"Shit, Lily." My hand on her ass, I slide her toward me. I don't bother saying anything else, because I don't want to have a conversation with this woman anymore. I want to fuck her senseless.
So that's what I do. I enter her, slowly at first, until she angles her hips against me, demanding more. She's warm and wet and so tight that I think I'm going to lose my mind as I move inside her with long strokes that are harder while she wraps her legs around my waist.
"Killian," she moans, the sound low under her breath. Her pussy tightens around me as I bring her higher and higher.
"Is this what you wanted?" I ask. "You've been thinking about me inside you?"
"Yes," she breathes. Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she holds onto me, her thighs clamping me tighter as I drive into her over and over until she's panting. I talk to her, telling her all of the dirty things I want to do to her, until I'm too incoherent to form words any longer and she's only repeating my name.
"I'm going to co –" she whispers, but she doesn't get out the words before she does. I cover her mouth with mine as her pussy contracts around my cock, greedily demanding everything from me.
My balls clench and I let go, coming inside her in one furious thrust, letting go all of the pent-up frustration I've had with this woman. Her breath is short, her breasts still heaving when she looks up at me, hair disheveled, and grins. "I needed that."
"You needed that? Oh, hell. Just wait, darlin’. I just got started."
26
Lily
I take him upstairs and direct him to my room while I check on Chloe. She's curled up in her bed, her bedspread pulled up to her neck the way she always sleeps. I touch the back of my hand to her forehead. No fever. She doesn't stir; once the kid is out, she sleeps like the dead. But just in case, I flick on her white noise machine.
Then I tiptoe quietly to my bedroom where Killian is waiting. My heart pounds its rhythm in my chest, nervous anticipation overshadowing everything else. I shouldn't be nervous. All of my inhibitions should be gone after fucking him on the counter of the bathroom. And sitting on his face in my bakery. And wrapping my lips around his cock in broad daylight outside of his house.
Hell, I think I might have ditched inhibition a long time ago.
Still, when I see Killian standing there in my bedroom, his clothes discarded on the seat of the armchair by the window, my heart flutters. Having him in my bedroom is different than being in the bakery. Or at his house. Or in the bathroom downstairs.
This feels much more intimate. It is much more intimate. Killian Saint is in my bedroom, my personal space. This might be too much, too soon, for me.
"What's that look?" Killian asks.
"What look?"
"You had a look."
"This is my normal look."
"Nope. I've not seen that look before."
"Well, you just don't know all of my looks."
"I believe that." His eyes, dark and deep, search mine. "Is this too weird?"
"Weird?" My voice comes out an octave higher than it usually sounds. "What would be weird about it?"
“Are you okay with having me here?"
I exhale heavily. "Chloe is down the hall, and it's well, she hasn't met anyone. I mean, I haven't brought anyone home. Like a guy. She hasn’t met anyone I’ve been with. I mean, not that I’m with you. We’re not together-together or anything. We’re just friends. Kind of. I mean, considering you just had your penis inside me, it’s weird to say we’re just friends. Dear God, I can’t stop talking."
"Yeah, now it's getting weird," Killian says, his tone serious. But he steps forward, drawing close to me, his hardness brushing gently against my leg as he pulls me into him.
"Oh, shut up."
"And now we're back to normal."
"Not quite," I say, sliding my hand around his waist and over his muscular ass.
He grinds his hardness into me. "You're right. That's much better."
My nervousness begins to melt away, quickly replaced by lust as Killian pins me against him. "Much better," I repeat as he yanks my cotton skirt down my hips. He slips my shirt over my head, undressing me quickly and tossing my clothing on the floor.
When he kisses me this time, it's not like before when it was frantic and primal. This time, he cups my face in his palms, bringing his lips down lightly on mine. He kisses me, his tongue probing and exploring like we have all the time in the world. I don't know how long he kisses me. It could be hours for all I know, but when he pulls away from me, all of the nervousness and all of the worry about having Killian here – or what to call us – melts away. I'm practically putty in his hand and he knows it.
And by the way he looks at me, his eyes dark and hungry, I think he feels the same.
"Lily." He speaks my name, his voice thick as he presses his hardness against me. "This is what you do to me. Do you know how hard it is for me to think about anything else when I'm around you? The only thing I can think about is how badly I want to be inside you."
"You were just inside me.”
He slides his hands under my ass, and I have to bite my lip to keep from shrieking in surprise as he lifts me up off the ground and carries me to the bed, depositing me gently on my back on the white comforter. I sink into the mountain of pillows on the bed. "I know. But I told you that was nothing compared to what I want to do to you."
"What do you want to do to me?" I whisper.
He climbs over me, his cock grazing my pelvis, and I arch my hips slightly like some kind of involuntary reflex. “I want to make you come over and over.” Then his eyes settle behind me as he reaches for a pillow and tosses it to the floor. “But first, I want to get rid of – how many damn pillows are on this bed?”
“I don’t know. Ten?”
“Ten pillows?” Another one hits the floor.
“I usually put them on that bench by the window,” I chide.
