“I didn’t ask if you’re okay,” I say, dabbing at the blood again. “Let me clean you up.”
He releases his grip on me, sits back in the chair, and allows me to finish.
“How can this much blood come from such a small cut?” I wonder, not meaning to say it aloud.
“The smaller cuts are always the real gushers,” he says, breathing on my hand. “Have you ever watched the UFC?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Some of those guys get the tiniest cuts, and they have to end the fights because the bleeding is so bad. I had one once when I was playing hockey. I got into a fight with a defenseman from Notre Dame last year. I couldn’t even see it was so bad. Coach had to bench me for the rest of the game because of it.”
“Seems kinda drastic for a cut.”
“It was toward the end of the game anyway. We were getting our asses handed to us, so it didn’t help that I had sit it out. But Parker somehow pulled a win out of his ass with a Hail Mary of a slap shot that hit the post and bounced in. We got lucky that game. We should have lost.”
“You never talk about hockey,” I say, lowering the tissue from his face to take a look at my handy work.
“Not much to talk about.”
“See, this is what I was talking about when I said I wanted to get to know you. The little things matter.”
He rolls his shoulders against the leather seat. “You want to know dumb shit about hockey games?”
“I want to know everything about you.” I lean into his mouth and his lips part.
“Everything?” he whispers, the heat from his breath on my skin. “I don’t think you can handle all of it.”
“I can,” I mutter, and then he presses his lips to mine, our tongues working in harmony.
He fists a chunk of my hair, deepening the kiss as he pins me in place like he needs my last breath to survive. I’m about to climb onto his lap when his blood drips onto my face and slides down my cheek.
Once our lips separate, we stare at each other, and Killian’s expression changes when he sees his blood on my face.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Jade.” He holds out his hand. “Give me the tissue. It’s my turn to clean you up,” he says with a sexy smirk.
“I have a feeling I’m gonna be pretty dirty by the time you’re done claiming your prize,” I joke.
He laughs. “You have no idea.”
Chapter Thirteen
Killian
On our way home from the race, I stop at a gas station for a few bottles of water, two for us to drink and one to wipe the blood from our faces. Jade still has my blood streaked down her cheek. A quick glance in the glass door at the station tells me I look much worse.
“Thanks,” Jade says as I slide behind the wheel and hand her a bottle.
The engine growls as we fly down the dark road lit only by dim streetlamps. Jade leans over to take a peek at the speedometer, and her mouth opens in shock. I’m doing over eighty miles per hour on this little back road. Her eyes widen as if she’s scared, but I can tell by the way she looks at me that she’s turned on by the sight of me behind the wheel of this car.
“You won the race,” she coos. “Now, I’m the one who owes you.”
I smirk at her comment, switching gears, my eyes fixed on the road. Getting on her knees, she reaches over to run her fingers through my hair, her hand slowly traveling down to my neck and over my chest until her hand is rested on my cock.
She plants soft kisses along my neck, sending a ripple of pleasure through my body as she unzips my jeans. Giving me a few strokes, she sits back long enough to look into my eyes. I hold her gaze for a second moving my arm to switch gears as I get on the highway.
Jade bends down to lick the tip of my cock, tentative licks meant to tease me.
“Don’t play with me, Jade.” I move my hand to the back of her head to guide her mouth.
My eyes close the second she takes me in her mouth, but I have to focus. We still have another two hours on the road before we get back to campus. Jade fists the base of my cock, her hand and mouth working in a rhythmic motion that has me on the edge. She peeks up at me, her bright blue eyes wide open, her cheeks puffed out from taking so much of me at once. Tugging on her hair, I keep her where I want her, grunting as my cock hits the back of her throat. She pumps my shaft faster, her movements perfectly timed with one another, my vision blurring from the intensity of my orgasm.
Focus, Kade. Don’t crash the fucking car.
“Jade,” I grunt as I come, filling her mouth.
She swallows and sits back in her seat wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. After she takes a few sips from her water bottle, she lowers her seat belt across her chest. Her big tits are spilling out from the tight top, and I can’t help but reach over and pull down the front of her shirt.
I have to touch her. I need to touch her.
“I can’t wait to be inside you,” I confess.
She bites her bottom lip, dragging her teeth along it. “Maybe you should pull over and make good on your promise to fuck me until my pussy hurts.”
The corner of my mouth turns up at her remark. “And here I thought I was corrupting a good girl.”
“Oh, I’m still a good girl,” she says. “But you make me want to be a very bad one.”
“Fuck, Jade,” I hiss. “Don’t talk like that. Not right now.”
“I’m serious,” she moans. “Pull over. I want you to fuck me on the hood of your car.”
I glance over at the sign on the right side of the road, somewhat familiar with the town. Without another thought, I veer off the highway and head down a dark road that I know for a fact leads to an industrial park that should be mostly abandoned at this hour.
I park in the darkest part of a vacant lot and switch off the lights and ignition. After I remove a blanket from the trunk, I find Jade leaning against the passenger side door waiting for me to give her an order. She gives me a dreamy look, smudging her pink gloss as she rubs her lips.
Jade looks at the blanket in my hand, confused. “What’s that for?”
