Chapter 23
Lovelyn
At the side exit to the warehouse, nearest the river, I paused in the cool night air, my hands flat to my belly under my skeleton girls’ t-shirt. Nerves swarmed me. I caught a glimpse of Kane at the far corner of the building, a monolith among the clubgoers.
I took a step towards him, assuming we’d go to his car.
But his gaze locked on me, and he held up a hand with three fingers raised and the other as a fist.
Three-zero. My countdown, starting now?
Shit. Surely not here? It was so public.
Kane held up nine fingers.
My heart hammered, and I bolted from the building, across the tarmac to the path that led down to the riverbank. If I went left, that would take me towards town. There were always people on the cobbled harbour reach above, and it was near eleven, so the pubs would be kicking out soon.
Far too much chance of being caught.
That meant I needed to go right, away from people and into darkness. I leapt over a muddy puddle, crunching gravel under my feet with the river beside me at its fullest, the water churning where the tide was on the turn.
A short distance on, the upper path ended at a wall which dropped down to the skeleton crew’s car park at the back of their building.
It left me square on to a chain-link fence, bushes and long grass surrounding.
Kane’s countdown played out in my head, but something else grabbed my attention.
A police car cruising down the centre of the open space.
It halted, headlights sweeping across me on my run, though I was reasonably certain I wasn’t visible behind the fence. A man climbed out of the driver’s seat. Lyle stood tall and took in the building.
I staggered to a halt. Shit. Why would he be here? Strange coincidence considering I’d just told Arran and Convict his name.
Frozen, I watched him, hesitating over what to do.
I hadn’t brought my phone with me for fear of losing it.
He shifted out of the light so I could just see his outline, with what looked like a phone raised to his ear.
Somewhere at the front of the warehouse, people yelled and laughed, and music from the clubs pierced the air.
Quiet footsteps drummed the path.
I spun around to Kane bearing down on me. He smirked and caught me by the waist, pinning me to the fence with a clatter of the chains. His lips were on mine before I could object, his hand tugging up my skirt.
I tore my mouth from his. “Wait.”
“No.”
Despite everything, the needs of my body took over, and I was slow with any thought of another protest. Kane pushed me against the fence and felt over my underwear, another blistering kiss stealing my sense while he played with me.
Under the headlights of my ex-boyfriend’s police car.
With the tips of two fingers, Kane bypassed my underwear and entered me, his grunt satisfied when he found me soaking wet. Then he spun me around to face the wire, kicked my legs wider, and freed his dick.
He thrust inside me, so thick in spearing me open I couldn’t speak. All I could do was feel. Panic, alarm, overwhelming need.
Kane stooped to kiss my neck, his hands delving under my t-shirt to tug down my bra.
He cupped my breasts and squeezed my nipples, all while fucking me slowly and getting in as far as he could.
Deep lust stole my thoughts. A whimper left me.
I stifled it in horror. I loved my boobs being played with.
I wanted more of it, but keeping quiet while risking exposure was excruciatingly hard.
“Lyle is right there,” I choked out, gripping the fence.
Kane stilled. I sensed his focus shifting to the car park beyond our fence, to the shape of the car and the figure behind the blinding light.
The bastard laughed a low rumble. A hard thrust into me made the chain jingle.
I sucked in air, but before I could speak again, Kane dragged my shirt above my breasts, exposing me completely.
Anxiety rushed.
He palmed my mouth to silence me.
With the combination of the headlights and the man moving inside me, it was impossible to see if we’d been observed. A memory returned. Kane in the car saying he’d show Lyle that I wasn’t available. I nearly laughed at how perfectly this would do that if the man took a closer look.
I desperately didn’t want him to.
Shoving back into Kane had no effect. With my fist, I thumped his thigh. He only fucked me harder, pushing me into the fence so my nipples protruded through the wide gaps in the links.
