Chapter 20
Lovelyn
The night swallowed our car. Kane drove like the devil was chasing us, out of the city and on a mission fuelled by something he didn’t explain. Then again, I didn’t attempt to speak, the tension between us stretching so taut I felt like I could crack apart.
He flipped the heat up high, I switched it off.
The music he turned on, ‘Popular Monster’ by Falling In Reverse, I laughed at then stopped.
He took a possessive grasp of my thigh; I shoved him away, even if I craved his fingertips dragging over my skin.
I couldn’t stop the hurt. It wasn’t his fault, though using me to put off Karla had been a dick move, but still my emotions kept on coming. They built in rolling energy I couldn’t contain.
We passed signs telling us we’d entered the Peak District National Park. He was taking me into a wild open space.
I broke the silence that was holding me tight in its grip. “What was your main reason?”
Kane’s dark eyebrow rose in question.
“You said there were two reasons you had me talk to Karla. You told me the second but not the first. What was it?”
He fixed his gaze to the road and worked his jaw. It felt like forever until he replied. “Because kissing you left me temporarily unable to speak.”
Every sturdy defence against him tumbled and fell.
Kane pulled off the road. The headlights ghosted over an empty car park then shut off, plunging us into dark when he killed the engine. Silence settled around.
Abruptly, he jumped from the car and rounded to my side, opening my door. Kane leaned over me to unclip my seat belt, then stepped back to give me space to exit.
Outside in the night air, my eyes adjusted to the moonlight, giving me enough of his features to see the sharp want in them. My heart skipped a beat.
“Yes or no,” he asked.
My feelings-addled brain caught up. He’d brought me somewhere he could act out his favourite fantasy.
My thoughts spilled ahead to being hunted, to being caught, to him getting what he needed.
Sprinting into the dark was strangely appealing.
I’d always struggled to handle my emotions, and what Kane had described could give me the release I needed in more ways than one.
Except it was a two-way street.
Slipping away, I boosted myself to the bonnet of the car. “Convince me.”
“How?”
I held his dark gaze, letting him come to his own conclusions. If I said any more, my voice would probably tremble, and I didn’t want him to have that power.
Kane pushed my legs open with his size. His hands went to my skirt. I stopped them. Interlaced our fingers.
Slowly, he lowered his face to mine as if working this out as he went. There was no give in his features. No softness or promise to be gentle.
Odd how much I needed his rougher side.
I was disappointed at the fact we hadn’t found Dixie, shaken up by the approaching anniversary I couldn’t hide from, then he came along and threw my emotions around like a rag doll. The energy had to come out. Still, I needed that element of trust.
Kane leaned in and ghosted a kiss across my lips. It wasn’t soft. More just a taste ahead of a savaging. He twisted my arms behind my back, a second kiss parting my lips with a demand my body yearned to answer.
This. More.
He devoured me, stealing my breath and spreading heat through me in spikes that replaced all the negativity and switched me on to whatever we were about to do. When a passionate slide struck lightning in my veins, I couldn’t stop a moan.
He jerked away with a shuddering inhale and grasped my skirt, shoving it up my legs.
I moaned again and drooped backwards on the bonnet, my knees coming up while Kane lowered his mouth to the apex of my thighs. Just like last night, he didn’t wait around, pushing my underwear to one side to get his tongue onto me.
The first touch somewhere so sensitive had me arching closer, heat meeting cold.
I writhed under him, the sensation of him licking into me producing another loud moan from my lips. With two handfuls of my ass, he ground me against his face, tongue-fucking me then shifting to slide a thick finger inside.
It was too much and not enough at the same time. When he added a second finger and sucked my clit, I almost laughed at how good it felt to have him right there, opening me up. Winding me tighter and tighter.
My inner walls squeezed his hand.
He dropped his touch on me and backed away. “Thirty.”
My deliciously fogged-over mind struggled for sense. “What?”
“Twenty-nine.”
Oh shit, a countdown?
I hopped down from the car and stumbled.
“Twenty-eight.”
Menace filled his tone, but promise, too. It boosted the ache inside me. I turned, hiked up my skirts, and fled.
A kissing gate guarded the forest and slowed my sprint as I weaved through it, the wood banging at my back. A few metres on and I was in the trees, Kane’s more distant “twenty-three” chasing me.
He was remaining by the car until the time was up.
I came to a forked path and hesitated. Stumbling on roots and fallen branches didn’t sound fun, so I chose the lighter one. A rustling came from somewhere ahead and to my right, deep in the trees. Probably a bird, but it slowed me, the overtones of “thirteen,” penetrating the woods.
My heart pounded. He’d turned me on but left me unsatisfied, and my brain was a mess of need and excitement. Did I stick to the path or actually try to hide? I couldn’t go into the woods, but if he caught me on the path, late-night hikers might walk by.
“Ten.”
I put my head down and ran to the end of the tree cover, twigs cracking under my hasty feet. Emerging, I sprinted onto a hillside, the slopes and distant ridges silver-edged in the darkness. Fresh air breezed over my hot face.
Tall hedges and shrubs dotted the slopes, surrounding isolated trees. Better for hiding in.
“Seven,” Kane bellowed loud enough to reach me.
