14. Raegan
Chapter fourteen
Raegan
Heat, like asphalt on a sunny day, warms my cheek down to my feet. It wraps tightly around me like a heated blanket until even the air I breathe is thick with warmth.
Too tight, I realize, when I attempt to move and fail.
My senses jump into overdrive while I’m gripped with panic at what new torture Gordon has in store for me this time. My eyes flip open to darkness. But when I draw a deep breath, the smell of musk and motor oil soothes the building frenzy.
Kellan.
I’m not with Gordon anymore.
I’m in my room in the bunker where I’ve been recuperating the last couple of days.
I’m safe.
Now that I know it’s a who rather than what wrapped around me, I shove at him where my hands are trapped between us. “Back up,” I tiredly grumble when he still doesn’t budge. “Kell, it’s too hot. You’re too hot.”
Wait…is he…?
Kellan grunts and shifts, though his arms remain firm in keeping me against what I’ve now realized is his exposed chest. “Mmm…thank you, beautiful.” His deep, baritone voice rumbles above me and vibrates through his chest. “I think it would be a hard toss-up between the two of us on who’s the hottest, though. I can’t take all the credit.”
I roll my eyes and a small smile threatens to break free, but I hold it back to focus on what I’ve just realized is happening here.
“Why are you in my bed?” I pull my head back as far as I’m able until he gets the hint to loosen his hold enough so I can look at his face. His blue-green eyes twinkle at me with the roguish grin that’s so Kellan , I can’t help the visceral heat that swims through my veins at the sight of it.
“I climbed in to rescue you.” I frown in confusion, and he continues, “Trying to wake you up didn’t work, and you were thrashing about so much that you were going to hurt yourself. I had to hold you to get you to calm down, and then you looked too comfortable to move.”
“Oh,” I reply softly, pulling my gaze away from his and back to his chest. It’s nothing new for me to get nightmares, though I’ve never had anyone with me when it happens. I’d been able to keep it private, usually with alcohol and sex, on the nights I shared a bed with someone. It’s a vulnerable side to me that I’d hoped to keep to myself.
I gnaw on my lower lip.
Kellan brings my face to his. “What’s wrong?” His dark brows are pinched with concern as he studies my expression.
I hurriedly blink away anything he might read. “It’s nothing. Thanks for…that.” My hands unfurl to push at his chest and bring more space between us. “But I’m fine now, so you can let me go.”
His other arm jerks me back against him. “No,” he growls. “This is the first time I’ve been able to hold you since…” Kell tightens his hold again, although this time, it means my face gets closer to his instead of his chest. His countenance turns serious. “I swore to never let you go, and you still ran from me. Twice.”
I wince at the reminder. “Kell, it wasn’t—”
“I don’t need that,” he interrupts. “I know why you did it. I know that was your way of trying to protect us. But you forget that I don’t need protecting.”
I open my mouth to argue but the look he has compels me to snap it shut. He cups the side of my face, stilling the breath in my lungs.
“How many times will I need to chase you until you realize I’m not going anywhere?”
My heart squeezes until I think it’ll burst in my chest. I swallow the emotion clogging my throat down, forcing a light smirk onto my lips instead. “Maybe one more time,” I tease softly, trying to shift the mood away from getting too serious.
Kellan raises a single brow, but his lips spread open to a wide grin. “Run all you like, beautiful. I enjoy the chase. Just promise me to stay the fuck away from GE from now on.”
My smile drops. “You know I can’t do that,” I huff. “I can’t take them down by staying away from them.”
His grin sharpens, taking over his face in a dangerous flash of teeth that reminds me more of a feral animal than a human. His hand collars my throat, grasping it enough that I know he can feel the sudden acceleration of my heart rate in response.
I’ve noticed that three of the four guys in this group have a certain fixation with my throat. Not that I’m complaining.
I love it.
I squirm instinctively in his grip. Not to get away but to put up a small fight to the control he’s trying to exert over me.
He responds by squeezing hard enough to have my full attention and my heart galloping with the rush of adrenaline.
“You’re never going back to them. I don’t care what it takes, but it’s never happening again, beautiful. I will fight them to my last fucking breath. It’s my fault for not being strong enough last time. But that’s all going to change.”
The reminder incites a dull burn in my chest. He’s right, but not in the way he thinks.
I know now that I won’t survive Gordon a third time. Either I’ll die fighting, or he’ll win and have his obedient pet. I almost lost this time, and it was only because of the guys that I was able to keep fighting him.
Without them, I would have been lost.
Without them, I can’t win.
I need them.
My vision swims. Kellan’s brow furrows, but before he can say anything, I grab his face and pull it to mine, crashing our lips together.
I kiss him like my life depends on it. Like his kiss is the cure for the ache in my chest and his warmth the balm for my stripped and tattered soul.
I slide my leg between his, shifting until every part of me touches him. I reach between us, searching for his cock. I hum into his lips when I find it hard and bare from any clothes.
Kellan withdraws suddenly. “Are you sure?”
I blink at him, stunned. “What? Why…are you asking me that?”