Then his fingers were in my underwear again and demanding an orgasm in hard moves over my clit which matched the increasing rate of his thrusts. Sweat broke out on my brow. I couldn’t stop what he was doing to me. I didn’t want to. I needed the release he was surging me towards.
I’d die if Lyle called out my name.
Kane ducked to my ear. “Close your eyes, flower girl. All ye can feel is me, my body owning yours. I’m all that matters. Let go.”
My eyes sank closed of their own accord.
I could only feel as he stoked the flames of my climax higher and higher.
It struck me down so hard, my knees weakened and my senses swam in a perfect, blissful state.
Kane held me up and fucked into me half a dozen more times before he groaned and came, his cock pulsing inside me.
He hauled in laboured breaths and worked in and out a few more times, spreading the wetness onto my thighs.
“Hey,” Lyle called out.
I jerked back from the fence. This time, Kane let me, pulling out, with his hands going to my breasts once again, but not to cover me up. Now in front of me, he groaned and squeezed me. I batted him away, but he dropped his head to suck my nipple.
“These are going to end me.”
“Stop,” I gasped.
“Tell me ye mean that.”
I couldn’t. The gangster smirked and relented, finally allowing me to cover myself.
“Just got here?” a voice answered Lyle.
Dismay chilled me. “That’s my father.”
Catching Kane by the arm, I tugged him to hide behind bushes a few metres away. He came willingly, but while I stood and listened for further shouts, Kane’s hands disappeared under my skirts. He cupped my underwear then slid over my soaking wet centre, his fingers warm.
“I need to feel ye wet from us both,” he muttered.
I pressed my lips together and let him play, the sensation too devastatingly good to stop.
“What are you waiting for? Go inside,” my father commanded. “Get the job done and your face known.”
Two things struck me at once, other than relief that they weren’t coming to investigate the disturbance on the riverbank.
First, that they were here on official police business.
Second, I was wearing a skeleton girls’ t-shirt while dripping a gangster’s cum.
I could hide the last part but not the clothing.
Nor could I take it off. I only had a bra underneath, something that hadn’t troubled me when changing upstairs.
I plucked at it in dismay. “He can’t see me in this, neither of them can.”
Kane let me go then reached to strip his shirt. “Take mine. Go ahead of me and I’ll fetch another from my car.”
Gratitude doused me in emotion. I took the black, oversized t-shirt, tying a knot at the side to make a better fit. I was a fuller-figured girl, but Kane’s clothes swamped me.
He watched me with that typical heavy gaze then swore softly. “You look so fucking good in my clothes.”
Heat rose to my cheeks all over again.
The lust in his gaze switched out for something new. “I need to tell ye something. I’m leaving for the north coast of Scotland tonight, working with Tyler and the other two men you met earlier.”
The good feeling in me quivered. “How long will you be gone?”
“Not sure. Possibly a few days. Ye know what Tyler does.”
He took down trafficking rings. He was a dangerous man who killed without hesitation. No wonder he wanted Kane on his team.
Then another thought occurred. “I can make my own way home.”
“We don’t leave for an hour. I’ll be able to take ye back to your house, or I can ask my sister if you can stay with her. There’s a third option, too. If your ma’s still away?”
“She isn’t going to be walking around the house tonight, don’t worry. What’s the other option?”
“Ye sleep in the bed I use here.”
“Your bed?”
“I’ve been using a room. It’ll be safer for ye than anywhere else.”
So badly, I wanted greater intimacy with this man. I wanted a bed and a locked door. He was offering part of that, just without him in it.
Still, I’d take it. I raised a shoulder. “I promised your sister I’d do some work with her. I can do that from here as well as I can from home.”
“Then you’ll stay?”
“I’ll stay.”
Satisfaction shone in his eyes. “But there’s one problem.”
“Oh?”
“Ye still haven’t given me your number, Lovelyn. You’re holding out on me.”
If I had any defences against him, at that line, they fell.