by Emily Bowie
When two fingers finally push themselves in, my breath hisses out, welcoming it. My legs shake as he works my clit at the same time his fingers enter me. He rubs faster, my body rocking with his rhythm. I want it all from him.
My eyes close at the same time I feel his mouth back on my nipple. My body begins to shudder at the pleasure. It’s so good; God, it feels fantastic. I need more. I can feel my body starting to tense from the buildup of what’s about to come. As he nips at my nipple, my orgasm shoots through me, making me scream out, my legs buckling as the euphoric feeling makes them weak. I call out his name like it’s second nature.
“Kellie,” his voice rumbles as he kisses his way down my stomach, letting go of my hand to help support me.
Slowly, he takes my pants off, taking my panties along with them. “I want to fuck that sweet pussy of yours,” he tells me before his licks my folds. “You’ve always been my sweetest addiction.”
Picking me up effortlessly, he begins walking us to my bedroom. His lips are on me, not needing to keep his eyes ahead of us to walk us there.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs between kisses.
I’ve missed this. Our ability to connect. The way he makes me feel. There has to be a reason why I was never able to connect with anyone else. I love the way my stomach flutters when he is around. I had forgotten about this feeling.
He places me down on the bed, and I take the opportunity to look him over. His features have matured over the last few years, his eyes more intense, his lips looking firmer, like they have forgotten how to smile.
“Are you happy?” I find myself asking with my fingers lightly tracing his scruffed jaw, toward his chest, and down to his happy trail.
“I’ve only ever been happy with you,” he tells me. The way he says it makes my stomach flip. I’m not used to Kiptyn being this gentle, this open, this forthcoming. My eyes leave the path my fingers just went to find him watching me.
“Then why didn’t you fight for me?” I hate how it sounds like a plea. This man drives me crazy, making me second-guess everything I have tried to convince myself about him.
“I’m fighting for you now.” He interlocks our hands as he bends down over me.
There’s no going back from this. I need Kiptyn right now. I’ll let my mind worry about the tomorrow in the morning.
He kisses up my flat stomach until he reaches my nipple that’s begging for more attention. Pleasure zings through me at the way he worships my body.
I can feel the crown of his cock at my entrance. I open my legs farther, needing him right now. I feel wild, untamed, and free.
We both moan in unison as he pushes himself into me. He feels amazing, and I don’t want tonight to end.
The way he keeps touching me with each thrust, I feel like I’m special to him. This feels emotionally intimate, and it clogs my throat. My thoughts get through the barrier I try to cage them in, telling me he’ll break my heart again. They whisper to me that he’ll leave; not even I can keep him here.
My fingers pull at his hair, pushing his lips toward mine. I need to feel his lips, need to let my body just feel. We feel right when I refuse to listen to my mind.
I feel how his body reacts to mine. Our hearts beat in unison against each other. It’s what takes me over the edge. His mouth muffles my scream as my orgasm shoots through me, making me arch and my fingers scratch down his back, as it sucks me into a deep hole I promised myself I would never enter again.
CHAPTER 49
I forgot how nice it was to have Kellie in my arms. Her naked body is snuggled into mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The sun trying to peek through the curtains reminds me of what needs to be done.
With Kellie sleeping in my arms, I take a picture of the two of us. She begins to stir in my embrace. “Morning.”
She smiles weakly. “We’re going to have to talk about last night.”
I bring my lips to her cheek.
“We are so different, Kiptyn.”
I expected this to come, but it still hurts like fucking hell. “That has never stopped us before.”
“You were never on the most-wanted list before either.”
Kellie was always the logical one of the two of us. I go with gut feelings and hope it works out. “Details that mean nothing,” I remind her.
“It’s a pretty big detail,” she argues, sitting up, keeping a blanket covering her. I want nothing more than to paw it down. I’ve seen her naked plenty of times. No need to cover up.
“Marry me, even if it’s just for the two of us.” It feels right; I know she feels it. If she would go with that, we can make anything work.
“We can’t work.”
“Instead of coming up with reasons why it can’t work, listen to your heart. We can figure it out after.”
“My heart is irrational,” she sighs, refusing to listen to me.
“So listen to it.”
She wants to. It’s glowing off of her. It’s her mind that finds too many facts why this would be bad.
“How will we stay together?”
“Let me figure out the details.” I shrug. I have absolute confidence in us, always have. “Marry me, even if you decide it’s only for a few hours. Make me a happy man. Then you can go off being amazing.” I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t plan on living much longer if she won’t have me. It will only make my plan of going out even that more epic. I plan to fuck everyone who has ever fucked me. It’ll be a whole hell of a lot easier if I have no expectations of living through it.
Indecision runs rampant through her features “Okay,” she says slowly, “let’s do it.”
“Say it again.”
“Kiptyn McGrath, yes, I will marry you.”
Her words are music to my ears.
*
For the next week, Kellie and I act like a real couple. We ignored all the reasons why we can’t be together. We both know the expiration date is coming, it being the elephant in the room that I happily ignore.
