by Lila Kane
In seconds he was out of his shoes and pants, and he tossed his shirt on the ground with hers. She stepped up to him, breasts pressing against his chest, perfect hands sliding down his stomach and into his boxers.
Just like he’d imagined, her hands closed over him, and his eyes shut briefly at the feel. Firm, soft, silky, unforgiving—an incredible and contradictory mix that made his dick twitch.
But he wasn’t going to let her get him off like this. He wanted his face in her pussy, hands squeezing her tits, before he buried himself in her and fucked her as hard as he’d wanted to when he had her pressed against her front door.
Kane stepped to her, letting his hands roam along her shoulders and down her sides, before he pushed her onto the chair. She reached for him but he shook his head and forced her to recline. He removed her pants and underwear in one swift motion, and then breathed in deep.
“Alexis…” Her cunt already shined with her arousal, and he rubbed two fingers along the slit. “So damn wet for me.”
“I want your cock inside of me.”
He smiled. Straightforward and to the point. The Alexis he’d come to expect.
“First,” he murmured, finding he was plenty talkative when he had a beautiful woman in front of him, “let’s make sure you know my name.”
He shoved two fingers inside of her and twisted gently, curling them against the upper wall and watching as her back arched.
“Kane,” she breathed.
“That’s a good start.”
He added his thumb, pressing it against her clit before moving it slowly in circles. Her body writhed on the chair, every inch of her smooth skin flushing with the glow of pleasure.
“Oh God—” Her body jerked and then she gasped out his name again. “Kane!”
“That’s better.”
He stood, yanked off his boxers, and covered his body with hers. She arched her back, shoving her breasts against his chest, her nipples in tight buds. Her hands roamed again, over his back, down his hips, squeezing his ass.
“How do you find time to work out when you work here so much?” she asked.
“I’m resourceful—there are other ways to get exercise.”
He kissed her mouth, her jaw, and let his lips glide like a whisper down to her chest. He licked one nipple, then blew on it while his hands slid down to her wrists and pinned them against her side.
“Now, this one I didn’t expect,” he said, glancing at her him and the skull that was tattooed there. “I bet it has a story.”
Eyes closed, Alexis nodded. “They all do.”
“All?”
“There’s one on my shoulder blade, too.”
“Ah…I’ll have to take a look at that one later. Right now…”
Kane nudged her legs open with his knee, his eyes on her pussy.
When he slammed into her, her eyes shot open. Her lips parted, and wiggled against the restraint of his hands. “God, you feel so good.”
In response, he swiveled his hips, pushing in even further into her heat. Smooth and silky, and he was wet to the hilt, his dick throbbing for release.
“I need to touch you,” Alexis said.
He kept her wrists pinned. “Close your eyes.”
He expected her to argue, but she didn’t. With full trust written on her face, she closed her eyes.
Chapter 7
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Alexis
Even with her eyes closed, her body was overcome with sensation. Kane’s chiseled body swiveled in between her legs, driving her mad, while his tongue tormented her nipples. When he nipped one, she gasped, her back arching.
She was dripping for him, legs spread and hips rocking against his. All she could think was deeper, harder, faster. MORE.
His cock was so big, it touched every inch inside of her. Every hot, wet place that longed for him. And when he finally released her wrists, she could barely move because she was so lost in sensation.
“Open your eyes,” Kane said.
She did, obeying immediately. His face was above hers, body poised to plunge again. She gripped his arms, thick with muscle, full of ink and art.
“I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Alexis ran her hands up his shoulders and then dug her fingers into the back of his hair. Squeezing tight when he started to plunge. She shoved her hips at the same time, taking him as deep as possible, over and over again until a soft sob slipped out.
“Kane, please,” she murmured.
He continued to fuck her, as much of an expert with his body and hers as he was with ink. She kept her eyes locked on his, but couldn’t stop the moans of pleasure that kept escaping.
“You’re already trying to milk my cock,” he said. “This pussy belongs to me.”
“Only you.”
He slammed into her again. Her tits bounced, and the sound of flesh hitting flesh arose in the room. A few more thrusts and she cried out again, fingers squeezing in his hair.
“Kane!”
“Fuck,” he hissed, hips jerking against hers.
When he came inside of her, she could feel the heat, feeling the pulse if his cock as it emptied deep inside her.
One more thrust and she shot over the top, her body shuddering against his. Her clit throbbed, pounding to the time of her heart. She squeezed her thighs tight around him, holding him close until they could both breathe again.
Kane pulled out of her, his cum dripping on her legs. He sat up, putting his feet flat on the floor, and turned to look at her. His eyes went from her lips to her breasts, down to her pussy and back up again and she got hot all over again.
“Damn.” He smiled at her. “If I would have known this was underneath your flannels and combats boots, I might have tried to get in your pants a little sooner.”
