Kissing Killian: Face-Off Legacy #5

by Quinn, Jillian

  She lied to me.

  Sex is what she wants from me.

  Getting a peek into my world is only an added bonus.

  Ever since freshman year I’ve known that Jade likes me. She’s made attempts plenty of times, all of which I had ignored because I was scared to let anyone in. I didn’t want the truth about my life coming out. She still terrifies me, but with each encounter, I can’t deny the fact I’m starting to like her. She’s like an itch I need to scratch.

  Moving her panties to the side, I slip my fingers inside her. Like last time, she’s soaked for me. I love that I have an instantaneous effect on her. Regardless of how she feels about me, she’s allowing me to give her an orgasm in the middle of class. Biting down on her lip, she tightens her grip on my fingers. Her eyes shut the further I bring her to the point of release, her body shaking in the process.

  Leaning over, I speak against her ear, my voice a whisper. “Your pussy is so fucking wet. The next time you get pissed at me remember I did this to you. And I can keep doing this to you… if you want.”

  Stifling the soft moan that escapes her lips, she covers her mouth with her hand, doing her best to keep quiet as she comes on my fingers. Disregarding the other students in the room, she doesn’t seem to care because it feels too good for her to want me to stop. Not like I would care if someone found me with my hand between her legs. In fact, the idea of being caught excites me, but a sweet girl like Jade would die from embarrassment if that were to happen. Well, I guess she’s not so sweet anymore. The longer she hangs out with me, I’ll corrupt her.

  In under a minute, I give Jade the one thing she didn’t realize she needed before I sat down. My cock is rock hard and ready for more of her tight pussy. Even though she drives me insane, I can’t seem to get enough of her.

  “Come with me.” I remove my fingers from her pussy and push her panties back into place. “We need to finish this.”

  She stares at me as I suck her juices from my fingers, not giving a fuck that we’re in the middle of class. With the scent of sex in the air, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone figures out what we’ve just done. They can look all they want. It isn’t the first time I have done something like this in public. But with Jade, this is different.

  “Where are we going?” she mutters, out of breath.

  “Anywhere but here.” I keep my voice low. “I don’t care. Get your bag and follow me.”

  “Are you joking?”

  I shake my head. “ I never joke when it comes to sex. Now, let’s go.”

  Chapter Ten

  Jade

  Killian keeps finding ways to get me to do what he wants as if he has a hold over me. He bent me to his will making me succumb to my desires, and in class, of all places. I feel so cheap like one of his puck bunnies, but at this moment, I don’t care. I have zero fucks to give after Killian gave me a mind-blowing orgasm. And I want another one.

  I follow him out of the classroom still on autopilot from the high he’s just given me. His fingers are like magic commanding power over me, taking me to the brink of ecstasy.

  We rush through the somewhat vacant hallways with our hands intertwined. The sexual tension buzzes between us, the electricity palpable. Even though I know what we did was wrong, it feels so right.

  From the second he stole my car, I wanted to hate him. I should hate him, but he makes it impossible. It’s hard not to like Killian when he smiles at me as though there’s no else in the room with us, his bright green eyes burning a hole right through me.

  The doors at the end of the hall are locked when not in use, but Killian manages to find an empty classroom. We step inside, and he shuts the door, pulling down the shade to cover the window, leaving us in darkness. The room is on the small side for a biology lab.

  He leads me to a long laboratory desk toward the front of the room. Spinning me around to face him, he cups my ass with his big hands, his erection digging into my stomach, and lifts me up and onto the cold marble top.

  Killian spreads my legs finding his place among them. Planting hungry kisses on my lips, he doesn’t waste any time exploring my body, his hands traveling up my shirt and beneath my bra to cup my breasts in his big hands. He massages my nipples, giving them a little pinch, as his tongue tangles with mine.

  The more he touches me, the more I lose all control and inhibitions. Right now, Killian owns my body. I let out a soft moan as his hand slides between my thighs. My panties are so wet, I can’t think of anything other than immersing myself into mind-blowing sexual bliss with him.

