The Ink Romance Series

by Bridget Taylor

  “I’m so sorry, Dylan.” I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands for how I just spoke to him. That was unlike me. I wasn’t the time to jump down someone’s throat, especially someone who just saved my life.

  He threw his head back and laughed. “It’s fine. I understand. What just happened is scary. It’s something you only hear about on the news or read in books. You never stop and think, ‘Hey, that can happen to me.’ Because the idea of it happening to you is so outrageous. It’s fine.” Dylan hugged me and I clutched on to him for dear life.

  “Thank you.” My fingers dug into his back, fisting his sweat-soaked shirt.

  “It’s okay, Leslie. It’s over,” Dylan whispered in my ear, but he hugged me back like he knew I needed something to grip.

  “Hey, get off my woman.”

  I laughed as I heard Kane’s steps crunching against the ground. I stepped away from Dylan, smiling as I wiped the tears from my eyes. Out of my peripheral, Evan eased out from behind Kane, rubbing his face every few seconds.

  “Evan!” I pushed Kane out of my way and embraced him with as much love as I thought I could give.

  “I’m so sorry, Leslie. None of this would have happened if it wasn’t for me.” He sobbed, hiding his face in his hands.

  “Sweetheart, this wasn’t your fault. These were the actions of people that needed help. These people used you. They abused you. They…” I choked on the last words because I was not able to say them. Saying them made it real. And I wasn’t ready to accept the fact that it was. I knew that it was, but I didn’t want to feel that.

  “I know. I brought so much stress on you though. All I ever wanted was to get to know my brother. I didn’t want his money. I didn’t want to bring the bullshit here. I didn’t even expect him to take me in. I had come to terms with the life I had. I never expected this.” He waved his hands between Kane and me, but shot a glace towards Dylan.

  “And what would this be?” Kane asked as he put his arms around me. He hissed when my elbow hit the gash on his inner bicep.

  “Oh, baby. I’m sorry.” I twirled around and accidentally squeezed the wrong arm, making him jump back, bend over, and breathe slowly.

  “Oh my gosh, Kane.” I took a step forward and he held his hand out which made me stop dead in my tracks.

  “Don’t come any closer. I love you, Crazy, but you are killing me.”

  I giggled, even though this situation wasn’t funny, but since I didn’t have any starbursts to stop my nervous ticks, the giggles just poured out of me.

  Kane exhaled. “Evan, you were saying? Before this one decided to maul me?” He winked, sending me into a pile of goo.

  “Family,” he whispered, looking up at us with eyes that had seen way too much fear and sadness in the world.

  “Brothers, man.” Kane held out his fist and Evan bumped it, smiling.

  “Brothers.”

  Dylan walked around Kane, giving him a wide berth, like he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to. “Hey Evan.”

  Ah, there it was.

  Evan turned to Dylan with hearts in his eyes making Kane grumble. “Keep your hands to yourself. Stand arm-length apart and no touching. I have eyes everywhere.” Kane used the I’m watching you gesture towards Dylan by using his index finger and middle finger bringing them to his eyes and pointing them towards his best friend.

  Dylan’s eyes rolled. “Dude, he is going to be eighteen soon. Let’s not forget that.”

  “Hey, he might as well be a newborn baby since I just now found out I had a brother!”

  “Okay, I’m right here and I am most definitely not a newborn baby. I’ve been able to jack-off for five years now. Newborns can’t do that.” Evan turned and started walking towards Dylan.

  “Oh my god. I so did not need to know that!” I yelled.

  “I don’t care if you can get it up. You aren’t touching him!” Kane shouted towards them, but they walked away, right along the lake, too close for Kane’s comfort. I wondered if they did that on purpose.

  Dylan turned around and cupped his hands over his mouth. “I guess this evening didn’t go as planned, huh, Kane?”

  Kane lifted his middle finger in the air, making Dylan laugh. It carried across the lake, echoing into the night.

  “What did he mean, Kane?”

  “Nothing, Crazy. Don’t worry about it. He’s just a dick.” Kane wrapped his arm around me, and we walked to a path that was covered in vines and other weeping willows. Honeysuckles were blooming across the archway, and it had been so long since I had tried one. I couldn’t wait until they were in full blossom to suck the honey from the bottom.

