by Savannah May
Killian takes my hands in his across the table and holds them tight while I vent through my rage and it dissipates. I love how he does that. It makes me feel so supported. Like he's right there for me and will never let me fall.
“It's probably not a good thing to admit but I saw all that going on and I couldn't walk away. I married her because I wanted to take care of you.”
“And then I betrayed you,” I whimper, tears about to plop all over the tablecloth. “I'm sorry.”
“No Baby, I betrayed you. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I never should have left you. I should have held you and loved you and protected you. But I swear I'm here to do all of that now. And more.”
Chapter NINETEEN
Killian
People in the restaurant are starting to look at us like 'get a room'. The waiter fusses around, shifting the bread basket ostentatiously, to imply that we're blocking the table with our entwined hands.
Their stares give me an idea. After quickly checking out an app on my phone, I throw down more than enough money to cover everything and take Dusty Rose's hand to lead her outside.
“It's not time to go yet,” she whines with a little pout, like I'm getting rid of her.
I put her on the back of the bike and kiss her full lower lip so she smiles again. After kissing away a tear that escaped, I climb between her legs and kick off.
A quick glance over my shoulder tells me Dusty Rose has her head thrown back, a rapturous look in her features as she lets the wind take her hair and pummel her cheeks. Then she clutches me around the waist and wriggles her body so her chest is glued to my back right down to her pussy lips. Feeling her open entrance pressed against my ass has me deranged with lust to taste her again.
She's not wearing a helmet which is dangerous in more ways than one. So I soon pull into the lot of the hotel I found on the maps app. A winding driveway takes us through some lush landscaping and I pull up outside a luxury inn.
“What are we doing here?” Dusty Rose asks in her soft kitteny voice as I lift her off the bike. “Dessert?”
I take her hand and lead her into the reception. A little rustic and grandma for my taste, but Dusty Rose is delighted.
“It's so cute,” she claps her hands.
She always liked this crochet and patchwork look.
“Will that be one night, Sir?”
The clerk gives me a strange look seeing as we have absolutely zero luggage other than Dusty Rose's purse.
“Yeah, that'll be fine.” I decide not to tell him it'll be a couple hours at most.
As much as we can squeeze out of the time we have together.
I wait while he takes an imprint of my card and hands it back to me, then I lead Dusty Rose up to Room 213. I pick her up and carry her down the hallway lined with old pictures and too many ornaments on stands. I manage to get the door open and carry her over the threshold, making her laugh happily and clasp her arms around my neck. The feel of her tits squashed into my pecs has my dick twitching again but I calm it and throw her down on the pillow-strewn bed.
She tosses her bag to the floor and reaches her arms out to me, wide and so fucking welcoming.
“Baby, I didn't bring you here to fuck you,” I tell her, hardly believing the words coming from my mouth.
“Oh,” she frowns and gives me that girly little pout.
“It's not that I don't want you, Baby. I want us to have some time alone, to talk. We were gonna talk about the future.”
Dusty Rose smiles, all happy again and climbs to her knees on the bed. I walk across the room and throw down in the squashy armchair. If I'm within arm's reach of her, I'm gonna be sliding my cock balls deep inside her sweet tight pussy again.
“What about the future?” she says. “We love each other. We're going to be together forever. End of story. Now come over here and fuck me.”
“Baby, are you sure?” I know I'm only trying to deny the fierce attraction between us. And that's a pointless exercise because love will never be denied. Even if it gets you burnt to cinders.
“Yes I'm positive. I need you inside me Killian. Please, I'm begging you, fuck me again before I have to get to work.”
“Yeah, about that fucking work,” I growl, enraged at the thought of her leaving me soon to go to that place where other men will be eye-fucking her perfect little body all night.
“You're mine Baby. I've already told you I'm not happy about men looking at you, wanting what's mine.”
“But Daddy, we don’t have a choice at the moment. I hate it too, but I hate not being able to touch you way more.”
I ignore the way she's using that name on me.
“Then I want you to move into the apartment I rented.”
“But won't you get in trouble if we're living together?”
“I'll stay living in the studio I rented when I first got out.”
The small size still suits me if I'm honest. I must have become institutionalized to having nothing, including any privacy.
She frowns again and the pout is threatening.
“Don't give me that look,” I warn. “We've been through too much to take crazy chances now.”
“Er,” she indicates the room we aren't supposed to be in. The fact that she's undoing the fastening on her dress and letting it drop down her body to pool around her knees on the bed.
I have to swallow hard but I can't repress what the sight of her, kneeling there in just a pale colored set of lace underwear does to me. My cock is already thumping to be freed and buried inside her. She reaches up to loosen a tie she put in her luscious hair before we entered the hotel and it tumbles around her pale shoulders.
“Bra,” I grit out.
She immediately reaches behind, unhooks and drops the garment to the floor by her bag. Her round tits stand up firm without it. I watch as the hard pink points tauten into big buds. The craving to lap at them and nip them between my lips is unbearable.