“Adrian needs to cool down for a minute. The engine’s too hot.”
She smiles, tugging on my shirt to pull me closer. “How thoughtful of you. Why did you name your car Adrian?”
I cock an eyebrow at her. “Ever hear of Rocky?”
“Like the movie?”
I nod. “Rocky’s the boxer from the movie. His wife was named Adrian.”
“Okay, but why name your car after her?”
I hesitate and then say, “You’ll think it’s stupid.”
“No, I won’t. Just tell me.”
“Have you ever watched any of the movies?”
She shakes her head. “I’m not really into sports.”
“I figured as much.” Jade runs her fingers up my arm, and I continue, “At the end of Rocky II, Rocky yells, ‘Yo Adrian, I did it!’ I always loved those movies, and when I could finally afford to buy this car… my dream car… I don’t know why but that was the first thing that came to my mind. Rocky was from Philly just like me. He had a shitty life and made something of himself. I don’t know… it just made sense to me at the time.”
“It’s the perfect name,” she whispers. “Because it means something to you.”
She’s starting to mean something to me too, and I’m terrified. A girl like Jade is not supposed to be with a guy like me. I’m not good for her. But I can’t seem to walk away like I know I should.
Dropping the blanket onto the hood, I hook my arm around her back, lifting her up in the process. Her lips crash against mine, my tongue invading her mouth. We’re all heat and passion, her fingers weaving through my hair, my hands exploring every inch of her body. She feels so damn good, her skin on mine, our bodies fused together.
Jade takes my bottom lip in her mouth and tugs on it. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna die.”
Our lips separate for a second, long enough for a chuckle to escape her lips. Her laughter
is contagious, and in one swift motion, I slide to my right to lower Jade onto the hood of my car. Reaching behind her, I spread the blanket out beneath her, and she stares up at me, nipples poking through her shirt, lips parted and wet.
I slip between her legs slowly sliding her skirt up her thighs taking in the sight of her long, toned thighs that are trembling. “Are you nervous?”
“No, not at all.”
“You sure? We don’t have to do this.”
She leans forward and reaches between us to pull down the zipper of my jeans. “I want you, Killian. Now.”
“So bossy.” I smirk, bunching her skirt up to her hips while staring down at her wet pussy, her thong still hanging around my rearview mirror. “You have to learn to be patient, Jade. Good things come to girls who wait.”
She laughs and leans forward fisting me in her hand. My eyes shut for a split second, and when I open them again, she’s sucking my cock. Gripping her shoulder, it takes everything in me to turn down another blow job.
I give her shoulder a slight push, and she stops to look up at me. “I want to come inside you.” She sits back, legs spread, tits falling out from her top. “Lay down,” I say, and she follows my order.
She looks gorgeous, blonde hair fanned out around her face, her soft skin practically glowing. I reach between her legs and rub her clit with my thumb making slow, circular motions. I smile, thinking about how much I like her and her sweet pussy, not wanting to admit to myself how much I actually like her. There’s something about Jade I can’t resist. She has a way of breaking down my walls, and somehow she’s managed to force her way into my world.
Gripping her thighs with both hands, I bend forward to kiss her inner thighs, torturing her as I slowly bury my face between her legs. She moans my name when I slip my tongue between her wet folds, tasting every inch of her. Jade’s so responsive to my touch, my tongue bringing her to the point of convulsing. She rocks her hips, my name a whisper on her lips, begging me to give her the high she’s so desperately chasing.
After she comes, she’s still shaking, her perfect body bared to me on the hood of my car. She looks so damn good with her legs spread, her shaved pussy glistening with her juices. Jade massages her nipples softly, cupping her big tits as she rolls the pads of her thumbs over the hard buds.
“What are you waiting for?” she breathes, staring at my long, hard cock.
“Nothing,” I mutter, rolling on a condom.
I didn’t even realize how much I was staring at her until she snapped me back to reality. Jade makes it so hard for me to concentrate sometimes. When I’m with her, I lose all sense of time. It’s like the only thing that matters when I’m with her is her. And that scares the shit out of me.
For the longest time, I’ve been on my own. Never needed anyone or anything. The more time I spend with Jade, the more I’m starting to need her. Want her. Just being around her stirs up feelings inside me I don’t even understand and definitely haven’t come to terms with yet.
Taking my cock in my hand, I position myself at her entrance, pushing through her inner walls as I fill her to the hilt. My eyes slam shut, and I can’t even move for a second, wanting to feel every inch of her. Jade slides her hand up my arm, forcing my eyes back open. Slowly, I inch in and out of her, savoring every second.
Her fingernails dig into my back as I fuck her, my pace quickening, the blanket beneath her sliding along the hood. I press my hand to the fabric to keep it in place raising her right leg over my left shoulder to change the position. She screams so loud when I go deeper, breaking through her inner walls. Her cries fill the quiet air, and thankfully no one is in sight.
A crisp breeze sends a chill down my arms, rustling the trees surrounding us. Jade looks up at the sky, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She closes them for a second, her gaze quickly back on me. Watching me. Taking in every second.