  “So, you don’t want to tell me what Dylan meant?” I plucked a pink rose from its bush, turned around and started walking backwards, so I was face-to-face with Kane. The pink flower smelt sweet like sugar as I placed it beneath my nose.

  “Not a chance.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets, looking like a photoshopped model, even with a gash in his arm. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, so that was progress.

  “Hmm, fine. I’ll figure it out on my own then.” I threw the flower at him and started to run down the dirt path.

  “Oh, no you don’t. You know I love a good chase, Crazy!”

  I could hear his heavy footsteps pounding against the soft ground, making the adrenaline spike in my veins.

  If he didn’t want to tell me, well then, I was going to keep him on his toes.

  Chapter 2

  “Come on, Crazy. It’s time to get up.” Kane shook my shoulder trying to get me awake.

  “No, go away,” I mumbled. The bed was warm and cozy. I never wanted to leave.

  “We are going on a trip.” His voice got higher on the last word, like what he was saying would be enough to convince me to get out of bed before the sun was up.

  “I want to take a trip back to my dreams.” I pulled the sheets over my head and wrapped myself up like a cocoon. I sighed as my body relaxed into the soft memory foam. My body felt like I was floating, but at the same time, I was sinker deeper and deeper into the bed.

  The cold air made my body shiver causing me to wrap myself up in a ball. “Kane! Go away!” I pouted as I tried to get the sheets back from his evil grasp. He was a demon! Demon spawn!

  His hand trailed up my right leg, up my inner thigh, and back down.

  “Oh, I don’t think so!” I rolled out of bed, landing on my feet. I was in my bra and panties, freezing my tushy off because of him.

  “I didn’t think so, but it got you out of bed, didn’t it?” He smirked that crooked smile at me that showed his dimple. I hated him. I did. Who looked like that this early?

  “Kane, it isn’t even light out yet. Can’t we stay in bed?” My knees hit the bed and I slowly walked toward him on the mattress. “I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.” I got on all fours, crawling over to him, pushing my butt in the air. His blue eyes glowed like flames were ignited behind them as they zeroed in on me.

  The tent in his pants told me he was thinking about it.

  “Come on.” My hands tugged on his pants, undoing his belt. The click sounded throughout the room and the zipper was loud as I pulled it down. I could see the base of his erection before it curved to the left down his thigh.

  His chest was damp with sweat as he gripped my shoulders with added force. “You're naughty, Crazy.” His thumb traced my bottom lip making me flick my tongue out to wrap around the digit and sucked it into my mouth.

  “You don’t play fair,” Kane breathed. “You know what you do to me.” His eyes closed and he held fell back onto his shoulders.

  “Think about what I can do to you if we stay in bed,” I said before sucking his thumb back into my mouth.

  “If we go back into bed and I fuck you, because I will, we are getting up after, do you understand? I made plans for us, but since you caused this…” He grabbed the girth of his cock through his pants. “You’re going to take care of it.”

  As much as I wanted to s
tay in bed, now I was all riled up and ready to go. “ I can handle that,” I rasped, as my hands gripped the waistband of his pants and pulled them down to release his jutting erection.

  “Oh,” he hissed as the crown of his cock hit my cheek leaving a trail of precum in its wake. “Damn it, Leslie.” Kane took off his shirt, displaying his well-earned muscles. His tattoos that snaked down his arms seemed to come alive with his movements.

  My tongue wanted to taste, so I flicked the slit of his crown, dipping inside before tracing the vein that pumped the blood into his cock.

  “Don’t tease me. You wanted this. You fucking suck it.” He wrapped his hand around himself as he put his other hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth towards his shaft. He didn’t even let me catch my breath before he thrust his hips, making his cock hit the back of my throat. It was unexpected, no matter how much I wanted it; I gagged, coughing spit on him before slurping it back between my lips.

  “You’re so hot. That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He whispered his encouraging words, setting both hands on my head to follow my bobbing movements. When I found a good rhythm, he stepped back, making me whimper. My mouth felt empty now and I wanted to be filled.