“I have a surprise for you,” I tell Kellie softly as she begins to wake.
Today, I plan to marry her. I want to go out in style. I need this memory to cling to at the end. Opening the bedroom door, I watch her slowly stir from sleep. She’s breathtaking, even with the bedhead and all. I can feel my dick begin to stir and know I need to get in and out before I decide to do something about it.
Walking in, I place a sticky note to her forehead. Her annoyed moan causes me to bite the inside of my cheek, trying to rein in my cock from claiming her once again. If I stay in here any longer with her stretching that creamy, naked body of hers, I will be throwing us off schedule, and when I fuck her next, I want her to be my wife.
“What the hell, Kip?” I hear her call out to me as I walk into the living room area.
“Where is she?” Sloan asks, walking into my home like she owns it. I point to our room. Sloan is here to help her get ready for my surprise backyard wedding. This will go one of two ways: Kellie will be pissed that I surprised her by actually going through with this, or two, she’ll think it’s romantic. I’m hoping for the latter. Maybe this is the time she’ll change her mind and see we can fit together even after all these years.
I step outside to see Shay, Sloan’s friend, fixing the flowered archway I had the Steeles make for me. For a late fall day, the weather is perfect.
Going back inside, I put on my new jeans and white collared button shirt. If you asked me when I was younger if I would ever get married, I would have told you it would be too dangerous. I’d have some long spiel about it not being in the cards for me. Back then, I never realized how important this day would be for me. I feel a loosening of my chest, knowing Kellie will finally be mine. I almost don’t recognize myself in the mirror. I have a smile on my face. It’s odd-looking. I don’t remember the last time I saw it genuinely on my face.
Sloan gives me the heads up that they’re almost ready, and I head outside to wait for my bride. When the music starts, I perk up
, looking for my girl. She steps out in the beautiful wedding dress I picked out. There’s lace covering her arms, and it covers her chest before the white fabric starts and goes down her slender frame. The back dips low showing off her back before flowing outward.
My breath hitches seeing her, and she has this smile on her face that I will never forget. I was placed on this earth to make this girl smile. Tears swarm her eyes, even with her fighting against them. I must have done something right to have her walking toward me.
I have to blink to get the moisture in my eyes to leave. Must be from the sun blaring down too brightly.
“You look stunning.” I kiss her cheek, taking her from Sloan and walking her up myself. “You still ready?”
She nods. “Yes.”
Standing under the flower-covered archway, Kellie recites her vows, repeating after Shay. She is making me the happiest man, listening to her promises. Looking up at me, she gives me that adorable smile as I repeat to her my solemn vows of better or worse, sickness and in health. Each statement becoming a new meaning for me, as I take them seriously. My hand shakes as I place her wedding band on her ring finger. I try to memorize every second, still in shock that my angel, the one person who makes me a better person, is willing to take a chance on me. I have everything I have ever wanted now. I have no regrets, no more wants for my future. She made it all happen just by being my wife.
*
“Want to head to an outside concert?” I ask Kellie. She’s toweling her hair dry when she pauses. We can’t have a honeymoon, so this will have to do. “It’s a Rhett Steele concert. Rumor has it, he plans on pulling your girl Camilla on stage with him.”
I’m taking a chance with us going out in public, but I crave seeing that twinkle in her eye. This concert, she will love, and a part of me needs to feel like this is real. Being out in public doing what a normal couple would is too tempting. I want to experience this with her. Music is a huge part of her life; I can experience this small part of it with her.
She eyes me before slowly asking, “How do you know I’m friends with her?”
“I know everything.” I shrug, refusing to apologize that I have made it my mission to know everything about her.
“I would love that.” She steps into me, giving me a chaste peck on the lips. “I’ve been ignoring her calls lately with all this craziness happening. It would be good to see her again.”
My breath releases, seeing she’s not angry with me.
“Yeah, hanging with me there would be awful. Good thing you get to see her,” I tease.
She playfully slaps me. “You know I love hanging out with you.”
“But do you love me?” I pull her in by her hips.
“I have always loved you.” Music to my ears.
“Good.” I smack her ass. “Get ready so we can leave.”
*
The small-town field is packed for the lighting of the town’s Christmas lights. We stay at the back, taking it all in. I half sit on the low metal guard rail as Kellie sits between my legs. The music sweeps us away into our own little bubble. We’ve never been able to be like this in public, and it’s addictive.
The way she keeps sneaking looks at me and how her smile shines has me wishing I did this for us years ago. I don’t want to go back to what we once were. I like what we are now.
My heart stalls, knowing I’m going to have to force a decision from her. One that could put me on the losing end. I have to remind myself that the only thing I care about is her happiness. I have to leave myself out of the equation. I can’t keep her, because I’m being too selfish, even though that’s what I want to do. It’s what my heart screams for me to do.
CHAPTER 50
“Do you trust me?” Kip asks me. I hate this question; it never means anything good. I have been dreading this day since Kiptyn told me that we can’t stay in this house forever, and I need to make a decision on what I want in life. I want it all, both sides battling over each other.