“If I did that, I’d have to climb out of this bed, and I couldn’t hover over you the way I’m doing right now. And that would be a damned shame.” He lowers his hips, brushing his erection over my pelvis again as he throws another pillow, narrowly missing the bench by the window.
“I’d rather you stay where you are.” I palm his cock, watching as it springs to life under my hand.
“Not so fast.” He slides down me, his lips grazing my collarbone, then down over my breasts. I moan softly at the sensation of his tongue on my skin. This time, when his tongue circles each nipple, it’s like a gentle caress – one that I don’t want to ever stop. “I told you, I want to make you come again and again. I want to take my time with you.”
"Then you should do that," I tell him. "But don't take your time."
Killian laughs, the sound low in his throat as he reaches between my legs, his fingers slipping easily inside. Almost immediately, he finds the spot inside me that practically makes my toes curl. "You're demanding," he notes. "Why am I not surprised?"
"I'm not demanding," I whisper back. "But if you keep touching me the way you’re touching me right now, you're going to make me come in no time flat."
"Good," he says, grinning, "because if you think I'm going to be finished with you in one shot, you're mistaken."
"You can't ruin me. You’re not allowed," I murmur as his thumb presses against my clit, in exactly the right spot as he slowly strokes me inside. "I have to be able to walk. I have a business, you know."
"Look at me, cupcake," he orders when I let my eyelids close just for a second. He corrects himself. “Lily.”
"Mmm-hmm." When he looks at me, lust in his eyes, the way he's doing now, it pushes me so close to the edge that I think I'm going to explode. I run my hand over his chest, willing him to bring himself closer to me, to enter me.
"Tomorrow, when you're walking around, I want you to still feel me between your legs. I want you sore and empty and aching for me inside you."
"Oh, God." I whisper the words, already too far gone to be more eloquent than that.
; "You're going to have to let go, Lily. You’re going to have to come for me, because I want to feel you come on my fingers before you come on my cock."
"Killian," I warn, because I'm veering too close to the edge.
"Don't worry. I’m going to take you again. I'm going to take you in every possible way. Every part of you is going to be mine.”
I should object. I should protest the fact that this mountain man thinks he can somehow stake his claim on me.
In fact, my lips start to form the words. You don't own me, is what I want to say. Except I don't say that. Instead, my brain somehow short-circuits and my body takes over. Instead, I hear myself groan the words, "Fuck me."
And I come. The second I speak the words, I crash over the edge, my orgasm overtaking me like a wave, so intense it threatens to drown me. I'm barely aware when he takes away his fingers. I vaguely hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then he's over me, pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance.
My muscles throbbing, I arch my hips, aching for him to be inside me. The exquisite pleasure of having him inside me is nearly too much to take in my current state. I’m too on-edge, my entire body turned on by his touch. "Oh, hell, Lily." He looks down at me, his brow furrowed as he thrusts inside me. "You just feel so damn good. So tight. So wet."
"Yes." It's the only word I can think of because at this point my brain has officially turned to mush and maybe leaked out of my ears. The only thing I have the capacity to think about is Killian.
Killian's cock inside me. The rhythmic thrusting as he fucks me. Killian's hands pushing mine above my head, fingers interlocked as he pins me down and begins to fuck me harder, deeper. Killian's eyes on mine as he murmurs my name, asking me if I want him to keep going, how I want him to fuck me.
Harder, I beg. Harder. Deeper. More, more, more.
"I don't want to hurt you," he says. I don't tell him that it's impossible, that I'm so turned on, so wet, there's no way he can hurt me. I just wrap my legs around him, pulling him tighter against me, wanting as much of him as I can get.
He brings me higher and higher, until I’m so hot, so swollen around him that I can feel him pulsing inside me. I can feel his cock throbbing, his dick so hard he must be near exploding.
And I’m near exploding. I’m practically delirious. Drunk on him, drunk on sex, drunk on lust. My head is spinning.
“Look at me, Lily,” he orders when my eyes close lightly as I near the cliff, close to diving over the edge. “I want to see you come. I want to see you.”
His eyes say he wants everything from me, and the mere idea sends me hurtling toward orgasm. I cry out, pulling him against me and burying my face in his shoulder as he thrusts deeply inside me – once, twice, three times – groaning my name as he comes. I cling to him as my orgasm envelopes me, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before.
We stay just like that, with him buried inside me for a while, the only noise in the room the sound of our ragged breath. He brings his lips to my forehead, then to my temple and the side of my cheek, before lightly pressing them to my lips. “That was…”
“I know.” I don’t have any other words.
27
Killian
I’m lying face-up in Lily’s bed, her head on my chest, my hand on the small of her back. I’m in a bed with lavender sheets and a fluffy white bedspread and approximately three hundred pillows now scattered on the floor.
And I’m cuddling.
I exhale a low laugh under my breath. If any of my brothers found out about this, they’d never let me hear the end of it. I can only imagine the shit I’d get, especially from Elias and Silas.
Then Lily lets out a sigh, snuggling up against me, and I think maybe my brothers are onto something. I run my hand over her ass. Yeah, this cuddling thing might not be so bad.
