Heartbreaker (Havenbrook #3)

Chapter 31

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

HUDSON

We’d been lying in Kenna’s bed for at least an hour. She hadn’t said a word since I had pulled her into my arms and tucked her body tight against mine. My cock had mostly behaved, somehow remaining at half-mast, which was a goddamn miracle when Kenna had her ass tucked right up against it.

Her breathing was slow and even, but I’d slept with her enough times to know she wasn’t actually asleep. There wasn’t the soft whistle of her breath or her quiet, sleep-induced murmurs. I didn’t know if she thought she could trick me into thinking she was asleep, or if she just needed the quiet time to get some mental clarity, but I’d place bets on the former.

I tightened my arms around her and pressed a kiss against her hair. “Why are you still awake?”

She was quiet for a moment, then sighed heavily. “Can’t sleep.”

“No? How come?”

“My mind won’t shut off.”

I hummed and tucked my face into the curve of her neck, resting my lips on her soft skin. We’d both showered when we’d gotten home to clean off the funk of a weekend on a mountain and a day spent in a hospital. Now she smelled like lemongrass, all sweet and fresh.

“You know what I heard is real good for that?”

“What’s that?”

I slipped my hand under her tank top and palmed her stomach, my pinkie brushing the band of her panties. “Orgasms.”

She breathed out a laugh and wiggled her ass against me. “Plural, huh?”

“You know me, Kenna.” I slid my hand lower until my fingers were tucked into her underwear, brushing just inside—too far away to do anything but drive us both crazy. “Always aimin’ high.”

“I don’t know if you should aim so high tonight. I’m not even sure I can come once with all this shit crowdin’ my brain.”

I rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, bracing myself on my forearms. “That sounds like a challenge.”

Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight that shone in through her windows. “It definitely was not.”

“Maybe it should be.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Didn’t you already get your ass handed to you tonight? You really want me to stomp all over your masculinity again?”

I tucked my face into her neck, making her crane her head back. Back and forth, I brushed my lips there, licking my tongue along her skin to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.

“Baby, if you think my masculinity took a dent because the girl I’m fucking crazy for knows how to take care of herself, you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.”

With aching slowness, I gripped the hem of her tank top and slid it up until it rested over her breasts. I blew a cold gust of air against her dusty pink nipples, smiling as they hardened under my attention.

“And if you think I won’t spend all fucking night with my tongue buried in your pussy just to make sure you come, then I haven’t been provin’ my worth to you.”

“You’ve—” She gasped as I sucked one nipple into my mouth, her fingers threading through my short hair, not so subtly pushing me lower, which I happily obliged. “You’ve been just fine in that department. I just… Tonight, I?—”

She broke off on a weighty sigh when I brushed my short beard along her lower stomach and spread her legs a little wider to give me even more room. I pulled her panties down only enough to reveal all her glistening pink, then I folded her in half, pressing her knees to her chest, and licked a line straight up her center.

I didn’t know if it’d be better to tease her. Work her into a frenzy until she was out of her mind with need. Or if I shouldn’t fuck around and just do everything in my power to make her come quickly and as many times as humanly possible. My gut was telling me to go for option two, so that was exactly what I did.

I feasted on her pussy, licking my way through her folds until I could flick my tongue against her clit, sucking it into my mouth and making her gasp. My fingers flexed on her thighs as I held her down and licked her until my mouth was covered in her excitement and her moans were a near-constant cadence in the otherwise silent room.

I wanted to look up and see her face. Watch her expressions as she came undone against my mouth, but this position didn’t afford that, and I wasn’t going to do anything but keep my tongue against her pussy until she came against it.

“Hold your legs up,” I said gruffly. “Need to get my fingers in you. Gotta stretch this little pussy, don’t we?”

She moaned her response, her hands flying to hold her legs against her chest just like I asked. “ Hud …”

“I know. I know how bad you need it.” I slid one finger into her, groaning at how easy she took me thanks to her wetness. “I’m gonna get you there. Even if I have to spend the next week with my face right here.”

She breathed out a laugh, the action making her pussy tighten around my finger, and I groaned as I slid another deep, pumping them into her in a slow, controlled motion.

“Christ, Kenna, I need you so fucking bad,” I said, the roughness of my beard brushing against her with every word. “You’re so goddamn tight like this.”

I slipped in a third finger, curling them to hit that spot inside her that made her breath hitch. Made her fingers tighten against her legs. Made her entire body shake with need.

“Tell me what it feels like.”

“Oh God,” she moaned, looping one arm around the backs of her knees as she brought the other to my head, trying to guide my face closer to her pussy.

I grinned and tipped my head back to dislodge her hand, catching it with my mouth and scraping my teeth against the fleshy part of her palm. “Tell me.”

“ Full . I feel so full.”

I hummed, dropping my eyes to watch my fingers disappear inside her, desperate for it to be my dick instead. I’d had her just that morning, but it felt like it’d been a lifetime since I’d felt her walls surrounding me, had her heat engulfing me. With all the time we’d missed, even a minute without her felt like a lifetime.

“Just imagine what it’ll be like when it’s my cock inside you instead.”

Her pussy started fluttering around my fingers, and I brought my tongue back to her, flicking it against her clit in the way she loved—the way that hadn’t failed me yet.

And it didn’t start tonight.

