She rubbed back and forth, fascinated by how velvety soft his own skin was. That velvet skin covered what felt like hard steel, and she rubbed a little harder, tightening and loosening her grip as she stroked.
“Fuck, oh fuck, that’s good, honey.” Connor was panting into her ear, his hips rocking to meet her rhythm.
She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her pussy, as Connor moaned in her ear. “Touch the head, little Kira.”
She ran her thumb over the head, and he made his loudest moan yet, his hips rocking forward. His free hand reached behind and gripped her thigh through her pants, squeezing hard as she continued to stroke him.
“Harder,” he rasped.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said.
“You won’t,” he said. “Jack me harder and faster, honey. Do it.”
She did what he asked, watching in fascination as his cock seemed to swell in her hand. His entire body was rocking back and forth, his head moving restlessly against her shoulder as his hand kneaded her thigh.
He sucked in a harsh breath and dropped the nozzle to the shower floor before wrapping his big hand around hers. He forced her hand to move even faster, guiding her in the rhythm he wanted as the head of his cock leaked precum.
“Good, honey, good,” he moaned. “I’m so close to coming, I’m so close…”
His hand squeezed almost brutally around hers, forcing it to a stop as his back arched and he made a hoarse shout. Come poured out of his dick and he shouted again, the back of his skull digging into her shoulder, his big body shaking against hers as he came and came again.
He released her hand, sagging against her as she kissed his temple. “You okay?”
“Better than okay,” he mumbled.
She kept one hand on his back to steady him as she leaned down and grabbed the shower nozzle. She rinsed his back and upper chest before rinsing his cock. He moaned and twitched at the feel of the warm water. She kissed his shoulder and reached past him to turn off the shower.
She stepped out of the shower, her shirt and leggings sticking to her body, and reached for the towel as Connor braced his hands on the shower wall and door and heaved himself to his feet. He balanced on his left foot and she handed him the crutch leaning on the wall just outside of the door. He propped it under his right armpit and carefully maneuvered his way out of the shower until he was standing in front of her.
“Okay?” she said.
He nodded and she handed him the other crutch before drying him off. He twitched when she touched his dick and she gave him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine,” he said. “I’m still a little sensitive.”
“Can you turn around?”
He turned around, she was once again amazed at his dexterity with the crutches, and she dried his back and ass before crouching and drying his legs. She stood and wrapped the towel around his waist, tucking it tight before opening the bathroom door. “C’mon, back to the bedroom before you catch a chill.”
He crutched his way down the hallway and into the bedroom. She almost ran into him when instead of sitting down on the bed, he turned around and dropped one crutch. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her up against him, balancing on his good leg as he stared down at her.
“Connor, what -”
He dropped his mouth onto hers, sliding his tongue between her lips as she moaned and threw her arms around his shoulders. She wanted to rub her entire body against him like a cat. Fuck, had she ever been this horny?
She sucked at his tongue, nibbling at his lips and making small sounds of need as his big hand rubbed circles on her lower back. Her breasts felt heavy and her damp bra was rubbing and chafing her suddenly-hard nipples.
“Your turn,” he whispered against her mouth. “Take off these wet clothes, honey.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “That’s a great idea.”
She kissed him again, her hands reaching for the hem of her shirt. She pulled away and was just tugging it up when her brother walked into the bedroom.
“Connor? How’s the leg today? Any – what the hell?”
Her face bright red, she yanked her shirt back down, giving Connor a mortified look. His erection was extremely noticeable against the towel wrapped around him – was that normal? Did guys get hard again that quickly? – and she kept her body in front of him as she spun around to face her brother.
“Gideon? What are you doing here?”
He gave her a look of confusion. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work, remember? You asked me to stop in and check on him.”
He was wearing his sheriff’s vest and when the dispatcher’s voice crackled over the radio attached to it, he reached up and turned it down before eyeing Kira’s wet clothing. “Why are you home?”
“Rose gave me a few days off so I could help Connor. I just, uh, helped him shower,” she said.
“Oh.” Gideon cleared his throat. “I guess I don’t need to stop by then.”
“Thanks for stopping, Gideon,” Connor said from behind her. “I appreciate it.”
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” Gideon hesitated. “Kira, can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen?”
“Just let me help Connor get settled and I’ll be right there.”
Gideon left and she sucked in a gulp of oxygen before turning to stare at Connor. He had an amused look on his face, and she glared at him. “This isn’t funny. Gideon almost saw us about to…”
She stopped and took a deep breath before moving around him and pulling back the covers. “Get into bed. I’ll bring you some lunch after I’ve talked to Gideon.”
She jumped when his big hand caressed her ass. “Have I ever told you how incredible your ass is?”
“My brother is in the kitchen,” she said pointedly. “Get into bed.”
He gave her a boyish grin, that dimple making her thighs loosen, and dropped the towel before sitting on the side of the bed. His cock was semi-hard, and she stared at it, licking her lips as a new tremor of lust wormed its way into her belly.
