Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kennedy was having the best dream. She was on a white sand, beach listening to soft waves crash against the shore.
Her enjoyment was interrupted by a pinch to her ass.
Looking around, she expected to see a crab with its pincher nipping at her.
Nothing. She saw nothing except the annoying sun blinding her. “Don’t make me bite you again.”
“What?” Opening her eyes, Kennedy wanted to go back to the beach, not be awake on Red Lake Reservation. “What time is it?”
“Earlier than you’re hoping for.” Cree kissed the back of her knee. His reward was a little moan. Sexy.
“Why?” she purred, enjoying Cree’s lips touching all the spots no one ever thought about.
“We need to get everything packed up and hit the road in a few hours,” he mumbled as he continued kissing and nibbling his way down her calves.
If he didn’t stop, they weren’t going to get on the road on time. “Okay, you go cook breakfast, and I’ll catch a few more minutes of sleep.”
Raising up on his knees, Cree grabbed her ankles and started dragging her down the bed, making her giggle. “Nope. You’re getting up.”
Stifling a laugh, Kennedy tried hard to stay where she was. “You kept me up too late last night.”
“Me?” Cree feigned shock at her words. “That must’ve been your other boyfriend.”
“Yes, you.” She laughed hard until the word ‘boyfriend’ penetrated her brain. He admitted he was her boyfriend. It was the most perfect word ever, she thought.
Giving up, Cree lay on top of Kennedy, nibbling on her ear. “Think of it this way. The sooner we get on the road, the sooner we get off the road.”
“If you keep messing with my ear, we won’t get out of this bed for a few hours.”
“I could mess with your pussy instead.”
“You do that and we’re leaving tomorrow.”
Chuckling at her, Cree rolled off her. Climbing out of bed, he headed for the shower. If she fell back asleep, he’d drag her out of the bed by her ankles. “I’m grabbing a shower.”
Kennedy lifted her head, watching a naked Cree head into the bathroom.
Shit! If he got a shower first, there wouldn’t be any hot water for her.
Scrambling out of the bed, she grabbed her hair tie from the nightstand and hustled after him.
Wrapping her thick hair into a tight bun, she used her hip to stop him from shutting the door. “I’m showering with you.”
Cree closed the door so the heat wouldn’t escape. “I won’t say no.”
“Showering, mister. That’s all we have time for.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
Cree held up his hands in surrender. Reaching in, he turned on the water and waited for it to heat up When she bent over and stripped out of the pajama pants she’d slept in, he groaned.
Her ass was a thing of beauty. Running a hand along his cock, he was starting to miss her sleeping in his shirt.
The shirt gave him easy access to her. The pajamas got in his way, and he’d make sure they got left behind.
“Water’s warm,” he told her as he stepped into the shower.
Kennedy followed him in. When she pulled the curtain closed behind them, she wrapped her arms around Cree’s waist and pressed her lips against his back. “You said just a shower,” he reminded her with a smirk.
“I’m just getting my morning hug.”
Cree turned around, keeping her arms around his waist. “I didn’t get mine either.”
“I didn’t get a morning kiss.”
“You got a nip to your ass.”
“I thought a crab pinched me.”
Cree leaned back and looked down at Kennedy. “What?”
“I was dreaming of white sandy beaches and warm, soft waves. Then you bit me.”
Laughing, Cree went in for what was supposed to be a quick kiss, but nothing about kissing Kennedy was ever quick.
Her body was so welcoming. He loved the feel of her wrapped around him.
Small moans tickled his ear, followed by soft demands for him to hurry.
She knew he couldn’t be near her naked and not touch her.
His cock was already weeping for her pussy.
Pressing her back against the shower wall, he didn’t make her wait.
Lifting her up, Kennedy wrapped her legs around his waist as his cock laid against her stomach, hard and greedy.
She reached between them and stroked him, guiding the head into her.
It was all he needed. Cree slammed into her, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep control over the demands of his own body.
Sliding out and back in, her cries of pleasure brought him closer to the edge. “Fuck, you feel good,” he moaned.
Kennedy’s trembling thighs gripped his waist as her heels dug into his ass, trying to keep him right where she wanted him. Her eyes were hooded as she watched their bodies coming together.
She wanted to see, to watch as his body took hers, the shower clouded in steam made it difficult. His voice commanding, he told her to let go and give him what he wanted. “Please, oh god,” she moaned as his teeth scraped along her neck..