Excitement fizzed along my veins, and my breathing came quick. He’d explained his kink in such a way that had alarmed me, but like this, with the warm-up a promise for it being good? Anticipation had me quaking.
“Five, four, three…”
Picking my way down the slope, I entered one of the thickets and concealed myself behind a tree, losing the final words of his count.
It didn’t matter. My time was up, and now he had to find me.
In silence, I listened hard, my heartbeat banging so loud in my ears it drowned out everything. Almost. It couldn’t conceal the thumping footfalls of a big man running.
Faster than me, Kane cleared the woods, visible higher up on the slope. I pressed my lips together and shook, the need and fear a perfect chemical mix for what I wanted him to do.
Like I was a beacon, he stormed down the hill.
I held my breath.
He came directly at me and circled my hiding place. “Run, Lovelyn.”
I squealed and broke my cover, driving my legs hard to get away. He was quicker. In heartbeats, he caught me on the open slope, tackling me so I fell, landing on his body in a hit that stole my breath.
Kane flipped me onto my back on the damp ground. This time when his hands went to ruck up my skirt, I helped him. I needed this. The adrenaline only got me hotter for him. He rolled me again so I was face down, my hot cheek to the grass.
He wrestled with his own clothes then covered me, wrenching my underwear aside so his dick could slide between my legs and soak in my wetness. Right as my desperation peaked, he lined up with my core, and his mouth landed on the back of my neck.
Kane Ryan fucked into me in one savage go.
I cried out, my insides stretched and pulsing with the intrusion. He was so big. I knew it would be a lot to take, but it took several goes until he was flush with my skin. Like a damn lion, he ran his teeth over my neck, his satisfied exhale speaking of his win. His claim.
With my cheek to the dirt, I could do nothing but take him.
Then he moved his hips. There were no words as he stroked in and out of me, only desperate sounds of pleasure being taken. And given. Kane groaned, his arms tensed either side of me and shaking with how hard he held himself.
He tugged me half onto my side to get his fingers to where we joined. He took a possessive grasp then toyed with me in time with his thrusts.
My building climax hadn’t gone away, and I moaned out at the spiralling burst of delight.
He doubled down, fucking me faster and hitting places inside that had lights burst behind my closed eyelids.
Not being able to see felt safer. Anyone could walk past and witness what we were doing.
I wouldn’t stop, or tell Kane to. I was locked in and loving this.
My approaching orgasm tightened me around him, and Kane growled out.
His strokes stayed even and precise, his hand action driving me insane.
When at last, I broke, I pressed my forehead to the cold ground and fell into incredible release.
He immediately jerked, too, his dick thickening at exactly the right moment to prolong the bruising, mind-destroying climax he’d driven me to.
He came inside me. Hard and long.
Stunned, I swam in pleasure so deep, it took a while to come back to earth. And realise his arms were around me. Kane held on tight, still buried deep in me, his breathing as heavy as mine. But his hold protected me from the chill that crept in while we calmed.
I was acutely aware of every sound and move he made. How he almost nuzzled his face into my hair. Without him knowing, he’d given me the hug I needed at the end of this to tell me what we’d done was okay.
Still, I was exposed on a random hillside, and the fun part was over.
I squeezed his arm, bundled tight around me. “Up.”
Kane stilled then pulled out, clambering to his feet with a hand to help me rise. We fixed our clothing, then turned in silent agreement to climb the hill. At the top, he chose the path, which suited me as I was entirely lost.
Under the tree cover, his shoulder brushed mine. He inhaled through his nose. “Did I hurt ye?”
“I don’t think so.”
We continued in silence to the kissing gate.
Once there, he swung it out to let me through then paused on the other side. “Was that…?”
I waited on the full question, though guessing what he meant. He was worried that I hadn’t enjoyed myself. His concern made me giddy. It suited him better than the emotionless-brick attitude he wore like a suit of armour.
Yet he didn’t seem to be able to get out the words.
I pursed my lips. “If you’re asking if I liked it, tell me what you felt.”
“You coming around my dick.” His lips lifted in a smirk.
“Idiot. I meant in here.” I put my fingertips to his forehead, not brave enough to touch his chest.
“Good,” he said. “Very fucking good.”
“Then same.”
He breathed in deep, then followed me through.
At the car, I paused. My underwear was wet from what we’d done, and it would seep through to my skirt. Hot as hell, but enough that several hours in the car would be uncomfortable. “I need to change.”
“Are ye muddy?”
“Not that.”
His gaze slid down me. “I’m leaking out of ye?”
I squirmed, my cheeks hot all over again.
Kane smirked then walked away a few steps like he needed to calm himself. He spun back. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
“Neither have I.”
“Fucking Christ. I get tested regularly for work, always clear. Also, I’ve had a vasectomy. In case ye worried.”
I blinked in surprise at the last part. I’d never known anyone who’d had that done. Which made my mind sprint over the possible reasons he would’ve opted for something like that.
“Ye make me lose my mind.”
The feeling was mutual. So much, that when he turned his back to give me privacy, a little act that shot another arrow into my heart, I took a moment to stare at him.
And wonder if I’d ever know the real Kane Ryan, or if fragments were all I’d ever get.