Connor reached out and traced her erect nipple through her shirt. She moaned and pulled away, giving him a look of disbelief. “Behave, Connor.”
His grin widened and she pushed his hand away when he brushed her nipple again. “Get into bed, now.”
She helped him swing his right leg into the bed and prop it up against the pillows before pulling the covers up to his waist. He caught her wrist with one hand, his thumb rubbing against her pulse point.
She trembled helplessly in his grip, staring at his mouth as he said, “Hurry back, little Kira.”
She nodded, her mouth too dry to speak, and backed away when he released her wrist. She left the room and hurried upstairs to her room, whipping off her wet clothes and putting on dry ones before returning downstairs to the kitchen.
Gideon was filling up a travel mug with coffee and she grabbed the milk from the fridge and handed it to him.
“Thanks.”
He added milk and stuck it back in the fridge as Kira sat down at the table. He leaned against the counter and sipped at the coffee, staring silently at her.
She fidgeted in the chair, tugging nervously at the hem of her shirt. “How’s work going?”
“Fine,” he said.
She stared at the Harmony Falls Sheriff’s Department logo on the front of his vest as he took another sip of coffee. “Not to be super weird and awkward, but Connor is injured and with what you told me about his knee history, he probably shouldn’t be, um…”
She jumped up. “This is beyond super weird and awkward, Gideon.”
He grimaced and headed for the door. “Yeah, it is. Text me if you need me.”
She waited until she heard the front door shut before taking a deep breath and returning to the bedroom. She peeked inside and guilt swept through her. Connor was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He had put the brace back on and he was rubbing the top o
f his thigh just above his swollen right knee. Even from the doorway she could see the paleness of his skin and the little pain lines etched around his mouth and eyes.
What the hell was she thinking? She wasn’t, obviously. She was horny and needy, and she hadn’t even given one thought to Connor’s injury. He needed rest, not to be groped in the shower.
She stepped into the room, cupping her elbows. “Connor?”
His eyes popped open and he moved his hand away from his leg and gave her a flirty smile. “Your brother gone?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” His gaze dropped to her breasts. “Take off your clothes and climb into bed, little Kira.”
She took a few steps forward, hugging herself a little tighter. “Connor, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he said. He patted the mattress next to him. “Come here, honey.”
She shook her head. “You need rest.”
“No, what I need is to watch you come on my fingers.”
Her face turned scarlet at his bluntness and he grinned again. “You want and need that too.”
Oh God, did she ever.
She made herself shake her head no again. “We really can’t. I shouldn’t have done that to you in the shower.”
His body stiffened. “Do you regret what happened?”
“No, of course not,” she said. “But you’re injured, and I groped you like some horny housewife and it was totally inappropriate.”
“I didn’t mind,” he said with a laugh. “Now it’s my turn to return the favour.”
“We can’t,” she repeated. “Your knee has to heal and -”
“I don’t need my knee for what I’m about to do to you.” A hint of impatience crept into his voice. “Let me show you.”
“It’s better if we don’t,” she said. “I don’t want to risk hurting you again.”
“You won’t,” he said. “Kira, get in the bed. There’s no way in hell that I’m having an orgasm and you’re not.”
“It’s no big deal,” she said. “Really.”
“It’s a big deal to me,” he replied. “Get into bed.”
“I’m going to make you some lunch and bring you your pain meds and then you’re going to have a nap.” She backed toward the doorway. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
“Kira, I’m fine.” He gave her a look of exasperation.
“You’re not,” she said. “You’re in pain and you’re tired and you need to rest. The conversation is over, Connor.”
She stepped into the hallway as Connor muttered, “Like hell it is, Kira Walker.”
Chapter Fifteen
Connor sat on the edge of the bed, staring fixedly at his phone. It was just after eleven and Kira had gone to bed almost two hours ago, saying she was tired and had a bit of a headache. She’d blamed it on a long day and while he knew it’d been stressful with helping him get to the MRI appointment and back, he also knew she was lying.
She’d gone to bed early because she couldn’t stand the tension between them. He studied his knee, rubbing absently at the top of his thigh. Not anger. They’d been perfectly pleasant to each other since Monday afternoon when she’d returned with his lunch and his pain meds.
He’d napped, eaten and stayed in bed just like he was supposed to. Kira had even sat in the room with him last night and tonight and binge watched some shows on Netflix. But she’d been extremely careful not to touch him and their conversations hadn’t gone beyond anything other than talk about the shows they were watching.
No, the tension wasn’t anger. It was sexual, and both of them were going crazy because of it.
He sighed and rubbed his thigh again. His knee was feeling better today, despite being manipulated for the MRI and there was a small part of him that was feeling some semblance of hope that maybe he hadn’t completely fucked it up.
Of course, in the last twenty-four hours, he hadn’t even really cared about his knee. All he could think about was Kira and getting her naked. Sucking on her nipples and touching her wet pussy until she came all over his fingers.
Would she cry his name when she came? Fuck, he hoped so. Wanted her to. Needed her to.
