He fills it with bubble bath and gets us a glass of wine before joining me.
I didn’t know it could be like this. He is the Jack to my Rose.
Except I wouldn’t ever let him go.
Chapter 13
“Woah, woah, woah. Dylan, slow down. What are you talking about?” Kane shouts into his phone.
For a moment, I wonder if I’m dreaming, but I slowly wake up to Kane shouting.
“Okay, okay. Calm down, I’m coming,” he yells again.
“I said, I’m coming!” He hangs up the phone. “Shit!” His voice booms. I forgot that the acoustics in this house were so good.
Guess I’m awake now.
“Crazy?” Kane shakes me.
“Hmm.” Grabbing the blanket, I turn over and try to wrap myself up like a burrito.
“Leslie. I have to go.” His voice laced with urgency.
“What?” Now I’m awake. He is leaving me again?
“No, not like that. Never like that.” He kisses my forehead.
“The shop. It’s been vandalized. I have to go. Dylan is there, but the cops want to speak with the owner.” Kane rubs his fingers anxiously through his hair.
“Oh my god! Was anyone hurt?” I hop out of bed, throw on a tank top, braid my hair, brush my teeth, throw on jeans, and my Converse.
“Okay, I’m ready let’s go.”
Kane is still brushing his teeth, “I’m coming.” He spits into the sink.
We drive silently but hold each other’s hands. There is nothing to say. Nothing I say could make this better anyway. This was his new start on life and to have someone destroy it… I couldn’t imagine.
Pulling up into the shop was horrible. His windows are broken and “murderer” decorates the white walls inside.
“I’m going to go check on Rorie. I’ll be right back.” I kiss his cheek.
“I have to talk to the cops anyway.” He cups the back of my head with his large palm and pulls me into a deep, salacious kiss.
“I’ll be back.” I smile. As much as I could anyway, given the circumstances.
The bell rings as I enter the shelter. Rorie glances from the desk, but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Hey Rorie. I just wanted to know how everything is over here?” The destruction of Kane’s shop was a little close to home and it has me shaken up more than I want to admit. I am doing everything I can not to freak out. I have to keep cool. Kane needs me.
“Everything is fine here. It’s just so awful. He hadn’t even opened yet! Now, he has to start all over. It’s just devastating! And did you see what they wrote? I wonder what that is about?” She tsks.
“Kane isn’t a damn murderer, Rorie!” My words are laced with venom.
“Oh my God, no. That’s not what I meant. I just meant, like, why would someone write that? I’m sorry Leslie.” Rorie’s hands cover her mouth in disbelief.
“It’s fine. I’m sorry I snapped. It’s been a stressful morning.” I rub my temples and lean against the front desk.
“Oh, I forgot. Here. This arrived in the mail for you.” Rorie hands me a thick manila envelope.
The tear of paper fills the room as Kane enters the store.
Gasping, tears well in my eyes. No. How could this happen?
“What! Leslie, what happened?” Kane eats up the ground between us with his long legs, and my hands shakily hand over the personal photos.
Pictures.
Pictures of me and Kane in my house last night in intimate positions. My head thrown back with my mouth open. His hand clearly gripping my cheeks for leverage. There are about twenty photos, and it’s like a flash book, until the finish. Until…me and Kane finish.
Kane yells into the room and punches a hole in the wall. “Whoever did that, I’ll kill them!”
A note falls out of the envelope. “You’ll be next.”
Kane sees the note, crumbling it in his fist, “I’m not leaving you alone, Leslie. Not with this threat looming,”
The reality hits hard, making me pass out into a dark oblivion.
Ink Lies
Description
What lies beneath the ink?
Kane's exterior is tough like armor but the one person that penetrates it most, is Leslie Benton. The amount of effort he puts in to keep her away, doesn't matter---she quickly has chipped away at his walls. When Leslie's stalker reveals his true nature, and Kane's enemy comes to seek revenge, can Kane fully give himself over to Leslie, instead of the broken man he has become?
Leslie is afraid she is doomed. Once again, she put herself in the position to be shattered again. She exhausts herself trying to replace Kane, but no one has lived up to the feeling her body gets whenever she is around Kane Bridgeshaw. When she needs him most, not just some of him, but all of him, can he be the man she needs him to be?
Or is she doomed for a life with a shattered heart?
Chapter 1
It’s been three weeks since Kane’s shop was vandalized and those pictures of us were sent to us by mail. I don’t know what disturbs me more, the fact that someone watched us long enough for us to climax, or that there is proof of my private life on film. What if there are copies? What if this person sends them to people I know? I mean, if this person knows where I live, surely, they know who I am with all the time. What if they send them to the donors that give the most money? I don’t know how they would find that out, but my mind can’t stop turning.