She came on a sobbed breath, her back arching off the bed, her short nails digging into my shoulders as her walls clenched around me, her clit throbbing on my tongue.

I licked up everything she gave me, sucked her soft pussy lips into my mouth, and brushed my beard against her clit as her body twitched under me.

I wanted to spend all night down there, wanted to get lost in the taste of her, in the scent of her and the feel of her. But more than that, I wanted to settle myself deep inside her. Be as close to her as two people could be.

“Hud,” she whispered, her voice urgent with need.

Good, it wasn’t just me feeling this crazy pull. This near-constant need to be surrounded by her. To be owned by her.

“Take off your shirt.” My voice was pure gravel, all low and rough, but I couldn’t do anything about it. Not when I was so lost in desire I could barely see straight. Not when my cock was hard enough to pound nails.

She complied without hesitation, her back arching as she yanked off the offending piece of clothing. She reached to do the same for her panties, but I stilled her with a hand.

“Leave them. I’m gonna fuck you just like this.” I glanced down at her pussy, peeking out at me from her closed legs, and my mouth actually watered to get another taste.

I hesitated only a moment, briefly contemplating if it’d really be so bad if I dove back in and made her come against my mouth again. But the throbbing of my cock forced me to shift plans, and I shucked my boxer briefs before grabbing a condom from her nightstand—ones I’d stashed there while she was in the shower—and rolling it down my length.

I settled her ass between my spread thighs, lifting up on my knees to slide my cockhead through all her wetness. “Jesus, Kenna, you’re soaked.”

We both groaned as my erection slipped between her pussy lips and bumped her clit.

“You liked having my mouth on you, huh?”

“Your—” She broke off as I settled my cock against her, pumping my hips to slide it through her slit, her closed thighs providing a perfect, snug fit. “I loved your beard against me. Rubbing over my clit.”

My eyebrows shot up, not having expected that. Both her detailed description and the fact that my facial hair had such an effect on her. And I’d never been more thankful for growing it out while on leave than I was in that moment.

“Then I’m gonna rub my beard all over your pussy every chance I get.”

She breathed out a laugh that seemed to freeze in her throat when I placed my cock at her entrance and slowly sank inside her. Inch by inch, I pushed into her slick, tight fist, made all the more so by her positioning.

“Fuck me, you’re tight like this,” I said through gritted teeth. I spread my knees wider for balance and gripped the backs of her thighs for purchase as I fitted myself into the most perfect heaven I’d ever known.

“Hud.” Her feet twitched against where they sat propped on my chest, and she dug her nails into my spread thighs. “Hud…”

It seemed to be all she could manage, but she breathed a thousand different meanings into the single syllable. More and fuck yes and don’t stop and oh God please .

When I finally fit my cock all the way inside her, my balls resting against her ass, I looked down and stared at where we were joined. Groaning over the sight before me, her pussy flushed deep pink and glistening, stretching so perfectly around my thickness.

Every part of her fit me so perfectly.

It was something I’d known at sixteen, and that fact hadn’t abandoned me a single day since then.

Kenna and I fit, our bodies entwined and moving together as if we spoke the same language—one no one else understood. It wasn’t just her body—though that was something I’d get down on my knees and thank every deity in the world for—but her mind, too. Her spirit.

She fit me, and I fit her. And together, we were magic.

“Oh God,” Kenna breathed as I began moving, pulling back an inch before sinking even deeper inside.

Back and forth, I pumped into her, keeping pressure on her clit however I could manage. When I hit a particularly good spot inside her, she gasped, tossing her head back on the pillow as she cupped her breasts, her thumbs and forefingers plucking her nipples. Jesus fuck, the things this girl did to me.

“Christ, Kenna.” I groaned when she didn’t let up, her eyes locked on mine as she continued her torture. “That’s it. Play with your tits just like I would while I work this pussy over.”

She did just that, and soon enough, nonsensical words and mutterings tumbled from her lips, a string of incoherency that made me feel invincible. Incoherency wasn’t a trait she readily possessed, so damn right it made me feel like I was ten feet tall, a god of a man sent for only one thing—to provide her with pleasure she couldn’t get anywhere else. To give her the escape from her life she so desperately needed.

Gripping the backs of her thighs just under her ass, I let my thumbs play in her wetness, sliding them through her slick pussy and down to meet my driving cock as it fucked her without mercy.

I lifted my eyes to meet hers, finding them locked on me, her mouth parted and color high on her cheeks. Her hair was a mess around her head, fanned out on her pillow, her hands still cupping and playing with her breasts like I’d ordered.

There was so much there in her gaze—desire and lust, of course, but there was more. Love, maybe? Longing, definitely. For what, I didn’t know, because she had me. Body, heart, and soul, I was hers. Had always been, would always be.

When I pressed my thumb against her clit, she went off like a bomb, detonating around me, her pussy squeezing and milking the orgasm straight from my bones. With our eyes locked, I emptied inside her, her name on my lips as she came around me.

And a plea I couldn’t quite bring myself to vocalize that she need me as desperately as I did her.

I was leaving in eight days, and I couldn’t change that. But maybe, just maybe, this time, I could convince her to give us a chance. Because I couldn’t imagine living without her again. Not when I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that a love like ours was rare. Precious. Something to be protected and nourished.

I was willing to do that—was desperate to.

The only question was, was she?