  When he stops kissing me long enough to look into my eyes, he gives me one of those crooked smiles that go straight to my core. Killian leans in, and I thread my fingers through his dark hair, slipping my tongue in his mouth as he palms the back of my head to deepen the kiss.

  Each kiss grows more passionate, more impatient. Heat spreads from my cheeks, down my arms, and to my thighs like wildfire. An intense burning, a desire that Killian satisfies, makes my body quiver in anticipation. I’m a little nervous about having sex with Killian.

  What am I doing? I never do anything like this. But that’s the point, isn’t it?

  He slides his hands up the back of my shirt and unhooks my bra. A second later he has my shirt on the counter behind me. Next, the straps of my bra are sliding down my arms. He stops for a moment, his gaze traveling from my breasts to my face before his eyes find mine. He lets out a loud sigh but doesn’t speak.

  Just as his tongue is about to glide over my nipple, the sound of people talking outside the room fills the once quiet air. Before I can prepare myself, the door at the back of the classroom flings open, students filing in without even noticing we’re there. Still dressed, Killian blocks me with his muscular frame and reaches behind me to hand me my shirt. Acting fast, I put my shirt on in record time, sans bra, and use him as my shield.

  As students begin to take their seats, someone has enough sense to flip the light switch, drawing their attention to the front of the room. The shock of such a compromising position makes me want to crawl under the desk and die. And while Killian’s cool, calm, and collected, I’m a giant ball of nerves.

  He grabs my hand leading me out of the room without a word. Not until we make it outside do I get some sense of relief. My chest is tight from holding my breath. Instead of freaking out as I want to do, Killian laughs. At first, he starts with a light chuckle that turns into loud, guttural laughter that shakes through his body.

  I smack him on the arm and shake my head. “I can’t believe you’re laughing after what just happened.”

  He hooks his arm around me, his muscles flexing against my back, and then hands my bra to me. “Stop being so uptight. You have to admit that was pretty damn funny. What a rush.”

  “I’m glad you think my shame is so hilarious.” I try to stifle my laughter and fail.

  We’re hunched over, getting a kick out of what could have been an awful situation for both of us. What else can I do but see the lighter side to this situation? And it’s not like anyone even noticed what we were doing. If they did, he’s Killian Kade, hotshot hockey star and God’s gift to women. Heaven and Earth move for him. I doubt we would’ve had as much as a lecture from a professor.

  He removes his cell phone from his pocket and glances at it. “We should get back to class. Maybe we can sneak in the back without anyone noticing.”

  We stroll through the halls in silence. But I don’t feel the need to talk. Despite his gloomy demeanor, I feel safe around Killian even though I should run away screaming.

  I have to be careful not to get too close. Because I know he will wreck my heart if I do.

  * * *

  Shannon knocks on my open bedroom door, peeking her head inside before she steps into the room. She’s wearing one of Jordan’s dresses, a short black one with a red belt around the waist, paired with a pair of red heels. She flicks her dark hair over her shoulder and saunters toward the bed where I’m sitting with a pile of clothes in front of
me.

  “You okay?” She chuckles at the mess I’ve created. “Looks like you’re having a serious wardrobe malfunction.”

  “I have no idea what to wear tonight.”

  She lifts a black top with lace across the bust from the bed. “How about this…” Her eyes travel over the clothes on the comforter. “And that skirt,” she says, nodding at the short leather skirt Killian will love.

  “I’m not going to the party,” I confess.

  There’s no point in lying to Shannon when she has trusted me with so many of her secrets.

  “Are you going out with Killian?”

  I nod, a smile tugging at my mouth.

  Shannon sets the shirt on the bed and sits next to me. “So, what’s the deal with you two? Are you dating?”

  I laugh at her question. “Killian doesn’t date.”

  “Sex, then?”