“What are you thinking, caveman?” Lily asks. She rolls onto her side, propping her head up with her hand.
Aw, hell. Like I’m going to tell her I was thinking about cuddling. My gaze drifts along her naked body. “You know what I’m thinking.”
She blushes. I’ve taken her three times tonight, and she’s blushing because I’m looking at her naked. “I love mushrooms,” she says.
“Uh. . . okay. Is that a euphemism?”
Lily snorts. “I’m telling you something about me,” she explains. She clears her throat. “And I hate the smell of cut grass.”
“Who hates the smell of cut grass?” I ask. “That’s like saying you hate the smell of rain.”
“Rain doesn’t smell.”
“Of course it does. What’s wrong with you? Do you have some kind of olfactory impairment?”
She looks at me, wrinkling her nose. “Clearly, something is wrong with me. My judgment is obviously impaired.”
“Clever. I was hoping for some more witty rep-ar-tee, and it looks like I got it.”
She laughs. “See? There you go. Now you know stuff about me.”
I raise my eyebrows. “You love mushrooms and hate the smell of cut grass. Careful, don’t spill your guts. I’d hate to know all of your secrets so soon.”
“Okay, Mr. I-Hate-Brussels-Sprouts, what do you want to know?” Lily rolls onto her stomach, putting her perfect curvy ass on display, and my cock stirs in response.
I want to know about her dead husband. I want to know what made him a not-so-good guy. I want to know if she’s in love with a ghost. I want to know why she came to West Bend. I want to know what her life was like before. I don’t know why I want to know those things about her, but I do.
Except I don’t ask any of those questions.
She turns her head to the side, looking at me expectantly. “What do you want to know?” she repeats.
I trail my fingers down the middle of her back along the dimples that lead to her ass. “I have a very personal question.”
She looks at me, wariness evident. “A very personal question,” she echoes, her voice flat.
“That’s right.”
“Okay.”
“Pancakes or waffles?”
She laughs. “That’s your very personal question?”
“That’s not personal enough? Would you rather I’d have asked if you liked anal?”
Her cheeks turn pink. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“See? I know enough about you to know you’d have slapped me for even asking. Besides, I also know enough about you to know the answer to that question already.”
“You do not.” Her eyes are wide. “You can’t, because I don’t know the answer to that question.”
“I knew you were going to say that.” I lean close to her and whisper, my palm caressing her ass cheek. “But I also know the answer is that you’ll like it with me.”
“God, you’re arrogant, aren’t you?”
“Truthful and arrogant are two different things.”
“Yeah, I’m clear on the difference. I’m also clear on which one you are.”
“Back to the important question. Do you have a waffle maker? Sex makes me hungry.”
“I have a seven-year-old kid. Of course I have a waffle maker.”
I smack her lightly on the ass. “Then get in the kitchen and make me some waffles already.” I pause for a beat, putting up my hands in mock surrender. “Kidding. Don’t hit me.”
“You’ve come really close to getting slapped a couple of times, caveman.”
“Just trying to live up to my name.”
“Are you really hungry?”
I palm her ass cheek. “Very.”
“For waffles?”
“Not anymore.”
Then I roll her onto her back, my hands spreading her thighs, and I prove just how hungry I am – and what exactly I want to eat.
Afterwards, she lies on her stomach, stretched out in bed like a cat, her breathing slow and rhythmic. I think she’s fallen asleep until she speaks. “You grew up in West Bend.”
“Yeah.” I immediately tense at the thought of what she overh
eard from the catty old bitches at the bakery. The prison rumor was infuriating enough. Not that I care what the small-minded people in this town think except for this girl. I find myself caring what she thinks a little too much.
“But you just came back.”
“A few months ago. I left the first chance I could.”
She nods, but she seems to know to tread lightly because she doesn’t probe anymore. “I passed through here on the way to visit my parents with Chloe. They’ve lived in Colorado for a few years now, and I’d driven through here before, but it never quite struck me the way it did the last time I came through. There was just something about this place – how small it was, the quaint little downtown, I’m not quite sure what, exactly – but it felt good, someplace I could raise Chloe. When I saw the bakery was for sale… I had this idea of what a small town was like, but I didn’t anticipate how it would feel to be an outsider.”
“My family was always on the outside in this town. All of us – my brothers – got out of here as soon as we could.”
“Where are your brothers?”
“Back in West Bend.”
“Why?”
I exhale heavily. “It’s complicated.”
She’s quiet for a while before she speaks. “I’m not on the run from the law or in witness protection or anything.”
I laugh, too loud for the room, then clear my throat. “Yeah, I don’t exactly picture you being a criminal mastermind.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? I could totally be a criminal mastermind.”
“Okay, so you robbed banks and then came to West Bend to fulfill your dream of opening up a bakery. No – you were mafia, right? A mafia princess.”
“You never know. It could happen.”
“I take it those were some of the rumors about you?”
“Yeah. The kids in Chloe’s class don’t let up on her about it. I think they get half of it from their parents.”
“Is she getting bullied?” I clench my jaw, unable to stifle the feeling of anger I have at the thought. I know what it’s like to be a kid on the outside in this town.
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