  He shoved me back on the bed. The pillows surrounded me like clouds as Kane settled his massive body between my legs, pushed my panties to the side, and in one, long hard stroke, he filled me.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned at the feel of him splitting me open, or, at least, it felt that way.

  He laid his forehead on my breasts, his raven-colored hair tickled my nipples, sending tremors of electricity over my skin.

  “I want to be inside of you forever. You were made for me.” He slid out with slow, deliberate moves, before pumping back inside me with force and paused. His cock stretched me to the brink; my walls screamed wanting relief-in a good way.

  “Kane!” His back curled over me. On impulse, my fingernails dug into his skin, scratching the sensitive flesh to wear my marks.

  “Ah, yes, Leslie,” he hissed as he arched into my touch. “More!” I didn’t think twice, clawing him down his spine, past the apples of his rear, until I couldn’t go any lower.

  “Mmmm, Oh, fuck.” He threw his head back, eyes closed, as he yelled at the ceiling.

  “Kane!” I felt hotter than I ever had. My body felt like it was on fire and my pussy was releasing my cream like a dam broke.

  The sounds of him sliding in and out of me echoed in the room along with my shouts of ecstasy. He threaded our hands together, clutching each other, holding on to one another, as he took us on the ride of our lives.

  The headboard smacked against the wall, drips of his sweat landed on my lips. The salty goodness only added to the moment. I wanted to be consumed by him. I wanted anything he could give me, and at the same time, I wanted him to take everything I had to offer. This felt different. After having sex hundreds of times, it was this time, which made me feel like he owned me. He was conquering me. He devoured me as his thick cock speared me over and over.

  Kane wrapped his arms around me, flipping us, until I was on top, peering down on him.

  “Ride my dick, baby. Feel it. This is yours. All yours.” The tendons in his neck looked like they were about to snap as I moved my hips back and forth. He must want me to cum sooner rather than later because this was the position that got me off the fastest.

  His hands landed on my hips, his fingers dug into the divots too hard, and I knew I would have his bruises there tomorrow. As I started to increase the speed, my clit rubbed against his pelvis, sending my body into a heated frenzy. I was whimpering, moaning, grunting, yelling, and cursing. I couldn’t stop the flood that was pouring from my mouth. His cock was magic, and it was hitting that particular spot inside me over and over again, seducing me with its spell.

  “Kane, Kane, Kane,” I chanted his name over and over again as I impaled myself on his girth. “You feel so good. You always feel so good.” His hands that were gripping my hips helped me rock even faster.

  “Oh, God!” I screamed as my orgasm bowled through me. I dropped my hands from tweaking my nipples to the sweat-soaked firm chest beneath me. My mouth dropped open, as I rode the waves of my orgasm.

  Kane tilted his head back further, pinching his eyes shut, and moved me quicker and quicker as he thrust his hips up into me sending me in a spiral of back to back orgasms.

  “Kane! Oh, Kane!” I held onto his chest as my body trembled from the sensations he was causing.

  “That’s it, baby. Scream my name. Let everyone know who is fucking you.” He pounded my pussy, until I shouted one last time, collapsing on top of him, before he shouted his completion.

  “Leslie,” he groaned my name, forcing every drop of cum he had deeper inside me with his hard thrust. His right hand clutched the back of my neck, while the other was still on my hip, holding me still until his cock had stop spurting.

  We laid there for a moment and silence cocooned us like a blanket. It was comfortable and warm, like coming home from a cold day outside in winter.

  A loud banging against the wall interrupted the peace. “You aren’t alone in the house anymore. Jesus, I did not need to hear that.”

  “Oh my God!” I hid my face in Kane’s chest, embarrassed that Evan, his seventeen-year-old brother heard us having sex.

  Kane’s entire body was shaking, and when I glanced at him, his pearly whites were showing, as he cackled, holding his stomach from the force. “Oh man, I completely forgot he was here. But damn, I won’t lie. I’m glad he knows his brother is a stud in the bedroom. Gives him hope that he will be. It’s in the genes, you know.”