“Give it to me, katawasisiw.” His voice was barely audible as he pounded into her.
Kennedy’s body tightened as she moved in rhythm with his, making her clit tingle from the friction. “Harder, Cree. Harder,” she begged. “Just a little more. Oh fuck.”
Dropping her head to his shoulder, Kennedy lost the battle as the orgasm exploded from her.
Gripping him tighter, her pussy clenched around his shaft with little aftershocks, making her tighten her arms around his neck.
She couldn’t stop herself from continuing to move over his cock.
She wanted more. Another orgasm started to mount, and she knew Cree felt it too by the way he moved in and out of her, faster, harder.
Her head dropped back as she cried out his name.
She felt his release as ropes of cum jetted against her walls.
Moaning softly, she let her head rest on his shoulder.
“So much for a just a shower,” he said with a hint of cockiness.
Kennedy started chuckling, which forced Cree to slip from her body. Squeezing tighter, she tried keeping him inside her a little longer, but her laughter was her undoing. Dropping her legs from Cree’s waist, he let her down. “The water’s getting cooler.”
“It’s your fault.” Reaching back, Cree cranked the hot water up. It was a mad rush to get showered before it ran out. Kennedy screamed when the water turned cold, almost taking down the shower curtain trying to get out.
Shutting off the water, Cree yanked the curtain open, shaking his head at her. “You’d sacrifice me to save your ass, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe.” Wrapping a towel around her wet body, she moved closer to the shower. Going up on her tiptoes, she kissed him. “I’m about to open the door.”
“No, you aren’t,” he told her firmly as he stepped out of the shower to dry off.
When they were dry, Cree stood wrapped in a towel, blow drying his long hair.
Kennedy left him to it so she could put some clothes on and start breakfast. As she dressed, she stopped long enough to look out the bedroom window.
The morning was starting things off right.
She hated to admit it, but she'd miss the view.
“I thought you were gonna start breakfast.”
Kennedy jumped at the sound of Cree’s voice. “Yep, heading that way right now.”
“What were you looking at?” He glanced out the window.
“I was just taking in the view one last time.”
“It is a nice view.” Cree turned around to find he was alone. Seeing Kennedy had disappeared, he went in search of her and found her in the kitchen, pulling food from the fridge.
“Are you cooking this morning?”
Kennedy didn’t look at Cree, afraid he’d see through her facade.
She lay awake most of the night, worried about Mr. Angelini sending more men to find her.
She was also worried that the closer they got to Montreal, the sooner Cree would be gone.
That was the one thing she dreaded—being left behind.
Hearing his question, Kennedy just nodded.
The tiny kitchen closed in on her as Cree crowded her against the counter.
With her hands full, she couldn’t get past him.
He gripped the countertop on both sides of her and sighed.
“Look at me,” he said in a low, firm tone.
Her eyes jumped to his, and she was done for.
For Kennedy, there was nothing more beautiful or dangerous than falling deep into Cree’s dark chocolate-coloured eyes.
Her tongue darted over her bottom lip, trying to find her words. Everything felt tight—her skin, her clothes . . . everything. Her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. Clearing her throat, she waited for the inquisition to start.
“What’s wrong, katawasisiw?”
Every time he called her beautiful in his native tongue, she melted.
Late at night, with the moon shining through the thin curtains, he sang songs from his childhood and told her stories about his ancestors.
She hung on every word, every sound. Kennedy wanted to tell him nothing was wrong, but he would know it was a lie. “I’m just overthinking things.”
“Like what?”
“Worrying about Mr. Angelini sending more men after me.”
“And?”
“That’s all.”
He’d let it go for now, but sooner or later, Kennedy would tell him what was bugging her. “Can I help you make breakfast?”
“No, I got it. You need to do a onceover on the bike. You know, kick the tires.” She smiled when he did. Tilting her head, she raised up on her toes and kissed him softly on the mouth. “You have to move, Cree.”
“I like being close to you.” He growled, dipping his head so his teeth scraped the delicate skin beneath her earlobe. A nip to her ear, a soft kiss to the side of her throat where her pulse beat rapidly . . . god, he loved the way she reacted to his touch, loved the way her skin smelled.
Taking the eggs, bacon, and cheese from her hands, he set them on the counter and continued kissing all the spots that turned his woman on.
If she wouldn’t tell him what else was bothering her, he’d have to distract her from that annoying little voice in her head.