  “We almost had sex in an empty classroom this week when we were supposed to be in class.”

  Her eyes widen in shock. “You? Wow! I’m shocked. Since when are you into random hookups with bad boys?”

  “I don’t know… Killian just has this effect on me. You should hear the things he says.” A shiver runs down my arms at the thought of all the dirty things Killian has said to me since we met. “He’s so bad.”

  “Be careful with him,” Shannon says, a hint of concern in her tone. “He’s a nice guy, but don’t you feel like something is a little off about him?”

  “No, I don’t,” I snap, not meaning to jump down Shannon’s throat. “Sorry, I didn’t…” I pat Shannon’s hand on the bed and smile, “… I didn’t mean to be so harsh.”

  Why am I so defensive when it comes to Killian? Maybe it’s because I’m keeping his secret from the one person who has never had a problem sharing her life with me.

  I feel guilty for withholding this information from Shannon, but knowing the truth could put Killian at risk.

  How stupid am I? I let him steal my car, and now I’m following him to a race outside the city. He’s taking advantage of me. And I let him. That’s the sad part.

  “It’s okay,” she mutters. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into with Killian.”

  “I can walk away whenever I want,” I lie, knowing full well I have no intention of leaving Killian in the past. “We’re just having fun.”

  That much is true. Killian is not the type of guy who will settle down with me after college. I know what I’m doing when it comes to him, I think. It’s not like I expect anything serious from him. My father would never approve of Killian. Mother would hate him on sight.

  I could see her confusing him for the maid’s son again like she did to the boy I brought home back in high school. She did it to embarrass him and then asked him to get her another cosmopolitan. I was mortified, and so was the boy who had no idea what he’d walked into. My home life is like another world, one most people are not accustomed to, one Killian would never understand.

  “What time is he picking you up?”

  I glance over at the clock on my dresser to check the time. “Ten minutes.” At first, my lack of time doesn’t register, but once it does, I jump off the bed and panic floods through my veins. “Shit, help me find something to wear.” I’m pacing in front of the bed, wondering how I’ve managed to lose this much track of time. Probably because I was too busy fantasizing about Killian and his big hands and his big…

  Stop it, Jade. Focus.

  “Here.” Shannon shoves a skirt and top into my hands and smiles. “Good luck.”

  I smile back, knowing I will need luck to get me through another wild night with Killian.

  Chapter Eleven

  Killian

  As I pull up out front of Jade’s sorority house, she strolls down the front steps in a black skirt that rides up her long legs and a skin-tight top which makes my dick instantly hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jade all day. She somehow has managed to get in my head and under my skin. The night she caught me stealing her car I knew I was fucked and not because of what she knows. And as she slides into the seat next to me, her legs open as wide as her mouth. I can’t decide where I want to touch her first.

  “Hey,” she coos, pressing her lips together. A red gloss is smeared across them, and now I want it all over my cock.

  “Shut the door,” I order.

  She does as I say, and then leans back against the leather, sucking in a deep breath as her eyes flick to me. I reach across her body dangerously close to her big tits that are spilling out from her top as I drag the seatbelt across her chest.

  Jade releases the breath of air she was holding and thanks me, even though I’m the one who should be thanking her right now. She looks hot-as-fuck, less of the spoiled brat I am used to seeing. I’m surprised she’s wearing a pair of black Chuck Taylor’s instead of her usual heels.

  “What’s with the shoes?” I ask her as I round the corner.

  “I wasn’t sure what to wear.” She rubs her lips together. “Last time I had to run from the police. Is this not okay?”

  I glance over at her long enough to take in the sight of her body once more and smirk in approval. “No, you look perfect. Maybe a little too distracting.”

  “I can hide in the back seat while you race if you want.” She chuckles. “Would that help?”

  I palm her knee with my hand and electricity shoots through my body. She gasps as if she’s preparing for me to keep going.

  But I can’t.

  I won’t.

  Not right now.