She smacked his arm, but her grin was satisfied. “You didn’t try to get into my pants because you’re the boss, remember?”
He set his hand on her thigh. “I didn’t know what else to do. It seemed like the best course of action.”
“What did?”
“Treating you like a regular employee. But you’re not, Alexis. You’re…”
Her eyes locked on his, waiting. When he just shook his head, she sat up, disappointment coursing through her.
“I should get going,” Alexis said.
Kane retrieved her bra and panties, but didn’t pass them over yet. “Don’t go. Come home with me. I owe you an explanation.”
She was almost ready to decline, not up to going through this with him again, but he looked sincere.
“Please,” he said.
Alexis nodded and took her clothes to get dressed.
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Kane’s place wasn’t far from hers, a simple studio apartment that held more charm than she expected. She followed him to the living room. He brought them both a beer and opened hers before handing it over.
“I like your place,” she said.
“Me too. It suits me.”
She nodded, wondering how many other women he’d brought here. How many of them he was thinking about right now.
“You have questions,” he said, sitting next to her. He took one long pull on his beer. “Go ahead and ask.”
“I…don’t know. I’m confused. First you hate me, and the—”
“I didn’t hate you.”
“You treated me like—”
“I couldn’t fucking get you out of my mind.” He set aside his beer and pulled her onto his lap. “You’ve been there for weeks, making me think I’m losing my mind.”
Her throat dried. She met his eyes, searching for understanding. Surprised. “But…what about all the other women?”
“A distraction. They’d come in, I’d laugh and joke, but I wasn’t with any of them after you started. I couldn’t be. They weren’t for me.”
Her breath caught. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you’re the one for me.”
“Kane…”
“Don�
��t give me any bullshit about us working together or being professional. This is the way it is.”
She kissed him, scooting forward on his lap to get as close as possible. He gripped her hips, cock growing hard.
He cupped her cheeks between his palms. “Tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
And in her urgency to make him understand how she felt, she kissed him again and again, running her hands up his chest and down.
“Take me to bed,” she said.
He stood with her still in his lap and carried her to his bedroom.
Chapter 8
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Kane
He’d had countless women in his bed, but he usually didn’t wake up next to them. In fact, he usually shooed them out the door before the sun came up. Or he went to their place and made it clear he’d be heading home when they were finished.
Just to be upfront and honest.
But this…this was new. This was better. Because it was Alexis.
He rolled over, listened to her soft breathing for a moment, then slid his hand under the covers and ran his hand over her pussy. She moaned softly in her sleep, shifting onto her back. He spread her legs, grabbed his dick and stroked it a few times before shoving it inside of her.
When he thrust his hips, sinking in hard and deep, her eyes opened wide. Sleepy and aroused.
“Kane.”
“Say it again.”
“Kane,” she murmured.
He gritted his teeth and rolled over, pulling her on top of him. Her hair was mussed and wild, red hanging over her pale shoulders. She gave him a lazy grin, and stretched her arms high in the air before lowering her hands, letting them glide over her breasts…skim her abdomen…and touch her pussy.
Her fingers circled her clit. He nearly blew his load watching her. And when she started rocking against him, friction and heat, so wet, he gripped her hips.
“Come for me,” he demanded, wanting to see her face as she got off.
Her fingers moved faster, breath coming out in short pants. “Kane—”
“Come on, baby.”
He banged his hips into hers, his dick deep in her silky cunt.
Her breath yanked in and her hands clenched on his arms. Her head fell back as her body shook, milking his cock. And when she finally opened her eyes, he was harder than a rock.
She swiveled her hips and rocked her body on his. Her tits bounced as she did, jerking his dick in an a relentless torment of pleasure.
“Damn it—Alexis—”
His words broke off as he came, cock jerking and spurting into her tight cunt. She squeezed him tight, pussy closing hard over him, and made him come again.
He gripped her thighs so hard, he worried he might leave marks, but he couldn’t help it. She felt so good, all hot and tight, squeezing for him. Only him.
Alexis was his, and he didn’t plan on letter her go.
“Good morning,” she murmured.
He reached up, cupping her breast. “Very good morning. Come here.”
He held out his arm, and regretted she took the warmth of her pussy away, but he had something to say. She curled up against his body, still wet between her legs, and ran her hand across his chest. Over each tattoo that marked him.
“You’re not just an employee,” he said.
She tipped her chin up to look at his face. “I certainly hope not.”
“This is serious, Alexis.” She tried to sit up, but he held her tight against him. “No, I want you close when I say this.”
She nodded. “Okay. Say it.”
“I’m done with the blonds—like I said, I was done with them the moment you stepped through the door. Since then, it’s just you. And from now on…”
Her lips parted. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you’re mine. And I’m yours. Enough ignoring it, enough pretending like it doesn’t exist. We belong together.”
He waited a long moment, and then her lips curved. “I agree. There isn’t anyone else for me either. You’re it.”