Her eyes on me, she strokes the back of her neck and down the side of her breast. I watch her breath quicken so her tits go up and down faster and faster, matching the irrational speed of my own inhalations.
“Panties,” I gruff finally.
She slides the soaked lace down her thighs and leaves them trapped above her knees. I gaze at her naked smooth slit. The wet pink point poking through the little crack and I can't be this far away from her another second.
I'm across the room and shoving inside her pussy before I know what's happening. The ecstatic pleasure of being deep in her body has us both crying out.
After, I hold her in the crook of my arm, my bicep pillowing her head as I stroke her perfect curves. I can't stop looking at her and adoring everything she is.
“So you'll move to my apartment tomorrow,” I tell her. Not brooking any refusal.
“But won't people know I'm living in your place?”
“I rented it in your name. It's waiting there for you and it's paid for.”
“But I want you there with me. When will you come?”
I can't answer that. It depends on my compliance with the rules set out for me by humans who've decided they're entitled to dictate what's right or wrong.
“The bad people always get what they want and make others suffer,” Dusty Rose mumbles before dropping into a dreamy sleep.
Chapter TWENTY
Dusty Rose
After a few weeks of the bliss of being together at last, Killian again gets antsy about me working in the club. He comes every night to watch over me and every night he takes me to the private room. Usually he fucks me but sometimes he wants me to just sit on his lap so he can hold me in his arms. He wants to talk.
“I want to learn everything about you,” he insists.
It's not that I don’t want to talk to him and discover who we are to each other now. It's just that the insatiable desire for him hasn't abated at all. If anything it's gotten way stronger. I need to touch his hot skin, stroke my fingers along the carved out ridges stacked across his stoma
ch. I need to be naked in his arms.
Every second we're apart I yearn for his hands on me, his soft caresses trailing my skin, his hard pinches on my prodding nipples and his expert circling and rubbing on my clit.
We go to some luxury hotel out of town every day, order room service, eat in bed, feeding each other, laughing and chatting, sometimes we order a movie on the TV. That's discovering each other for me. Just having good times and being in love.
“You never stop learning in life,” Killian says. “I really only started learning properly, about the important shit, once I hit thirty.”
“Good, so then there's no reason for me to go to college.” I grab my chance to make a point.
“You bad girl,” he says.
Then he flips me over and the flat of his hand comes down on my bare ass in half a dozen delicious spanks.
“I'm serious,” I squeal between sharp claps on my cheeks that make my pussy wetter than ever.
I never knew you could get so turned on by being smacked on the ass but when he shoves a finger in me between slaps to my butt, I come all over his hand.
“Fuck, you're dripping wet. You like that, Baby?”
“I do,” I moan. Wanting more
“You use my words against me like that again, I’m gonna have to spank you a lot more frequently.”
“I mean it,” I whimper, my skin tingling with need for more. “I won't learn anything useful at college and I don’t want to be away from you all day and hanging with kids.”
He laughs at my disdain for people my own age.
“Please, Killian. We can travel together and learn things that way. All I really want to know is how to be the woman that makes you happy.”
“You already do that, Baby Girl. I could only be happier if we didn’t have to sneak around like we're having some dirty illicit affair.”
“You really don't think it's hot?” I laugh, actually I giggle, it's so naughty and I love it. “I was going to ask if we can continue with this practice of driving to the sticks to have sex in some luxury inn, empty the minibar and eat a ton of room service.”
Killian laughs too and I'm glad to see him happy. It's mostly just the club that bothers him.
Then one night there's an incident where some guy wants me to go to the room for a private dance and turns shitty when I refuse.
“My money not as good as that jackass, you little tramp?” he shouts.
Killian gets up and throws three or four swift jabs to the guy's nose and he goes down covered in blood.
I never knew Killian could fight like that. Like a killing machine and I'm absolutely terrified that he'll be sent back to jail if the cops arrive. I'm thinking about where I can hide him or how to get him out of there, when he yanks the drinks tray from my hand and tosses it to the floor, sending glasses and booze flying.
Then he picks me up like a little doll and carries me toward the exit. I see Nero lumbering toward us, and I see Vick hold him back, giving us extra time to get out of there. Killian puts me on the bike and drives way too fast, to a hotel out of town but not far enough.
“Just do it,” he snarls at the receptionist who looks doubtful about checking us in, mostly because of my outfit I guess.
At least Killian wrapped me in his leather jacket before starting the bike. Only my bare thighs in the slutty little skirt are on show and that's bad enough.
We get to the room and Killian grabs a little bottle from the minibar, then another and pours them both into a glass. He comes across the room, holds the glass while I drink, spluttering as the fiery liquor stings at my throat.
“Cognac,” he gruffs, pulling me into his arms and holding me there. “It'll stop the shaking.”
I realize then how I'm jerking and shivering and I only calm from being held in his arms.
“Please don't leave me again,” I whimper. “We shouldn’t be here. What if they find us?”
He used his card to check in, so that's his real name. I don't know how many cameras might have picked us up as we drove. All the stuff that's supposed to be for our security can work against us as well.
“I can't bear it if you go,” I whimper.