  I have to maintain my focus for this race. My crew has a lot of money riding on tonight. We can’t afford to lose.

  “You haven’t even raced yet,” she says. “And you’re already excited.” I raise an eyebrow at her, and she nods at my dick tenting my jeans. “Does that really happen every time?”

  “This time it’s all you,” I admit. “You want to help me out?”

  She glances at my jeans and then into my eyes staring as if she’s trying to figure out if I’m fucking with her. “If you win…” she says, her voice soft and sexy, “… you can have me any way you want.”

  I smirk at her comment. “I love a challenge.”

  “I’m sure you do,” she counters, inching my hand up her inner thigh.

  I pull my hand back, and she sighs in frustration. “Nope, not yet. Not until I win.”

  “What if you lose?”

  I snort at her ridiculous comment. “I never lose.”

  “Never?” Her voice has a hint of confusion.

  “Nope, never. I’ve been doing this with my friends since I was in high school.”

  “How do you keep your lives separate.”

  “My lives? I only have one life.”

  She rolls her eyes at me. “You know what I mean. The life you live on campus is different than the one you live in the real world. Does anyone know you do this?”

  I shake my head. “No, only one person on my team knows.”

  “Jamie?”

  “Yeah. And don’t say a word to Shannon.”

  “I would never,” she hisses, offended. “If I haven’t already run to the cops or my dad to tell on you, don’t you think you can trust me not to say a word to anyone else?”

  “I don’t know you to trust you, Jade.” My voice reaches a higher octave than I intended.

  She clenches her teeth, turning to me unblinking.

  “Hey, I didn’t mean it like that,” I add, attempting to smooth things over. “We don’t really know each other. So far, you’ve given me nothing but a reason to trust you, but I have trouble trusting anyone outside of my family or crew.”

  She settles into her seat, her anger slowly dissipating. “I get it. We don’t know each other. But you can trust me, though. I won’t say anything, Killian.”

  “I know.” I sigh, taking my hand off the shifter long enough to run it through my hair to push the strands away from my forehead. “It’s just… this shit is complicated.”

  “I figu
red that,” she says under her breath, staring out the window as we fly down the highway. Her hand moves across the center console and onto my right thigh. Jade gives my leg a light squeeze, holding my gaze. “Let me in, Killian.”

  I cover her hand with mine, eyes fixed on the road. “I can try.”

  “That’s all I want.”

  We drive the rest of the way to New York with her hand on my thigh, and a silence between us that is almost calming. I can be myself around Jade. So few people allow me that comfort.

  Everyone at school is always watching, judging every move I make. Jade reminds me of Jamie in some ways. Assuming he was a spoiled rich kid, I had him pegged all wrong when we first met. I eventually found out his dad wasn’t like most rich men, and Jamie was nothing like the trust-fund babies at our school.

  And now, I’m starting to think that maybe Jade is not the girl I once thought she was. Looks can be deceiving.

  She might look like the good girl, acts like one too, but can I trust her with my secrets?

  She already knows too much, more than anyone outside of my inner circle.

  Once we arrive at the meeting point, I pull up next to Roman’s Mustang and scan the crowd for a few seconds.

  “Stay close to me,” I warn Jade. “Don’t talk to anyone.”

  She crosses her arms over her chest and scoffs. “Seriously, Killian?”

  “It’s for your own good. Trust me. The crew we’re racing is known for playing dirty, and I don’t know everyone who’s here tonight.”

  “Fine,” she hisses. “I won’t open my mouth. I’ll be your perfect little brat.” A wicked smile turns up the corners of her mouth that produces the same reaction from me.

  I rub my thumb along her bottom lip, and she sticks her tongue out to lick my skin. Tempted to kiss her, I lean in, our mouths inches apart, the heat from her breath warming my lips. She parts her lips, giving me the go-ahead. Threading my fingers through her hair, I bring her mouth to mine, and as I’m about to kiss her, someone knocks on my window snapping me back to reality.