He’s going. I sat in the car staring at him as I processed that.My mouth went dry, and I felt tears springing into my eyes. I needed to change the subject. “Why weren’t you in the party?”“I got a feeling. I’ve got a knack for sensing when something is wrong. So, I waited across the street. When I saw the cop cars floating, I figured you’d end up in the middle of the mix. So, I waited for you.”He hadn’t stoop me up. He’d waited for me to come out to get me out of here. I was deeply touched by that.I doubted Tommy would’ve done such a thing.That night was more emotional than the others had been.I was more distant, and he kept casting me furtive looks.We’d gone to his house again.He’d kissed me silly and murmured those fateful words again as he laid me out on his bed. “For the next hour, Sweetheart, you’re mine.Then he’d fucked me stupid.But now, now things were different.He’s leaving.He’ll never say that to me again.He was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his shirt d
I barely heard him. “You never said goodbye!”“You went back to dating that jockstrap.”“I wasn’t going to if you were going to keep in touch.”“Sure, you weren’t.”Now I was offended. “Yes, I was!”“You weren’t that interested in me Angel, if you were that willing to date another guy just because I wasn’t going to stay in touch, anyway.”That stung.“Don’t you dare judge me! You bolted before I could talk to you about it!”“What was there to talk about. He asked you back out and you’d made it very clear I was just your fucktoy.”I sat up. Blonde hair swinging as I glowered at him. “How dare you!”“How dare I what?” He drawled. “Call you out?”My hand shot out to slap him.He caught it just to the side of his face. “You’re awful angry over something that happened almost a decade ago.”I flinched. “You could’ve said goodbye.”I pulled my hand out of his grip.He let go. “So could you have. You knew where I lived.”“And confront your dad after bailing out your window.”“Yes. He didn’t k
“You should’ve said goodbye.” Tears leapt into my eyes.“You’re probably right. But you weren’t the only one with a bit of self-doubt. You were a gorgeous cheerleader, and I was travelling military brat, as you enjoyed reminding me.”“You called me ‘Cheers!” I defended.He grudgingly tipped his head. “We had a three-month lust affair. I doubted I was going to linger in your mind.”“Then you thought it was confirmed, when I didn’t recognize you.” I sighed. Realizing how that must’ve looked to him all these years later.He shrugged in ascent. “It seemed like reminding your new boss how you used to hop on it, might be unwise. Especially if she’s chosen not to recall.”That wasn’t what it was.I was so wrapped up in dealing with Logan when he started I barely saw other men.If I looked directly at a man, Logan threw a fit. I sighed. Shoulders slumping. I had the urge to explain everything but didn’t know where to even begin.”F“I didn’t want to go back to Tommy.” I reluctantly confided. “
My back wanted to arch up again but he’d dropped his weight over me so I couldn’t. He palmed my breast. Scooping it from the bottom up to massage it before dropping his mouth over it and nipping my nipple a bit viciously.I squawked. Wiggling at the unbearable violence of my nerve endings being ruthlessly tormented. “Kane.”He was entirely ruthless. Seeming to know just how to drive me out of my mind with pleasure. He was such a sordid mix of tenderness and erotic dominance that I was entirely at a loss on how to hold back from him.He touched me everywhere, seeming to inspect every hollow and curve of my body like he was learning a road on a mountain terrain.Taking his time everywhere.“Come for me again. Angel. Come.” He stopped and ground his hips in a circle. “For me.” Another circle.“Again.” Circle.And I came like a wild banshee. Nearly throwing my shoulders out as he leaned up enough my back could teepee underneath him. Rubbing my hardened nipples against his chest as my body
“I...I…”“You, what Angel?” He caught the back of my knee and pulled it up against the outside of his hip.Tugging down his pants and popping out his already torrid length.Shit.He barely lowered and in moments was back in my sore little hole.I gasped and caught his shoulders. “Ah, shit.”He kissed along my cheek and down my neck, then along my collar. Just sitting there and letting me feel him, stretching the inside of my body. Not moving at all.And somehow that was even more of a tease then everything he’d done to me last night.I tried to move my hips to work my body over him.“Na-uh.” He pinned me there against the wall. Keeping himself firmly lodged in me.“Wh-wh-what are you doing?”“Letting you feel me. Reminding you why you’re sore. Every step you take today, you’re going to feel me, think of me and I’ll know it. When I sit across the room from you. I’ll know that you’re sweet little body is still aching from what I did to you. And I’ll remember every part of you. Know how
“Kane!” I squawked. Jerking away and tugging my skirt down again. As I glared at him as if he’d just done something horribly wrong.“Skirt feel too short now?” He remarked. Setting a hand on the counter and leaning his hip over to give me a taunting look. “Or just thinking about pulling it up?”I gaped at him. Blushing hotly. Eyes round.“Oh?” He straightened back off the counter. Instantly intrigued. “You were.”“I wasn’t!” I tossed my hands and headed out of the room as fast as I could go on my damn heels.No more heels.Get some more work pants from my house. I promised myself.Walking back into the office, I spotted Logan hovering around my desk. I deflated. My head dropping. I moved to take my first step beyond that doorway but a grip on my arm pulled me back into the hall and lightly against the wall next to it.“Go to the bathroom, Sweetheart.” I was looking up at his tanned neck and strong chin. “I’ll get rid of him. Come back in a bit. You don’t need his shit.”He was twisted
Him?A good boy?Hardly!I snorted. “I don’t think you know the meaning of the word.”“Oh…” He pursed his lips as if I’d burned him. Before his face smoothed into a teasing grin as he strode around to the front of my desk. “I know how to be good. Real, real, good…” He sauntered backward.I instantly saw the playful teenager in the leather coat and ripped jeans. Grinning like that. Sauntering backward while he teased me like that.Why had I ever wanted to keep him a secret.It dawned on me that I’d never really given him a chance.I’d been so sure of what he was that I’d never taken a minute to find out.Then a small part of me blamed him for my pain when he left.But now I wondered what he’d felt like when I’d demanded we keep us a secret from everyone we knew.He’d always taken it in stride.But did he really?I stared at him in confusion as he sat down.He scooted his chair in and glanced up and saw me giving him that long study. “What?”“Who are you?”He chuckled and went back to t
And I’d come close enough to wondering if I’d be spending the next few years in jail, I had no interest in spending my near future in a cold, dirty cell.That fear had been enough to mend my ways.I considered giving up my apartment for however long I was to be residing in Porter’s apartment.It would save me nearly $1000 a month which would go along way toward savings. But the idea of not having it there when crap hit the fan with Porter was a bad idea.It occurred to me I was already back to calling him ‘Porter’ in my head. The familiarity of calling him ‘Kane’ felt a bit dangerous.Everything about him feels dangerous now.I sighed. Rounding mom’s door, I knocked lightly even though it was propped open and headed in. Coming to a dead stop there.What?“Hello Daughter.” Mother greeted. “I’ve met your friend here.”Porter was sitting in a chair near her bedside. His elbow propped on a thigh and his chin in his hand as he listened to her speaking until I’d arrived. Then his eyes had f