6. Chapter 6 - Kip
Chapter 6 - Kip
Giving In
W hen I got out of the shower, she was gone. And so was Dev. I heard him walking around in the loft and nearly went up there to get him back downstairs, but couldn’t bring myself to face her just yet.
“You win this time, buddy,” I muttered quietly as I grabbed a pillow and blanket from the hallway closet.
Kissing her had left me too wound up to just go to sleep. When I’d gotten into the shower, my cock had been rock hard from tasting her and feeling her body under my hands. I’d turned the water to straight cold and hissed out the frustration under the icy stream while I tried to think about anything other than her lips, but my cock still refused to go down at all.
Unable to resist any longer, I turned the faucet and let the warm water wash over me as I retreated into my fantasy, where she played the starring role. Her face had been so small in my hands, but her lips had fit with mine perfectly. When she returned the kiss, her passion and intensity took me by surprise.
My scalp still tingled where she ran her fingernails across the skin, pulling me closer to her.
And as I stood there in the water, my scalp wasn’t the only thing tingling at the memory. My cock was rock hard, and my balls were tight and full, and I needed to let loose. I braced one hand on the stone wall and wrapped the other around myself, stroking it quickly in a firm grip before falling into a familiar, pleasurable pace.
I had thought of how good she felt with her ass pressed against my cock last night when I laid behind her. How soft and silky her skin was where my hand lay all night.
I pumped my cock harder and faster as my arousal spiked. She looked so fucking sexy all day yesterday with only my shirt on; it was like having my own pin-up-era porn star walking around my house, teasing me. Her tits were large and perky, leaving nothing to the imagination, they swayed heavily with each of her movements and they all but begged me to hold them in my hands for her .
I still had the images of them burned into my memory from when I had changed her, and my mouth watered as I thought about how perfect her hard nipples were. I could feel my teeth ache, longing to feel the flesh between them.
So I’d stood there in my shower and stroked my cock until I exploded with one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had as she laid upstairs, willing and wanting.
And clearly, I was a fucking idiot. Which was why I was still downstairs and she was in my bed, alone.
Standing in the dark living room, I knew Dev was going to stay up with her all night, betraying me. I made my way to the liquor cabinet for a nightcap, hoping it would help me drift off to sleep.
When I went for the whiskey though, it was gone, and so was the glass I’d planned on using.
I turned and looked up at the railing to the loft to see if I could see or hear anything from her, but it was silent.
There was no way she was sleeping, not after taking my best whiskey and dog upstairs, leaving me thirsty and lonely.
Fuck, my life was what country songs fucking thrived on .
So I grabbed another bottle and forcefully closed the cupboard, hoping she knew I was angry, and went to the couch.
I didn’t even bother with the glass and drank straight from the bottle, and after about twenty minutes I felt the familiar warmth that the alcohol left fall over my body, numbing everything around the edges.
I looked up from the couch to the loft once more, hoping to glimpse her, but she never came to the edge for me, no matter how hard I tried beckoning her with my mind.
The house was dead silent and my drunk mind was finally relaxed when a sound drifted over the edge of the loft to me. It was so soft, at first I thought I’d imagined it. I leaned forward, trying to focus on what it was, trying to get the alcohol to clear for me to pinpoint it .
And then I figured out what it was, and a wave of regret washed over me, wishing I could turn back time by thirty seconds and warn myself not to listen.
She had just figured out what kind of asshole I really was, and that realization made me feel like the biggest one in the world.
The noise was that of her cries, muffled in the pillow, followed by Dev’s sympathetic whine.
I remained on the couch, listening to her cries for the next two hours until she fell silent. I forced myself to do so, needing to hear them, to feel like the piece of trash I was, so that I wouldn’t be tempted to give her any affection again.
It wasn’t fair to her; she didn’t deserve my inability to want her without my guilt and shame tainting it.
She was the definition of perfection. I knew almost nothing about her, but I could tell she was perfect. She was gorgeous, easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever met before, even through the bruises, that was easy to see.
And more than that, she was kind.
She was the type of woman who wouldn’t hurt a fly and was so soft-spoken that when she yelled at me earlier; it shocked me senseless. She was kind, soft, and pure, but she also had a fire in her soul. And that fire burned when I treated her poorly, and a part of me felt pride in my chest, knowing she didn’t let anyone put her down or belittle her.
At least until whoever got his hands on her and beat her so badly, she ended up here with me. It still bothered me immensely that she wouldn’t tell me what happened to her, but if I thought about it enough, I found I couldn’t blame her.
It had to have been a random attack.
Perhaps a carjacking or something.
I imagined someone carjacked and kidnapped her, beat her, and then dumped her somewhere.
It had to be something random like that. No one local would have done that to her, of that I was positive.
But as I laid my head back against the cushions and stared at the railing to my bedroom, I couldn’t shake the feeling that what happened wasn’t over for her just yet. And that made me angry because she had been through enough. If there was any way for me to stop more harm from coming to her, I had to try. But I had to get her to open up to me to do that.
My body was antsy and jumpy even after the copious amounts of booze I’d forced down my throat. My hands itched to feel her skin against them again. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees as I tried to remind myself of all the reasons to stay away from her. But soon, I lost the battle and without even thinking about it; I stood up and my feet led me to the stairs.
I climbed the stairs, telling myself the entire way that I’d just check on her and make sure she was alright, then return to the couch. When I looked around the corner of the bedroom wall, I could make out the shape of her curled under the covers from the glow of the fire downstairs.
Her tiny female shape was tucked in deep, surrounded by blankets and pillows in my bed.