When she moans again, I lean forward to cover her mouth with my hand to see if she’ll fight me, and instead, she sucks a few of my fingers into her mouth. A ripple of pleasure shoots up the right side of my body. She knows exactly how to push me closer to the edge, right at the tipping point.
Her muscles tighten around me, her pussy milking my cock, and even though I wish I could fuck her all night, I can’t control it anymore. She scratches her nails down my arms as she comes, beautiful and perfect, her hair matted with sweat, wet strands sticking to her forehead. Leaning forward, I brush them away and kiss my way down to her mouth, and not long after, I come so fucking hard my legs are shaking.
I can hardly breathe by the time our lips separate, and without thinking, still inside her and acting purely in the moment, I say, “Come to my game next weekend.”
She smiles so wide it reaches up to her eyes that remind me of a cloudless sky on a warm summer day. “What does that make us?”
“Always thinking, Jade.” Smirking, I shake my head. “It makes you my girl.”
Her smile widens. “I like the sound of that.”
“Like I’d be dumb enough to let another man have what’s mine.”
“You’re so possessive,” she coos.
“When it comes to you I am.”
“Yes,” she says in a hushed tone. “I’ll come to your game. I’d follow you anywhere, Killian.”
Pulling out of her, I wink. “Good. Because you need you to follow me somewhere right now, and you might not like it.”
Chapter Fourteen
Jade
Killian pulls into the parking lot of Knox Motors, and I stare at him confused. “Where are we?”
“Rome owns this place. This is where we hang out most of the time.”
“When you’re not stealing or racing cars.” She chuckles, covering her mouth.
“Yeah, smart ass,” I quip. “You know, your car was the first one I ever stole.”
She snorts. “Well, I guess I should consider myself lucky then.”
“I just mean that I don’t normally do that. My participation is more from the sidelines. We didn’t have a lot of time left that night, and I figured your car was one of the easier ones on the list, so I offered to take it.”
“I still can’t believe you and your friends steal cars for a living. It’s like something from a movie.”
I smirk. “Where do you think movies get their ideas from?”
“Yeah, I know,” I mutter. “It’s just I never thought I’d ever meet someone who does something so dangerous. Aren’t you afraid of getting arrested and spending the rest of your life in jail?”
Killian shakes his head. “Nope. I’ve never been afraid of anything. It’s hard to be afraid to lose things when you don’t have much left to take.”
“You still have your freedom. The possibility of a pro hockey career. Do you want to throw that away to make a few bucks?”
“It’s not a few bucks,” he snaps. “And my friends need my help, at least for now, until I can figure out something more long-term. The chance of going pro is slim. I’m not getting my hopes up for nothing. Until I know my next move, I have to do whatever it takes to survive.”
“How much did you get paid to steal my car?”
“The buyer asked Rome to deliver a certain number of cars,” he says, avoiding the answer to my question. “I had a week to scout them, and the guys had to figure out how we were going to get each one without landing in jail. Yours was an add-on we weren’t expecting.”
“Well, how much did you make from the job?”
He leans back against the leather seat, dropping his arm to the armrest, his green eyes blazing with a fire behind them. A beat passes between us where he sucks in a deep breath, looking away for a second. “I really shouldn’t tell you these kinds of things, Jade. Rome and Chase are already pissed that I brought you tonight.”
“I’m your girlfriend… they’d better get used to me.”
He cracks a smile. “You’re cute when you’re mad, you know that?” Reaching over the center console, he presses a kiss to my lips, and
my head spins from the sensation that rocks through my body.
“Stop trying to distract me, Killian.” I speak the words against his lips, and he sinks back. “If you don’t want to talk about money, I get it.”
“No, you don’t,” he counters. “You have money. You grew up with everything handed to you on a silver platter. Money is not something I normally talk about with anyone other than my friends.”
“I kinda thought we were over you being so secretive,” I hiss, crossing my arms over my chest as I glance out the window at the fenced-in parking lot filled with various types of cars, trucks, and sport utility vehicles. “This will never work if you don’t open up to me, Killian.”
He clutches my arm, drawing my attention back to him. “I’m sorry, okay? Sharing this part of my life with anyone feels weird. Only Jamie knows. No one else on my team has a clue where I go on the weekends after games. I use my mom and brother as an excuse for leaving campus all the time, but it’s a lot more complicated than that.”
“You do this for them, don’t you?”
He nods. “For myself, too. I have to get out here and make something of myself. Otherwise, all of this will have been for nothing. The only way I know how to help my family is to make a few sacrifices now. They don’t need to know where the money comes from. I doubt my mom would care anyway. She’s too medicated most of the time to even notice if the bills are paid or if she has food in the fridge.”
“What’s wrong with your mom? Is she sick?”
He shrugs. “You could say that. She’s clinically depressed. I’ve tried to get her treatment, but she never sticks with the program long enough to make any progress. She’s an adult, so I can’t have her committed. She’s not insane just needs help.”
“One thing I’ve learned over the years is that people will never change unless they want to help themselves. I hope that happens…” I say, slipping my fingers between his, “… with your mom. I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you to have to go to school, and play hockey, and juggle all of those other responsibilities at the same time.”
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