Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
KEELEY
That lands like a grenade between us. The air feels charged and heavy, the tension a living thing.
His eyes widen. “Fuck, sunshine, you’re—”
“Annoying?” I supply.
“Incredible,” he corrects. “And mine.”
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a frantic kiss. This isn’t warm or soft. It’s pure, unrelenting need. He kisses me like he’s trying to seal this moment between us with our mouths.
It’s dizzying and steals air from my lungs. The warmth of him hits me like a rush of summer heat, and I curl my fingers around his shoulders to stop my knees from buckling as my heart slams again.
He lifts me suddenly, with a strength that shouldn’t be possible, and my legs wind around his hips. Our mouths never leave each other as he holds me against him, all heat and urgency, like he’s afraid if he doesn’t take me now he’ll lose me.
But he’s wrong. I couldn’t step away from this even if I wanted to.
Seeing him dragged around by the police has opened something I didn’t expect. He’s protective of me, but I feel the same about him.
I want him.
Need him.
I ache in places that beg to be filled by him. My body knows we’ve been circling this for too long and is ready for what is about to come.
Carefully, he lowers me onto the newly made bed. I feel the tension he’s been carrying on his shoulders leach out of him as he puts a knee to the mattress, chasing me as I go down onto my back.
My body is thrumming for him and when he reaches for the waistband of my leggings, I lift my hips so he can drag them off me. The cool air pebbles my skin and every touch of Nic’s hands erases the crawling disgust left behind by Bird.
I moan against his lips as his hands slide under the hem of my hoodie to brush my hip near my stitches before that comes off, too. We part just long enough to get it over my head and then our mouths lock again.
I fumble for his partly open belt, shoving his jeans down while he’s still trying to kick his boots off. His kutte and shirt come off between kisses, both of us lost in the moment.
None of it is graceful or smooth. We’re both too gone, too desperate for that.
Anticipation builds inside me when he comes down on top of me, careful to keep his weight off my smaller frame while his mouth moves along my throat.
Every scrape of his teeth sends me higher and higher until I’m so aroused I can barely see straight. I claw at his shoulders, trying to find purchase as the world beneath me feels unsteady.
“You see condoms when you were tidyin’ up?”
Right. Birth control. Probably a conversation we should’ve had before we got to the getting naked stage.
“Your bedside table.” I pant as his mouth sucks along my neck. Every touch of his lips sends waves of need pulsing through me.
He pulls back and I almost drag him onto me again, but he’s reaching into the drawer.
“You on somethin’ before?”
Before the cage and the oddest kidnapping of all time.
I lower my gaze to the hardness of his cock standing thick and heavy from between his legs. My pussy clamps around nothing but the anticipation of how he’ll feel inside me.
“The pill,” I murmur absently, still staring at it.
“Get you back on it once things calm down. I wanna feel you bare next time.”
My mouth dries because absolutely I want that too. I watch as he rolls the condom over his shaft, then settles between my legs again.
“You good?” he asks, softening for me.
“Are you?”
“I’m fuckin’ perfect, sunshine.”
He leans on one elbow and knee as he drags the tip of his cock along my slit, coating himself in my wetness.
I spread my thighs wider for him, ready. Trusting him completely. He bends and presses a kiss to my mouth.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs against my lips, his tongue gliding against mine.
I lift my hips slightly, trying to guide him where I want him, but he’s in no rush despite how frantic this started.
I almost growl at him, but then I feel him pressing at my entrance, pulsing and insistent. He breaks the kiss to meet my gaze, checking in, always checking in. And when I give him a small nod, he pushes inside me.
I cling to his shoulders, my head falling back as he stretches me so full I can’t move.
His mouth moves to my ear, his voice rough and hoarse as he says, “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I push my hips forward in response, driving him deeper into my body. We both groan—his guttural and low, mine soft and breathy.
His mouth crashes over mine again as he starts to move, slow and tentative at first, like he’s testing what I can take.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, letting him know I’m not breakable, that I want him however he comes.
He breaks the kiss, watching my face instead as he drives deeper with each roll of his hips, stretching, filling me like he’s trying to forget the world outside this room.
“More,” I urge, needing him to know I can take it.