“I'm not going anywhere.”
With me still wrapped secure in his strong arms, he leans us back to lying flat on the comfortable bed. We stay like that through the rest of the night and half the morning. Killian doesn't shift an inch from pulling me tight to his chest, his iron biceps circling me.
Sometimes I jerk awake with a fright, sure he's being dragged away. Every time, he's right there, watching over me, not resting himself. He kisses the top of my head and strokes my back until I'm soothed back to sleeping.
It's his phone that wakes me up and I'm an anxious disaster, sure that it's his parole officer jerk calling him in. I have no idea how that shit works because Killian always resists saying much whenever I try to talk to him about it and I respect his not wanting to dredge it up.
My eyes are cemented to his face as he listens to the caller and his face gets a huge frown.
When I hear him say “Okay, look dude, I'll come in later this afternoon,” I come undone.
I make a wild dash at him and claw at his shoulders. Tears pour off my cheeks.
“No, no. You can't go,” I scream. “I won't let you leave me.”
“Baby, it's okay. It'll only be an hour or so.”
“No. They're all liars, you know that. Didn't they say you weren’t going to be arrested the first time? They tell you it'll be an hour then next thing you know, you're in a fucking cell for a year. And I'm left all alone.”
I’m sobbing and tears run in streams down my face.
Killian pulls me down in his lap and enfolds me into his warm circle embrace again.
“Baby, stop worrying. Nothing's going to happen to me. I'm never going to leave you again. That was about work.”
“Work?” I squeak.
“Yeah.” He strokes me until my breathing starts to relax. The prickles of fear on my skin give up and recede. “My old company has a huge contract on the table and the client's refusing to deal with anyone but me. I'm going in to make enough money for us that we never have to worry about another thing. Then I'll be back.”
I'm still not happy. Anything could go wrong and we've already taken more risks than we can get away with. I've got a bad feeling our luck is about to run out.
But Killian orders up pots of hot tea and pancakes from room service, then holds me enveloped close on his lap the entire time, until it arrives.
Chapter TWENTY ONE
Killian
Dusty Rose finally gets all moved into the apartment like I told her. It bugs my ass that I can't help her. I said I'd hire a moving company to take care of it but she laughed and said they'd be pissed when they saw how little she had.
“I never made the tips the other girls do,” she tells me. “I don't like flirting with strange men and shaking my ass so they slide an extra five in my bra.”
“I'm fucking glad about that,” I grit out. My fists clench, wanting to punch something and hard. “That's all fucking over now.”
“Thank you. For taking me out of there.”
She stands up on tiptoes to kiss my mouth. I almost fucking devour her.
Jeezus. She's thanking me. Thanking me. After I ruined her life. Got her kicked out of her house when I should have been there to protect her.
“But why can't you come to the apartment and stay over with me,” she complains so sweetly. “I don't want to sleep without you.”
“It's too dangerous, Baby. I'm too well known around town and you're too stunning to go unnoticed. People are too quick with cameras and snapchat and shit.”
I don't have to watch over her now. Now she's in a good area and a doorman building. Still I stand around late into the night. Unable to sleep for thinking about her. One night she comes tearing out of the building, half fucking dressed, looking all around desperately. I kick the bike into action, drive up the street and help her climb o
n before taking off again at a clip.
“What is it, baby? What happened?” I demand, when stopped at a light.
“I can't sleep. Ever. I had a nightmare that you weren't coming back.” She's clutching me around the abs so tight it's an effort to maneuver the big machine. “Please. Killian please. Take me to a hotel tonight. Stay with me.”
I do as she says. Driving to a five star out at the airport where the strange check-in hour will be less remarkable.
Once we're in the huge bed, I try to hold her in my arms to get some sleep but she's restless.
“Please Killian, fuck me,” she moans. “I need to feel you inside me.”
I'm already wearing a solid bolt of steel and her words inflame me further. I part her legs and find her entrance.
“Baby, you're fucking soaked.”
“I need you. Please.”
I slide into her, firmly riding the length of her so she gasps as she feels me invade her body and open her up. Her arms go around my shoulders and she finally relaxes. The only way my Baby can sleep is by having me fuck her first and knowing she can have me fill her tight little pussy whenever she wants.
I have a meeting in the morning and I'm hardly dressed to close a deal. Even with my rebel nature, boots and leather jacket don't say billion dollar close.
Dusty Rose is still asleep. I stand over the bed, watching her gentle breathing, loathe to leave her. The pale skin of her sensitive neck contrasts with the palest pink blush on her cheek. So fragile and vulnerable. I lean in to kiss her and she stirs, moaning sleepily.
“Stay here, Baby. I'll be back later.”
She reaches her arms up, her eyes still closed, planning to pull me back into her bedtime embrace. It takes every effort to duck away from her and slip out of the room. Not before putting the 'Do not disturb' notice on the door handle.
I ride back to my dumpster apartment and change into a Prada I bought for the occasion. All my old suits were slashed to ribbons by the ex. Then I ride downtown to the company I started with two friends out of college and have now been forced out of.