He took a deep breath and checked the time again. What he was about to do was a dick move, but if he didn’t do something, if he didn’t convince her to let him make her come, they’d both lose their fucking minds.
It didn’t have to go any further than that. She was saving herself for that douchebag firefighter, but she’d said herself that she wanted to experiment with Connor. She learned how to give a handjob and now she’d find out what it was like to come from someone other than her own hand. It was… valuable information for her.
Whatever, asshole. You just want to make her come so that when she finally does start dating Daniel, you can at least know that you were the first man to make her come. You’re pathetic, you know that?
He ignored his inner voice. The thought of Daniel getting Kira’s virginity made him feel, well… a little stabby if he was being honest.
Since when did you start thinking of a woman’s virginity as being a prize?
He didn’t. But Kira thought it was special and the idea that she would be giving it to Daniel pissed him off. It shouldn’t and he had no right to be angry, but he couldn’t deny that at some point in the last week or so, he wanted to be the guy that Kira gave her virginity to.
It was ridiculous. Ridiculous and completely irrational and something he wanted desperately. Daniel didn’t deserve it. Hell, he didn’t deserve Kira. She was sweet and thoughtful, and he was a selfish dick who only used her. Kira thinking that Daniel was more worthy of her virginity than Connor, was a hard pill to swallow.
Yeah, well, it is what it is. Are we doing this or not?
He was. Maybe it made him pathetic to be so determined to be the first guy to make Kira come, but he could live with that if it meant hearing Kira’s soft cries as she climaxed. Hell, if he was really lucky, he’d convince her at some point to sit on his face so he could taste her and make her come on his mouth too.
She didn’t want you touching her yesterday afternoon. Why do you think tonight will be any different? You’re down a strike, buddy. Two more and you’re out of the game.
Maybe, but he was willing to take the chance. She wanted him, that was more than obvious, and he wanted to give her what she needed. Seducing her while she was only half-awake would be a dick move but he was shamefully desperate.
He drank the rest of his water and set it back on the nightstand before texting Kira. He listened intently, his heart speeding up when he heard her climb out of bed and the thud of her footsteps as she crossed her room. She was standing in his room in less than two minutes, squinting at him in the light of the moon.
“Connor? What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”
“No, I’m okay.”
She was wearing a long and faded Harmony Falls High Badgers t-shirt with their mascot – a snarling badger wrapped around the letters H and F – displayed prominently on the front. She was braless and his cock swelled against his boxers.
“Are you sure?” She sat down on his left side, her pale thigh pressing against his. She brushed her tangled hair back from her face and gave him a look of concern.
“Positive. I didn’t mean to wake you, but I couldn’t sleep.”
“You didn’t wake me.” Her skin smelled like vanilla. She’d had a bath before bed, he’d heard her running the water, and it had taken everything in him not to masturbate to the thought of her naked and wet in the tub.
“Can’t sleep either, huh?” he said.
She shook her head. His idea to seduce her while she was kind of sleepy was being tossed out the window, but he didn’t care. Just having her sitting next to him, her slender body touching his, made him feel better.
“Thank you for everything you’ve done,” he said. “You’ve gone way above and beyond the fake girlfriend duties.”
“I don’t mind,” she said. “I like helping you.”
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nbsp; His gaze dropped to her mouth and she visibly trembled. “Connor, I…”
“Please, Kira,” he said. He didn’t care that he was begging. “I want you so much.”
“I want you too,” she whispered. “But you need rest and I don’t want to make your knee worse…”
“You won’t,” he said. “I promise, honey.”
He rested one big hand on her slender thigh, stroking the satin skin. “All I want is to make you come, little Kira. Will you let me?”
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered.
“We should. Neither of us are going to get any sleep until you’ve come on my fingers.” He loved the way she blushed whenever he said anything remotely dirty.
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against her throat. “Have you touched yourself since you helped me in the shower?”
She shook her head. “No. I was going to but I…”
“You what?”
“I was afraid you’d hear me and think I was a pervert.”
He grinned and pressed another kiss against her soft skin. “Honey, anytime you want to touch yourself, you go right ahead. My only request is you join me in my bed so I can watch you touch that sweet little clit.”
“Connor, I can’t, I mean… you want to watch me touch myself?” Her voice was thin with shock and maybe a little excitement. He stroked her leg, closer to the juncture of her thighs and sucked on her earlobe.
“Yes. Just the thought of you lying in bed, your legs spread wide while you rub your pussy, makes me hard, little Kira.”
He reached for her hand and pressed it against his dick, inhaling sharply when she immediately rubbed him. “See?”
“I want to give you a blowjob,” she said abruptly. “Can I?”
Precum leaked from his dick, wetting the front of his boxers, as he fought the urge to free his dick and just shove Kira’s mouth down over it.
This isn’t what she’s here for, he reminded himself. She’s here so you can make her come.
He cupped her breast through her shirt, teasing her nipple with his thumb. “Not tonight, honey.”
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