His next thrust isn’t careful. It’s possessive. He slams into me over and over, like he’s trying to leave his mark inside my body.
He parts my thighs wider with his knees, his eyes locked onto my face as if he’s burning this moment into his memory.
Sweat beads on my skin. My heart is pounding so hard it’s dizzying. Our bodies slap together, wet and messy, and I grip his arms where they’re pressed into the mattress by my head, as if that can keep me tethered to reality.
I let out a sound that might be his name, might be a plea for more—I’m not sure. I’m floating outside of my body.
Our hands tangle together, his warm and rough as he pins them to the mattress beside my head. The connection between us is intense and every drag of his cock inside me sends my pleasure soaring.
I keep my gaze on his, letting everything I’m feeling cross my face while he strokes inside me. Each thrust feels like he’s trying to mark me.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
He bottoms out inside me. I squeeze around him, my pussy trying to keep him right where I want him. Not that he’s showing any hint of pulling back.
He rolls his hips, grinding harder and faster. His thrusts are barely controlled as we both climb higher.
Oh fuck. I might die having sex with Nic.
I can’t breathe around my gasps and pants. Can’t find enough air push out the sounds trapped in my throat. My head feels light, floaty, my vision blurs and fractures for a second as the pleasure builds.
“Nic,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut as everything feels too sharp and yet not sharp enough.
Wild flutters spread through my belly and lower, and I writhe under him, trying to twist away from the sensations flooding me and move closer all at once.
“Come for me, sunshine,” he rasps. “Come, baby.”
My thighs are shaking. My lips part on a sound I can’t smother as heat pours through me.
My climax crests like a rogue wave, blindingly hot, violent and blazing. I clench hard around his cock as my body locks and then shatters.
Ripples of pleasure pulse through me. My back arches, pushing him deeper inside, which makes us both gasp. I jerk against him, his hold on my hands the only thing keeping me from convulsing under him.
I’m whimpering, tears stinging my eyes as my body tries to milk him dry. He doesn’t stop. He keeps moving inside me for a few more strokes. I don’t know if I want him to stop or keep going. Everything is pulsing and fluttering. My thighs clench so hard my muscles burn.
Nic’s eyes squeeze shut and his hips stutter, losing his rhythm before he jerks inside me and falls over the edge too.
His fingers twitch in mine while his body convulses through his release. The guttural groan seems to stick in the back of his throat.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but lie here boneless while we both come back down to earth.
In the seconds after, the only sound is the heavy pants between us. He’s still inside me, softening now through the aftershocks of my orgasm and his.
I’m sore. Aching fiercely and perfectly.
He’s ruined me. Not just physically, but in every way imaginable. I’ve never had sex like that in my life. No partner has ever made me vibrate like that. And it wasn’t just the way he used his body to pull every inch of pleasure from me.
It was how he looked at me while he was inside me.
Like he was writing a new chapter between us.
Slowly, he opens his eyes, the swollen one only managing half a slit. He looks dazed, sated too. There’s a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his inked chest.
He looks down at me, too soft for a man who just wrecked me like that.
“Sunshine?”
“Hm?” I can’t speak. I try, but my tongue is glued to the roof of my mouth.
“Shit. Did I hurt you?” he asks, worry flickering across his face.
I shake my head, lifting slightly so I can kiss the underside of his jaw.
“No,” I assure him. “Never.”
Relief flashes sharp across his face before he brushes his mouth over mine, almost like he’s trying to soothe and apologise all at once.
I swallow hard and reach up, trailing my fingers close to where he’s hurt. “I think I’m falling for you.” I don’t mean to say it, but it just comes out in my post-sex blissed out state.
He freezes for a second, then he presses the softest kiss to my forehead. “I’ve already fallen, sunshine.”
I smile, a little dazed and drunk on him.
I don’t know what happens next with Morozov. I’m sure he’ll throw some new fresh hell at us, but it doesn’t matter as long as I have him. Because the way he’s looking at me right now, any thought I had about this being temporary is gone.
And when we both finally calm our breaths and can move again, Nic cleans me up with so much care it makes me cry.
Later that night, after dinner and banter in the bar with the girls, we fall in his bed and sleep wrapped in each other like we’ve been together for years and not weeks.