“I trust you to keep me safe.” It’s honest and true. He has always made me feel this way.
I can tell he is feeling agitated. I’ve never seen him like this, and that scares me. Word has now spread that I’m missing. My parents play the sorrowful parents part perfectly. Noah does press interviews about an award to have his fiancée back. It makes it all harder for me to keep playing whatever Kip and I are doing.
I would love to confront all of them, demanding the truth. But Kip keeps telling me it’s unsafe, because they’re working with the MC. The same club who wants all of Kiptyn’s stuff, including his life.
I can tell our time is coming to an end, and he will ask me once more for me to stay. It’s not fair to either of us. My brain keeps telling me this, and I have a hard time trusting Kiptyn when he says to listen to my heart.
If only we could go back to the first day we met. Kiptyn turns down my father when he steps into McGrath mansion, and I stop being so obsessed with making it big.
“I have it all under control,” he tells me, but my frown stays in place. When it comes to Kiptyn and me, nothing has ever felt in control. It’s always been a whirlwind, especially now.
“I don’t know if I can go through with the plan,” I say honestly, my stomach feeling sick with unease.
There is only one way out of this type of life for Kip, and I hate thinking that I’m going to help him with that. I want to take everyone down who has ever wronged him—whether he deserved it or not—but not like this. I want us to stay in our bubble. The last few weeks have been perfect, in our own make-believe land.
“That’s why I gave two options. You don’t need to decide until then.”
My heart hammers against my ribs. I can’t see myself living without him, but I also can’t see how our futures fit together. It makes me feel guilty for even thinking it, when all he has ever done is look out for me and love me like no one in the world.
*
McGrath Mansion comes into view. This is where Kip and I will finish our love story… or where I get to rewrite our ending. My body shakes, and I have never been so afraid. No cars or motorcycles are parked in the overgrown parking lot. The same boards are hammered into the door and some of the windows.
Kip refuses to meet my eye, unnerving me more. He has gone over the plan with me a thousand times, and I still feel like I’m going to miss a step.
Stepping off his bike, we leave it out in full view as we walk around toward the back. Small trees have grown up in the road crush, my feet stomping a few down. Rounding the corner, Kiptyn takes the lead, staying in front of me. With shaky legs, I walk behind him, watching his tight back muscles manually lift the bay door before we walk inside.
He hands me an orange plastic gas can and nods. With jittery steps, I walk to the outside and start to pour the strong-smelling liquid on the base of the bar on the outside.
Kiptyn watches my every move, his gun out for show. “Good girl. Now come to me.”
Going to him, he keeps a possessive hand around the back of my neck, leading me deeper into the bay.
I can’t keep my breath steady, the small inhales doing nothing for me. I feel like I’m on the verge of a panic attach.
“Smoke?” he asks me, bringing a pack out. “I know you used to like them, am I right?” His words seem harsher than they are. I can’t help but flinch, knowing that my indecision is making him nervous. He doesn’t have to tell me for me to know he thinks I don’t love him enough.
A click of a gun has my eyes widening as I look around. Kiptyn brings a cigarette out, placing it between his lips.
“Let her go, McGrath,” Noah’s voice echoes, my eyes darting, unsure where it came from.
The gravel being crushed outside has me waiting to see who will walk in. First Noah then my father walk into the dim bay. Both have guns trained on Kiptyn.
“Now why would I do that?” he taunts them. “Careful, a spark from that gun could cause this whole place to light up in flames.”
“Kellie, yo
u okay?” Noah asks me.
I nod violently, tears coming to my eyes. I dare not say a word.
“You can have her if you give me all the money you’ve taken from her,” Kip talks to my father before turning his attention to Noah.
“I’ll let her go, if you tell her the truth. There never was any scare for kidnappings. And that her father promised you his legacy if you married his daughter.”
My eyes continue to dart between all the men.
“Kellie, every word out of his mouth is a lie. I love you,” Noah tells me, stepping a foot closer. Kiptyn comes from behind me, his arms holding me into his chest before he places the gun in my hands. “All you need to do is pull the trigger,” he tells me softly, curling my fingers around it.
“Kellie, no,” my father pleads, looking scared. Then Kip moves my hands to Noah.
“I’ll let you choose.” He chuckles into my ear, watching Noah and my father sweat. The thunder of motorcycle engines begin to take over the sound.
“Sounds like the Fallen Saints want to play with us too.” The rush of engines and footsteps and yelling come closer and closer.
“I love you, Kellie. I’ve always been there for you no matter what,” Noah tells me. No one seems to know who to trust.
Just as the sounds of people come near the back, my hands stop wavering with nervousness. I’ve made my decision. “I’m sorry,” I tell Kip as I turn and pull the trigger, making my choice for the two of us.
I watch as he stumbles back, just before I place another bullet into him. He falls down, red seeping out of his clothes. I stand there, watching him bleed out on the floor.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Noah coming for me as the men from the MC round the corner, taking in the scene just as the sound of sirens is heard. The sirens take over the bikers. I get the image of an ant hill, with everyone scurrying around, looking busy at their task.