“Before my dad died, he told me not to settle. ‘Have fun,’ he said, ‘Get into a little trouble and have some crazy nights, but don’t settle until the time is right.’”
“Sounds like a smart man.”
“He was.” Kane thought back to his father, a man who’d looked so much like him. A man who had been as ambitious as him but had never been able to make his dreams come true. “And I’d like to think I’m making him happy right now, settling with the right person.”
“Settling?”
“I don’t want anyone else, Alexis. I love you.”
She curled even closer, her arm wrapping around him. “I love you, too, Kane.”
“Then move in here with me. Stay with me. Be with me. It’ll make my dad happy. And it’ll make me happy.”
She smiled, and it was the best thing he’d seen in a long time. “Of course. I want to be with you.”
He turned his head to kiss her, and said it one more time because he couldn’t help it. “I love you, Alexis.”
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Six Months Later
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Alexis
“You sure you want to do this?” she asked.
Kane pulled his shirt off and leaned over the back of the chair. “I’m sure.”
“I mean, do you trust me?”
He sat up again, gripping her chin to give her a kiss. “You’re the only one I trust to do this. Now, give me a tattoo, woman.”
She laughed and pulled on her gloves. She was going to give Kane the best tattoo he’d ever had, one to remember his dad by. She understood those tattoos, understood what they meant. Hers was the first she’d gotten, and it was the best choice she’d ever made.
He kept quiet the entire time, making her nervous. Every few minutes, Alexis would peer around to see his face.
“Everything okay?” she’d ask.
He’d only grin. “Get back to work.”
It didn’t take long, just initials like the one she’d gotten to remember her dad by, but it was solid. Clean. And she was proud of it.
She handed Kane a mirror and had him stand in front of the other, larger one at her station so he could see.
He was silent for long enough, her stomach clenched.
“You don’t like it,” she said.
He set the mirror aside and turned around to grab her waist. “I love it.”
“You sure? Because I could add some more—”
“No, it’s perfect. You’re perfect. You belong here with me.”
Her cheeks burned because she wasn’t the only one in the room. Drew and Levi both had clients but it was clear by their smiles that they’d heard Kane’s words.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the small room in the back, the first place they’d had sex. The place where Kane still occasionally did his tattoos. “I have something to show you.”
She grinned, used to Kane’s surprises. He was still hard to read sometimes, but he’d always make things clear to her. Usually in a way that she hadn’t expected.
“Should I close my eyes?” she asked.
He grunted. “No.”
When she laughed, he swiveled and dug in a nearby drawer. He pulled out one of his business cards and passed it over.
The logo for Ink, Inc. was on the top, like usual, but under the names of the owners, it didn’t just say Kane Stone. It also said her name. Alexis Carter.
She exhaled. “Kane. I don’t…”
“I want you to be a part of this with me. Run the store with me. Like I said, you belong here.”
Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t find the words. “But, this is your place. You did it all yourself.”
“It’s our place. You understand it and why I needed to do it. Be part of this with me, Alexis.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes. Of course.”
He kissed her ear, then murmu
red, “That card is just a sample, though. Might have to change one more thing.”
“What?” She glanced down at the card. “It looks fine to me.”
“I think they might have spelled your name wrong.”
“It’s not wrong. It’s—”
And then she saw it. The velvet box he held in his hand.
“Alexis,” he said, voice low. Her knees nearly gave out. “Marry me.”
She swallowed her shock, and placed her hands over her chest, drowning in love for Kane. “Yes.”
He put the ring on her finger, and it was perfect. She held it out, letting it sparkle in the light.
“Good choice,” she told him.
“It reminded me of you.” He touched the card in her hands. “So we need to change your name.”
She grinned. “After we get married.”
“Tell me that’ll be soon.”
She laughed and put her arms around him again. “I can’t wait that long to marry you, Kane. I love you and I want to be with you forever.”
He squeezed her tight. “Me too.” He winked. “And next time, I get to ink you.”
“Deal.”
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Summary
Holly Martin swore she’d never return to Spring Creek, but when her father suffers a heart attack she has no choice. But as long as she can avoid Jake Adams, the man who made her leave town in the first place, she’ll be fine. Unfortunately, Jake’s one of the first people she runs into, and she can’t deny the attraction she feels. He’s hotter than ever, and she can’t help the way her body responds to him. Jake broke her heart in the past, and if she doesn’t keep her distance, there’s a chance he might do it again.
Jake never meant to hurt Holly—he’d only been a teenager when he’d broken it off with her. Since then, he can’t forget the way she used to make him feel, the way his body would come alive when he saw her. But she’s the one person who doesn’t want anything do with him. Jake is determined to show Holly he’s changed, and determined to prove to her just how much chemistry is still between them. He doesn’t plan to stop—not until he makes Holly his once more.
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