  I sat up and put my hair in a bun as I looked over my shoulder. “You mean to tell me that it’s in your DNA to be good in bed?”

  “Um, yes?”

  I threw a pillow at his face. “You’re so full of it.”

  “No, you are.” He wiggled his brows as he tried to wrap his arms around me, but I ran into the bathroom, shutting the door.

  “You pig!” I laughed, turning on the shower. I felt a gush of liquid escape from between my legs. “Ah, gross.” I loved having sex, but I hated the cleanup. The act of him cumming inside me was so hot, but the aftermath was so uncomfortable that I had to shower, put on a panty-liner, and wait for him to drip out.

  Gross.

  The warm water felt like a spa as I tilted my head back. The warm spray quickly soaked my hair, dripped down my face, and into my mouth. It was relaxing. As much as I wanted to stand here and think of nothing, being in the shower seemed to have the opposite effect. I don’t know if it was because I was alone and everything came rushing back, but all I could think about was Chase. All I could think about was all the bad that had happened lately.

  “What you thinking about, Crazy?”

  Kane wrapped his arms around me, grounding me, bringing my mind out of the dark place it had sunk.

  “Just wondering where in the world you might be taking me.” Was it a lie if I was thinking about it?

  “Liar.” Kane kissed my neck, rocking me back and forth underneath the warm cascade of the shower.

  I leaned my head against his shoulder, contemplating on whether or not I should speak up about my fears. I felt so afraid of everything without Kane around to protect me from my demons. It shouldn’t be like that. I was a strong woman who had lived a nightmare, but being afraid of the dark was a quality of children, not a grown woman. Shadows that passed by make me jump, when they were just other people walking, needing to get to where they needed to be. Ever since the attack, there had been a darkened part of my soul, a tainted part, a piece that was ruined. I was afraid it was something I would never be able to get back. Chase took it from me, and I didn’t know how to reclaim it.

  “I’m scared,” my voice whispered above the hiss of the shower.

  “Of what?” The smell of cucumber melon floated around me as Kane started to wash my hair.

  “Everything.”

  Saying it made a weight lift off my c
hest. I had been keeping it buried and put on a brave face, but, on the inside, I was a mix of negative emotions.

  Kane tilted my head to wash the shampoo out of my hair. “Like what?” His voice was soft and soothing; yet, still raspy like someone’s voice after a shot of whiskey.

  My bottom lip quivered. “You name it. Shadows, the dark, sudden movements, people getting too close to me.” Rattling them off sounded like I was afraid that the boogeyman was going to jump out and snatch me away, and I’d never be seen again.

  “Me?”

  I shook my head. “Never you. It’s when I’m with you that I feel the safest. Only you. Always, only you, Kane. The anxiety in my stomach finally fades and I can breathe again. You make me breathe again,” I whispered the last few words while my eyes were closed, giving into the sensations as Kane washed my body. His hands glided along effortlessly because of the suds. He was tormenting me, but at the same time, he was giving me exactly what I needed—reassurance.

  “Crazy, that’s how I’ve felt since the second time I laid eyes on you.” The loofah trailed over my shoulders and he squeezed it, causing the suds to descend my breasts, my stomach, legs, until eventually, they washed down the drain, along with my fears.

  His cock was firming down the back of my leg, producing shallow breaths from my lungs. I watched his hand reach past me, thinking that he was going to slide it down my back and cup my rear, but the hissing of the water stopped and a sudden chill swept over my skin, indicating that not only did he not touch my butt like I wanted but he left me cold.

  “Aw, tuck that bottom lip back in.” He pushed my pouting lip up, only for it to fall back down. I must have looked like one of the female characters from a Disney movie when they got rained on--agitated and slightly aggressive.

  I stomped my foot, opened the shower door, and yanked the towel off the rail. “I hate being cold.”

  “I hate when my dick is hard, and it doesn’t get taken care of; yet, here we are.” He spread his arms wide, the biceps stretched like they were etched with a pencil, and let’s not get started on his body, the way the water droplets slowly teased his flesh, and his cock jutted out, pointing directly at me.