25. Avery
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Avery
I bolt upright in bed, hearing a banging sound coming from the front of the guesthouse. My heart starts beating out of control. Rain is pelting against the window above my bed.
The banging sound continues over and over again. Fear wraps around my heart like a vice. I can barely breathe.
Someone’s breaking in.
I scramble to grab my phone from the bedside table. I press Will’s name without even thinking about it. I can contemplate later why he’s the one I chose to call in this moment.
“Avery,” his gravelly voice comes through the line.
“Help,” I rasp, hearing the banging once again.
His voice is suddenly more alert. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I… I think someone’s trying to break in,” I say, my hand shaking the phone as I press it against my ear.
I can hear his feet pounding against the stairs. “I’m coming,” he says.
I stay in my bed, unable to move with the terror running through me.
“Just breathe, baby,” he says. I know he’s outside with the pattering of rain coming through the line.
I yelp when the front door swings open.
“It’s just me,” he says, loud enough for me to hear him in the bedroom.
I drag in a breath of relief. His footsteps pad around the small space until he walks into my bedroom. His eyes scan the room before settling on me.
“A tree branch snapped with the wind and was banging against the front window,” he says.
“Oh…” is all I can manage.
“I moved it, so it won’t happen again.”
“Oh,” I say again, trying to crawl out of bed with shaky legs. He’s suddenly gripping my arms to steady me.
“Sit back down,” he says, easing me back onto the edge of the bed. “Your body’s crashing from the adrenaline.”
“Oh,” I say again because apparently that’s the only word my brain has access to.
He fits himself between my thighs, rubbing his hands up and down my arms. His touch is firm, letting me know he’s right here. I’m not alone.
One of his hands moves up to cup the side of my face. “I’ve got you. You’re okay,” he whispers.
I blink several times, taking a deep breath, then another.
“That’s my girl,” he says, gently.
My eyes finally focus enough to take in his appearance. He’s soaking wet and wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.
Maybe if my brain wasn’t crashing out, I would laugh at the fact he’s the second Kingston brother to show up in his underwear in the middle of the night.
He sprinted over here in his underwear to get to me in the middle of the night during a horrible storm. That’s the only thing I can process right now.
“Will,” I breathe out his name on an exhale. My eyes lock on his.
He doesn’t say anything as the weight of the tension grows thick in the air, making it hard to breathe.
I want him so bad. It’s making it hard to function without… him.
His fingers slide into my hair. He tilts my head up toward him even more.
“Fuck it,” he whispers before crashing his lips against mine.
The kiss is everything I knew it would be. It’s demanding and ruled by pure need that makes me weak in his hold. I grip his forearms, my nails biting into his skin from how hard I’m gripping him.
He doesn’t seem fazed, though. He’s only concerned about sliding his tongue against me, discovering me in this new way.
I don’t even care that his dripping body is pressed against mine, making me as wet as he is. In more ways than one.
I just want more of him. I want to touch, to kiss every inch of him.
He wraps his arms around me, moving me up against the pillows. His large body settles between my thighs. His hard length grinds against me as he resumes the kiss.
My hands are everywhere, exploring every ridge and valley of his body I can reach. One of my hands dips below the waistband of his boxers, my nails scraping against his ass.
“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling his lips away from mine.
He moves back enough to slide his hands up under my oversized T-shirt. Fingers inch over my ribs, grazing across my nipples.
“Ahh,” I whimper.
His touch is gone for a second before my shirts is tugged over my head.
“So pretty,” he says, reverently running his thumbs over my peaked nipples.
His lips are back on mine in the next breath, like he can’t stand to be separated from me for another second. Our last pieces of wet clothing are removed between drugging kisses that make my head feel fuzzy and my clit throb with need.
I wrap my legs around him as he hovers above me. “Condom?” he asks, obviously restraining himself from pushing inside my dripping pussy, which is already begging for his attention.
“I’m on birth control,” I say, barely controlling my own need. “And clean, if you trust your brothers.”
I half-expect him to cringe at my words, but he just nods.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, running his thumb down the side of my face.
I don’t even think about it. “Yes,” I say because I do, whole-heartedly.
“Good,” he says, easing in the slightest amount. “Because I don’t want anything between us.”
“Me either,” I say, running my hands across his toned back.
All the air escapes my lungs as he thrust all the way inside of me.
My brain goes hazy at the feel of him plunging so deep. It’s a feeling I know I’ll never forget, not that I’ll want to.
At first, his pace is slow and measured. It seems he’s intent on torturing me on the climb. His lips worship me as he peppers kisses across my skin with every thrust of his hips.
In my blissed-out state, I lose track of time. I’m only in tune with the feeling of his body and mine.
We roll over until I’m straddling his waist with his cock still buried deep. I brace my palms against his chest as I start to grind against him.
His head falls back against the pillows, but it quickly snaps back up to look at me. His hands encompass my thighs as a pained look crosses his face.
“Baby, I need you to come,” he rasps.
Knowing I’m the one making him lose control is a heady feeling that sends me spiraling toward the edge. I forcefully slide my clit against him on the next few rotations of my hips, and I fall off the cliff’s edge.
He pulls me down so my chest is flush against him as his own orgasm hits him like a freight train. “Fuck, baby,” he groans into my neck.
Inky waves of pleasure wash over me from my toes to the top of my head. My whole body is captured in this overwhelming feeling.
Our bodies stay glued together. The last ripples pass through each of us. We stay still until our breathing evens out and we settle back into reality.
He pulls my hair to the side, kissing my neck just below my ear. Rolling me to my back, he eases out of me.
I can’t help but stare at his ass when he moves into the bathroom. He comes back with a wet cloth that he gently cleans me with.
I don’t know what I expect after that, but him sliding in beside me isn’t it. He rolls me on my side, so he can snuggle in behind me.
One of his arms is wrapped around my waist, while he snakes the other under my head, so I’m laying on his bicep.
My brain can’t even process everything that happened tonight, but I don’t care to. I love having him here with me, and that’s enough.
His breath tickles my neck with each exhale.
“Thanks for rescuing me tonight,” I whisper, my eyes starting to flutter closed.
“Always,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
In the safety of his arms, with the sound of rain trickling against the window, I fall into one of the most peaceful sleeps of my life.