In my room.
In my home.
It stirred a sense of possessiveness inside of me, waking up the protector inside of me that I’d let go dormant for so long.
Too long.
She needed me. There was no refuting that, neither of us could deny that, so there was no point in trying anymore.
I had no intention of trying to stay away from her any longer. I had to trust my instincts, as I had always done before someone stole my life, leading to self-doubt.
Because my gut told me that from the very first scream I heard of hers, she was mine.
She needed me.
Before I could talk myself out of it and make any more excuses why I shouldn’t let myself follow what my body so badly wanted, I ripped my shirt off over my head and shoved my pants down to my feet before kicking them across the room.
Dev lay on the bed behind the tiny woman and raised his head curiously at me as I stripped. I didn’t doubt in my head that if he thought I was some threat to her, he would have torn me to shreds at my first move. Instead, he got up gently and jumped off the bed before clamoring down the stairs to the living room where he usually slept.
As I turned back towards the bed, I caught her looking over her shoulder at me, anger flooded from her red swollen eyes before she rolled back over to face the opposite wall in silent defiance.
I pulled the blanket back on my side and slid under it before pressing flush to her back, bending my legs into the bend of hers.
She gasped slightly when I slid my hand up her leg from knee to hip, feeling her bare skin until my fingers brushed the hem of her shirt bunched around her waist.
“Shh.” I cooed from behind her as I buried my nose in the hair at her neck, before nudging it aside to bare her ear. She smelled so damn good, even with the musk of my soap on her skin. I nuzzled my cheek against the soft shell of her ear and neck and felt her shiver from head to toe as my beard stimulated the sensitive skin.
“Kip.” She sighed softly.
“I just want to sleep in my bed, Hadley,” I said as I slid my hand up over her hip, feeling it bare of any fabric where I should have felt the band of a pair of panties. I growled deep in my chest at the sensation of her warm, soft skin. “And I want to feel your lush body pressed against mine while I do it.”
She was panting in the dark as my fingers played with that sensitive spot between her navel and her hip bone.
She was as turned on as I was.
Her hips flexed as she ground her thighs together, trying to get comfortable. The motion rocked her luscious ass against my groin, rubbing it across my hardening cock beneath my briefs.
“Mmh, you feel so good against me, Bambina . You’re so small in my arms, but you fill my hands perfectly.”
She arched her back, pressing her ass into my cock harder before grinding her hips again as she softly moaned. She turned her face back over her shoulder towards me, and her eyes were on fire. They glowed fiery green, and I could feel the passion in her body by just looking at them .
I leaned down and kissed her neck before pulling the shirt to the side, licking along her shoulder and gently biting the flesh.
“Don’t play with my head, Kip. Don’t play with my body if you’re just going to play with my head.” Her voice was light like it usually was, but I could feel the iron in it at the same time.
“I’m done playing, Hadley, I’m done fighting this. I’ll burn in hell for stealing your light with my darkness, but I’m going to dance in your sun for as long as you’ll let me.”
She didn’t answer me with anything more than a shuddered breath as I ran my hand up her torso, gently so I didn’t hurt her ribs, letting only my calloused fingertips glide across the supple skin of her stomach and then to the underside of her breast.
“Tell me to stop and I will. Just say stop and I’ll stop, no questions asked. Got it?” I inquired, and she swiftly nodded while her hand smoothly slid down and under her shirt to meet mine, where it had come to a halt. “I need to hear the words Hadley; tell me you got it.”
“I got it, Kip. I’ll tell you when to stop.” She whispered into the darkness around us. She then guided my hand up further until the weight of her breast filled my palm, leaving more spilling out around it. Her tiny hand was on the back of mine and as I ran my fingers over her hard nipple, her nails dug into the skin of my knuckles.
I pulled my fingers off completely and then brought them back around her nipple, teasing and pulling on it as it puckered even further under my touch.
“Mmh.” She moaned sensually. Her hips jerked as I pulled the nipple with more pressure before letting go of it.
I shifted my arm, gliding it down from beneath her neck to settle on her waist, where my hand then connected with her stomach as my fingertips delicately brushed beneath her belly button.
Even though I had just jacked off in the shower a couple of hours ago, I was impossibly hard again. My cock nestled between her bare ass cheeks and my hips involuntarily thrust, grinding it between us. I pulled her tighter against me with my hand that was flat on her stomach as she rotated her hips seductively before bumping her ass up to slide up the length of me before sliding back down.
The shirt she was wearing, which I recognized as one of mine from my drawer, had ridden up until it pooled just below her breasts. With my hand toying with her nipple, I lifted the shirt until she caught on and helped me slide it up and off of her completely. With her skin completely exposed, I gently pulled her shoulder back and leaned towards her, ensuring her hips remained on her side while her alluring movements continued in my lap. However, she angled her upper body towards me, allowing me to fully appreciate the enticing view.
“You are hands down the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen before.” Dropping my lips to hers, capturing them in a savage, erotic kiss. I used my hand on the opposite side of her face to pull her back towards me ever further as I licked and sucked her lips while the hand at her waist inched lower.
I knew the second my fingertips felt the wet heat of her pussy I’d be lost to her forever, I’d never be the same and I’d never be able to walk away, but that was exactly what I wanted the most.
I wanted something to tie me to her, something to claim her as mine.
So I leaned down and took her nipple between my lips, sucking it hard before biting it, causing her to arch her back, pushing it deeper into my mouth as I slid my fingers the last inch and into the slick heaven of her pussy.
And for the first time in years, I felt like I was where I belonged.