CHAPTER ELEVEN KELLAN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KELLAN
I’m leaning back in my seat, watching Opal’s latest TikTok, when her name pops up on the screen. I swipe down, and I freeze.
Her words hit me like a punch.
It would be too bad if I forgot to lock my door tonight and a masked stranger wandered inside to come take me in my bed.
Shit.
I nearly leap out of my seat, knocking over a half-empty cup from the holder. There’s no time to think. No time to hesitate.
My eyes flick up to her window and I throw the gear into drive, speeding out of her parking lot, toward my house.
It would be much more convenient if I kept my tactical gear in the truck.
I sprint to my bedroom, yanking the heap of black clothes off the chair where I’d thrown them last. Gloves, boots, tactical vest, long sleeve, mask, goggles.
I throw it all on, heart pounding in my chest. Truck keys in hand, I bolt out the door. The engine roars to life under my command as I peel out, tires crunching over gravel.
The ache that she’s put into words makes my blood run hot. Every single thought I have had this last week has been nothing other than her. And the photo she sent me a few nights ago. She has consumed my entire life—every thought, every breath—her. Not a moment goes by that I’m not thinking of Opal.
And it drives me mad.
Finally, I return to her apartment. The streetlights flicker off the black metal of my truck. I pause for a moment, reading her text again. I snap a quick photo of her building and send it to her.
I don’t wait for a reply; I jump out of my truck and start toward the building. Taking two steps at a time, I climb the stairs quickly.
I pause in front of her door. The handle turns easily. Unlocked. My chest tightens. I take a deep breath, and step inside.
The apartment is beautiful. Every corner, every detail—it’s her. Bookshelves lined with stories, fall décor tucked into every corner. Soft throw blankets of every color are draped over a plush white couch.
Sheer white curtains cover the large windows, the floors are a grey wood covered in rugs of soft muted tones. The walls are painted a sage green and filled with a variety of wall décor and artwork.
This feels so intimate, personal…like I’ve stepped into a dream.
I pause, letting the scent wash over me. Sweet pumpkin, vanilla, the warmth of her. I can barely believe I’m occupying the space she lives in. I feel like I’m in my favorite celebrity’s home, only better.
I freeze. Three pairs of eyes glint at me from the shadows. They blink slowly, and a chorus of soft meows fills the silence. I let out a soft laugh, relief washing over me.
I move toward her bedroom, the door giving way to darkness and warmth. The scent of her fills the room, and it’s intoxicating.
I step closer to the bed, the tension coiling tight in my groin. I reach out, brushing a hand against her bare leg. She shivers softly beneath my touch, a small, breathy moan leaves her lips.
I remove my gloves, dying to feel the softness of her skin. I rub both my hands up and down her soft legs, gripping the inside of her thighs, nudging them open.
Another breathless moan graces my ears. It sends a shiver down my body; my cock reacts instantly.
The back of my hand brushes the mattress. It’s soaked beneath her. Oh my god. She is drenched.
I hook my fingers along the sides of her lace panties and tug them off, stuffing them into my vest pocket.
A low groan escapes my lips, the sound rough and involuntary.
My fingers trail the inside of her thigh until they find her soaking wet lips. Carefully, I spread them, taking in the silky warmth of her.
I let out a shaky breath as I plunge two fingers inside her welcoming hole. She lets out a loud gasp as I simultaneously rub my thumb over her swollen clit. She squirms under my firm grasp, and it fuels my hunger, my need for her.
I press deeper, my fingers curling inward. Her walls tighten around me as her moans grow louder, her breaths coming quicker.
My hand moves faster, in and out of her slick hole. Her hands clench the sheets, her nails dig into the fabric. I continue rubbing firm circles over her clit, faster, in time with my fingers’ thrusts.
Her moans rasp loudly as she arches against the mattress, squeezing her thighs tightly around my arm.
She trembles and convulses uncontrollably, panting loudly as I pull my hand free from the tight grip of her thighs.
I move onto the bed, spreading her legs wide—her soaking, pink flesh on display—mine for the taking. I unbuckle my belt and unzip my zipper, lowering my pants enough to release my engorged throbbing cock.
I press the tip of it against her pulsing entrance, rubbing the head along her swollen clit. Spreading her wetness with it.
With a hard thrust, I burry my cock deep inside her eager hole, filling her completely. Her tight walls grip me, her warmth overwhelming.
She sucks in a quick breath, quivering beneath me. I began to move, my hips snapping forward with urgent powerful strokes.
The bed creaks beneath my weight as I reach down and lift her plump ass, her legs now draped over my shoulders.
I reach forward, grabbing the tie to her robe and I yank it, revealing her full, heavy tits. I pause as I take in the sight of them, her heaving chest, her pink nipples tight with desire.
I resume with my unyielding force; her cries now fill the room. I ignore the whimpers, she asked for this.
Instead, I grip her hips, holding her in place as I unleash a brutal pounding. Her sharp shrieks are music to my ears.
I move my hands to her bouncing tits, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as I rapidly slam into her.
Lifting my gas mask, I lean down, clamping one of her hard nipples between my lips, sucking gently before switching to the other.
Her head thrashes from one side to the other, moaning. I can feel her muscles clenching beneath me, on the brink of release.
I grab her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. My breath rips in and out as I lean to her ear, the words tear out between breaths.
“You’re. Mine.”
I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, needing her to feel the weight of it. My voice drops sharper. “Understood?”
Her eyes go wide, her whole body quivering beneath me, and when she nods—so quick, so eager—I feel a rush of satisfaction burn through my cock.
“You love this don’t you?” I rasp in a voice that’s not mine. “Being filled and used like this?”
Her body arches in response, eyes squeezed shut, face full of absolute pleasure. Her body trembles, her breaths coming in short bursts. And the moans tear from her, her jaw trembling before she stills—exhausted and depleted.
She lays lifeless as I continue my relentless fucking. I give one final, brutal thrust and pull my cock out just in time for my load to detonate all over her tits and up her neck.
I collapse onto the mattress, filling the space beside her.
After I catch my breath and steady the pounding in my chest, I slip from the bed.
In the bathroom, I run a washcloth under warm water, wringing it out before returning to her side. Carefully, I wipe her clean, making sure I don’t miss a spot.
Her soft green eyes find mine, and my heart lurches painfully in my chest. I brush my thumb along the line of her jaw and press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
I tug her robe back around her and tie it snugly, then lift one gloved finger in a quiet one moment.
Leaving the room, I move to the kitchen, filling the kettle and steeping her a cup of sleepy time tea. I find a small snack to go with it, then bring both to her bedside.
She watches me as I settle the tray on the nightstand, switch on the TV, and put on Twilight. I grab her tumbler, lifting it to gauge the weight, checking if it needs a refill.
I kneel beside the bed, her small hand in my large gloved one. My eyes search hers, desperate for reassurance. She doesn’t look away.
I point and then lift my thumb. A simple question.
She smiles softly and nods. My chest tightens, and I have to blink fast to hold back the tears burning my eyes.
I press one last kiss against her forehead, breathing her in. Then, with every fiber of me screaming to stay, I force myself to stand.
One step. Another. And I’m turning away, leaving her apartment behind. And maybe a piece of me with it.