“Relax.” He thrusts his hips, pushing his cock further into my hand. “I know you can feel how much I want you. But I don’t know what happened on that island. I don’t know if you’ve had enough time to recover.”
Oh.
I breathe out a rush of air, then squeeze his dick and give it a slow pump. He inhales sharply, and his stare hones like a predator readying for the kill. His look makes my heart race. Makes me feel alive .
“This is part of my recovery,” I assure him. “Fuck me, Kellan. Fuck me, so there’s no question that I’m back and here with you. That this isn’t some dream I made up to pretend I’ve been rescued. Make my body feel it into tomorrow and the next day, so there’s no room for doubt.”
I want to feel again. To break through the numbness I’ve been lost in. I want his heat, his passion, his wild nature to chase away the nightmares that still haunt me.
Kellan’s gaze is scorching and savage. “Remember, you asked for this, beautiful.” He effortlessly flips me onto my back, straddling me before he descends. His kiss is rough, brutal. It’s everything I want and everything I need.
He rips my underwear clean off, and I gasp at the brief pain of its resistance before it snaps, and my body drops back to the bed. His face disappears between my legs. I cry out at the sudden and ruthless fixation. My thighs tense, and I try to shift my hips, but he grabs and pins them to the bed, so I’m forced to take the stimulation that’s hitting me too fast, too hard.
Any residual apathy vaporizes. Every scratch of his beard sends a shiver of pleasure vibrating through me. Every feral swipe of his tongue and suction of his mouth has me seeing stars as my muscles clench mercilessly.
“Ahh, Kellan!”
His deep-throated chuckle echoes against my core, and I cry out again.
The pressure builds, lifting me higher and higher as it fills me to the brim and leaves no room for oxygen. I curl my toes and grapple with the sheets while I try to hold on, and then I shatter into a million pieces. Everything falls out of focus except the ecstasy that explodes through me.
“Fuck, you break so beautifully,” he says, his voice rough and thick. He drives into me before I’ve fully come down from my orgasm, pushing me up from my freefall. “We’re not finished yet. You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, beautiful?”
He sets a terrifying pace, one that grabs my pleasure in a vicious grip and doesn’t let go.
I’m completely at his mercy as he uses my body in the way I asked, leaving no question that I’ll be feeling this, him , long after we’re finished.
I wrap my legs around him, racing my hips in time with his as the intense bliss drives me mindless with need. Digging my nails into his arms, I force myself to hold on, to meet him thrust for thrust as my release curls and tightens at the base of my spine.
"That's my girl,” he groans.
He bites one of my hands, startling me out of rhythm and making me release him. Kellan moves in that split second, slipping free and then flipping me by my hips until I’m ass-up and face-down. He slams his dick into my cunt with such voracity that my entire body quakes and another moan rips from my throat. My hands are pinned together at my lower back as he drives into me in punishing strokes. “Do you feel me yet, beautiful? Is this how you want it?”
“Yes!”
“Do you still think you’re in a dream?”
“No,” I gasp.
“Good. Because this is real. You’re finally fucking home, and I'm right here. I’m never leaving or letting you go, and I’ll fuck you like this as many times as you need to make sure you have no more doubt.” His pace intensifies, and my eyes close as the pleasure he’s feeding me becomes overwhelming. “Come for me, beautiful. Let go.”
I come again, screaming his name as he pounds into me. His dick swells, and he slams in one last time before he joins me, releasing an animalistic roar.
Kellan rolls to his side as I collapse, boneless, to the bed. He immediately tucks me into his side as we each catch our breath.
I close my eyes, basking in the bliss that’s buzzing through me. I give myself a few minutes in that glow. To pretend, for that time, I can stay there forever.
And then I return to reality.
“Are my clothes here?” I push from his chest and stand from the bed, then scan the room for any sign of them and freeze. A figure dressed all in black is lying on an air mattress in the corner with his back to us. “How long has Jack been sleeping there?” I hiss.
He laughs and shifts behind me. “A while.”
I throw my elbow back at him, which he takes without so much as a grunt, then uses it to yank me against him. “You kissed me first, beautiful.” His teeth nip at the crook of my neck, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.
“Yeah. When I thought you were the only one in this room with me,” I growl, pushing away from him. He lets me go, but crosses his arms and grins at me.
“Which part are you mad about? That you’d prefer to do it behind his back? Or that he could have joined us?”
“What? Neither one of those!”
“Technically, we did do it behind his back.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Why thank you, beautiful. I think you are too.”
I scrub my hands over my face and sigh. It’s already done now and at least Jack appears to be sleeping. What would I have done if he’d been awake?
Kellan reaches under the bed and pulls out a duffle bag. “Jack seems to think you’d be into both of us at once. There any truth in that?” he asks far too casually while dumping the large bag in my arms.
An image of the three of us springs to mind before I can help it. Heat crawls up my neck to my face.
His brow perks up. “Oh? Here I thought he was just blowing hot air.”
“I didn’t say yes.”
“Your face did.”
“When did the two of you talk about—You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know.” I march to the bathroom with the bag and yank the door shut to Kellan’s laughter.