And since my mind can’t stop turning, I can’t sleep. Kane, on the other hand, can. His broad back is facing me. The rise and fall of it brings me peace. I don’t know what it is about him. Maybe it’s the sun-kissed skin rippling over fine lines of muscle reminding me of strength. It also could have something to do with enhancing my libido. He is beautiful. There isn’t a flaw on him. There isn’t even a freckle. He has miles of smooth skin. He is sculpted to absolute perfection and it’s reassuring to know that if I touch him, he won’t break.
“Stop starting. It’s weird,” Kane mutters in his sleep.
“I can’t sleep,” I huff.
He rolls over onto his back, arm out waiting for me to cuddle against him. Who am I to deny him? Laying my head on his chest, I follow the steady rise and fall of his diaphragm. The difference though is that the steady pound of his heart thumps against my ear, causing me to fall into a hypnotized rhythm that puts me in a sleepy trance. His hand combs through my hair, relaxing my body. A huge sigh escapes me, relieving me of all my worries. I know it’s just temporary, but if it means I’m not stressing, I’ll take it.
Smiling against his chest, I say, “I can’t stop staring. Have you seen you? Everyone stares.”
He chuckles, “I don’t care about everyone else. I just care about what you think.” He flips me over and suddenly I’m below him with his crystal blue eyes staring at me. His hands grip my hands and lift them above my head. The ink black hair falls around his face framing his jawline like the border of a drawing to keep the color inside.
He grinds his pelvis between my thighs. “What are you thinking about, Crazy?” he whispers teasingly against my lips.
“What?” I say breathlessly.
“I can almost hear the wheels turning in your head. You’re thinking about something and I want to know.” He punctuates his words with each thrust of his hips.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My head tilts back on a moan as the broad crown of his shaft hits against my clit.
He holds his hips in place, only moving ever so slightly to keep the sensations electrifying my clit. “I will drive you insane. I will drive you to the brink. Right when you think you’re going to tip over the edge, I’ll deny you.” His hand grabs a fistful of my hair. The pain and pleasure blending together making my vision blur slightly.
“Kane! That’s not fair!” Tears well in my eyes but not from him, no, from the intense cusp of ecstasy he is keeping me on.
“Not being honesty with me isn’t fair either.” He bites my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. His tongue swipes over the sensitive area to sooth bringing a groan from between my lips.
Breathing heavily, I say, “I…Kane. I’m scared.” The tension is laced in my voice. I’m on the edge of pleasure, fear, and love. I don’t know what to do with all of it, but right now I’m bound to his pleasure, fear has me bound to it.
“What are you so afraid of, Crazy?” Kane leans down and sucks on the pulse of my neck. He nips and licks leaving red marks showing that my body is claimed. His hands grip my breasts and migrate down towards my hips grabbing the thickness of my butt cheeks.
“I’m afraid for you,” I breathe
, gasping for air. “I’m afraid for us. I’m afraid for me.”
He stops all is movements. His breath mingles with mine as our chest heave from lust. His thick erection digs between my thighs waiting for an invitation to claim me once again.
His hands grab my face, my green eyes pooling with tears that encompass everything, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. Do you understand that? Do you understand how much it would drive me mad if something happened to you? I don’t think you understand.”
His eyes close as he rests his forehead against mine. “I know what’s happening is scary. I know that it seems impossible to beat. I can’t promise you what this person will do next. What I do know is that we need to stay together. It would take more effort for him to target us individually. If we are always together…” Kane trails off.
“Then maybe he won’t put as much effort into targeting us if we are together because he is waiting for us not to be together. Which might cause him to slip up!” I say with revelation.
“Exactly. The shop is fixed now. The pictures, while it’s unfortunate someone else can see you naked anytime they want…” He hands dips between us and grabs his still hard cock and slaps it against my clit. “Makes me furious. At the same time, you looked so good under me. Those photos get me so hot, Crazy. The way you looked. I made you look like that. I made you crazy with lust.” He slides his vein engorged cock between my wet folds.
The way he talks about seeing me in those pictures turns me on. “You always make me crazy.”
He groans into the room. “I can imagine your face now. The photo of you on your hands and knees. I was taking you from behind. My hands were gripping your thick globes as I pounded into you. You gushed all over, making my cock soaked with your juices.”
I whimper into his mouth as his tongue traces my lips. “Kane.”
“I love how you say my name. I bet that person who was intruding on us captured you moaning my name. I bet they’re jealous. Jealous I get to have you anyway I want you.” Kane sucks my sensitive hard nipple into his mouth.
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