26. Kali
26
KALI
I nursed one beer forever.
This was a full-fledged party, so no way would I be able to sleep.
Also, this was a full-fledged party, so no way was I going to get drunk. I didn’t care that Shane had said no one would mess with me if I told them I was with him.
Also , a full-fledged party and my sister was here, so another reason to say hell no to getting drunk.
So I nursed that beer like I was going to win a competition. With a cash reward.
But I was horny, because in the past few hours, I’d witnessed a lot of people getting some action—in the shadows and right out in the light. Hell, Machete had even gone inside and gotten a blanket for him and Claudia. Sure enough, a little while later there was movement under the blanket, and my sister couldn’t stop a few groans from slipping out.
Some motorcycles rode in about the time I felt ready to combust, and both guys stood up, which I was a little relieved about.
“Your man is back,” Claudia said.
With that, my horniness level went from a decent, steady five to a nine. A nine point five.
I might’ve been waiting for him. Maybe. I didn’t know if I wanted to admit that to myself. But as I watched the guys go over to meet with him… Even seeing him from a distance, I could feel him inside of me. Yeah. I’d been waiting for him.
God.
I wanted him. Now.
My need throbbed a deep, steady beat inside of me, between my legs, and I squirmed on the seat. This guy. What had he done to me? I couldn’t handle this.
My body was an inferno.
I remembered all the times—the motel, here, when he ate me out like I was Thanksgiving.
Machete came back, but he only held his hand out. Claudia took it, sending me a furtive look before he pulled her to her feet and led her inside.
Stripes hadn’t come back, but that didn’t matter. Shane was heading right for me. I knew the instant he saw me. My body went from inferno to active volcano. The rest of the party fled. It was him and me, and the way he was looking at me? It seemed like he was remembering Thanksgiving too.
“You’re back.” My voice came out raspy, and his eyes sharpened.
“You were out here alone?” he asked after observing me a moment.
“Machete, my sister, and Stripes were with me.”
He blinked slowly. “You talked with them the whole time?”
I was back to squirming because why were we talking? I shook my head. “Another guy came over and talked to Stripes, but that’s it. I didn’t care. This…” I waved at the party. “…is…” I didn’t know what to say. “It’s a lot to take in.”
His eyes sharpened again. “You okay?”
I nodded, my neck stiff, and I moved again, needing to adjust myself on the chair. I was restless. Wanting him. Needing him. Not knowing what to do about it.
He gave me a full once-over, and I licked my lips. I hadn’t meant to do it. It just happened, but then his gaze went from studying to dark and smoldering.
He held his hand out.
I took it. A tingle shot up my arm, and as he laced our fingers, that tingle morphed into a sizzle.
He led the way to the barn.
I looked back once and saw Shelly standing not far from where we’d been, watching us. She gave me a small smile before turning back to the house.
Once we were back inside the room where we’d been sleeping, the closed door muted all the sounds. They didn’t go away, but they became nice background music, along with the buzzing in my body.
Shane stared at me, not moving to remove his cut, his guns. “You drunk?”
I felt like it. “No.” My pulse pounded even stronger, filling my entire body. I pushed out my tits, not thinking about it until his gaze fell to them. He didn’t look away, not for a long time.
I couldn’t breathe. I tipped my head up, falling back against the door. I was almost panting. How embarrassing was that?
“What’s going on with you?”
Fuck it . “Two couples fucking,” I announced.
His eyes widened, snapping to my face.
“Three blow jobs.”
His gaze smoldered again, darkening. He took a step toward me.
My voice dropped low. “Eight guys did a train on a girl out there.”
He moved even closer. Almost touching me. I could feel the heat of his body.
“She seemed to enjoy it,” I added.
I held his gaze, my head tipped all the way back now.
“My sister and her new man were doing things too. Right next to me.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not drunk, Shane. I want to fuck.”
His eyes? Instant black.
He reached for me, but I moved first. My hand went to his chest, and I dropped to my knees. My mouth watered. I’d never wanted to do this. Ever. Not once in my life.
I did for my husband, but rarely. On holidays. Birthdays. It was for him.
But this time, I reached for Shane’s pants—unbuckling them, sliding down the zipper.
I reached in and found his cock. This time it was for me.
I’ll process all of that later , I told myself as I sucked him into my mouth.
Then I was moving over him.
In. Out.
I deep-throated him.
Licked him.
Tasted him.
Circled his tip.
I stroked him as I slurped like he was a lollipop.
He watched me the whole time, enraptured. He seemed to be holding his breath.
Then I took all of him in again, all the way down my throat. As far as I could take him. I moaned, my sounds stifled around him. Then I braced myself, sinking down on my knees, and I grabbed his hips.
He reached down, taking my hair, and I tried to nod, telling him what I wanted.
He eased in, slow.
I moved farther down, finding a good sitting position, and I tried opening my throat even more.
He eased out. Slowly again.
Yes. I wanted him to do this.
Back in, but he was going too slow.
I’d been sucking him. I wanted him to take over.
I moved my head back, and there was a popping sound as his dick came out of my mouth. I looked up at him.
“Fuck my mouth.”
His eyes flared with a dark and primal pleasure there. When I saw he was down for this, I positioned myself again, grabbing his base. I vacuumed him in, and as he wrapped my hair around one of his hands, I reached for his hips and braced.
Then he began moving, fucking my face.
I let him have it.
I was starting to think I would always let him have it. But no, I didn’t want to process that either. Not until later.
Much later.
He tried to pull out to finish.
I didn’t let him.
I sucked him in, holding him, and then he twitched, filling me up. I looked up as I swallowed. His eyes were still black. He panted.
Then he growled and snatched me up, his hands under my arms. He carried me across the room, as if I were a doll. He tossed me onto the bed and I fell there, stunned a moment. He stripped my pants off, ripped my underwear away, yanked off my shirt, and pushed up my bra. When I was free for his viewing pleasure, he paused to admire me for a moment.
“Goddammit,” he growled. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He knelt on the bed, bending over me.
His hand went to my pussy, two of his fingers dipping in. His thumb moved over my clit just before he pulled out and smoothed his hand up my body. Pussy to stomach, between my breasts, all the way up to my throat where his hand circled me and his fingers went into my mouth.
I sucked them in, tasting myself, and closed my eyes as he bent down.
His mouth found my tits, and he circled one with his tongue, his teeth grazing over my nipple.
I gasped, sensations searing through me.
Never. Not ever had another man made me feel these things, do these things, made me hunger for more, demand more. Forget what the guy wanted. This was what I wanted.
Not once.
Shane pulled his fingers away, caressing my breast as his mouth moved to where they’d been. His tongue slid inside, and the kiss consumed me. In that moment, I felt ashamed because I knew I’d never loved my husband.
I couldn’t have.
Then I stopped thinking.
I only felt Shane.