Tia
Morning light filters soft through the windows of the bungalow.
I wake up slowly and reach across the bed again.
Empty. That familiar flicker of panic hits for just a second before my eyes land on Kevin sitting right there on the nightstand.
His little leaves look perky in the sunlight like he approves of our new hiding spot.
A big smile spreads across my face. Kraken brought him in here for me again.
The big bad biker who roughly said the filthiest words I’ve ever heard while his mouth was between my legs also thought about my houseplant so I wouldn’t wake up alone.
Warm fuzzies bloom all through my chest. I reach out and gently touch one of Kevin's leaves.
"You’re getting spoiled buddy. I think the grumpy sea god has a soft spot after all. "
I stretch under the sheets. My body feels deliciously sore in new places.
Last night keeps replaying in my head. The way Kraken pinned me down.
The dirty things he said. The way his tongue and fingers made me come apart so hard I saw stars.
I’ve never had a man do anything like that before.
Not even close. The two guys I slept with in the past were nice enough but boring.
Quick and quiet and completely forgettable.
They never talked during sex. They definitely never said things that made my toes curl and my face burn at the same time.
But Kraken did. And I loved every second of it.
The memory sends fresh heat rushing between my thighs even now.
I feel a little awkward though. Shy. I don’t know how to face him after I moaned his name like that and came all over his face. My cheeks heat just thinking about it. I slip out of bed and go looking through the safehouse for him.
Kraken stands on the small porch overlooking the beach.
He leans against the railing with a mug of coffee in his big hand.
The morning sun lights up his tattoos and the hard lines of his shoulders.
He looks powerful even at rest. Like the ocean itself wouldn’t dare mess with him.
I hover in the doorway for a moment. I don’t really know what to say.
My heart beats faster. Last night hangs between us.
The things he did. The things he said. I watch him quietly.
The way the breeze moves his hair. The way his jaw stays set like he’s already planning the next move to keep us safe.
He’s so much. And somehow he chose to be gentle with me afterward. Held me until I fell asleep.
He turns his head and catches me staring. Those storm gray eyes lock on mine. A slow heat simmers in them. "How did you sleep?"
"Better than ever." The words come out soft but honest. I step onto the porch and stop a few feet away. The ocean crashes gently behind him. "What’s on the agenda today?"
“I’m debating if we should leave today or tomorrow.” He takes a sip of his coffee. His gaze drags down my body then back up. "Shower if you need to and then we get moving."
I suck in a deep breath. My pulse races. Feeling brave for once I look him right in the eyes. "Do you want to shower with me?"
Kraken sets his coffee mug down on the railing the second the words leave my mouth.
His eyes darken with raw hunger. Before I can say anything else he closes the distance in one stride and lifts me clean off my feet.
I squeak in surprise as my legs wrap around his waist on instinct.
His big hands grip my ass, holding me against him.
"Fuck yeah I do," he murmurs low against my ear.
He carries me straight into the bungalow and through the bedroom like I weigh nothing.
My heart races out of control. The bathroom door swings open under his shoulder.
He sets me on the counter for a second only long enough to turn on the shower.
Water sprays hot and steady filling the small space with steam.
Then he’s back on me. His hands slide under my shirt and peel it up over me.
He tugs at my shorts, removing them completely and drops them to the floor.
"Been thinking about getting you naked again since last night," he says. His voice sounds weathered. "This sweet little body’s driving me crazy."
He hooks his fingers in my panties next.
He drags them down my thighs inch by inch.
His eyes stay locked on every bit of skin he reveals.
When they hit the floor he steps back just enough to pull his own shirt over his head.
The movement reveals all that ink and muscle and scars.
My mouth goes dry. He unbuckles his belt.
The metal clinks. He pushes his jeans and boxers down his powerful thighs.
His cock springs free thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.
Heat floods my face and between my legs.
Holy shit. I’ve never seen anything so big in all my life. So many thick inches.
He lifts me again. This time my bare skin presses against his.
I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me under the hot spray.
Water cascades over us both. He backs me against the tiled wall and kisses me.
Passionate and claiming. His tongue strokes against mine like he owns me.
I moan into his mouth and melt completely.
One of his hands stays under my ass holding me up while the other roams my body.
He breaks the kiss breathing hard. "Look at you.
So fucking pretty all wet for me." He sets me down to grab a bar of soap.
He works it between his hands until it lathers.
Then he starts washing me. His soapy palms slide over my shoulders.
Down my arms. He cups my breasts and massages them.
His thumbs circle my nipples until they tighten into hard peaks.
"These tits. Perfect. Made for my hands. Made for my mouth."
I whimper and arch into his touch. The hot water and his rough hands feel incredible. He keeps going. Soapy fingers trace down my stomach. Over my hips. Between my thighs. He washes my pussy with deliberate strokes. Two thick fingers push at my entrance as his thumb rubs slow circles over my clit.
"Still so wet down here," he murmurs against my neck. "This greedy little cunt loved my tongue last night. Bet it would love my cock even more. Stretching you wide. Filling you up until you can’t think straight."
I moan loud. So loud. My hips rock against his hand.
He chuckles dark and keeps washing me. Down my legs.
Back up again. Every touch feels possessive.
Like he’s marking me as his. He turns me around gently so my front presses to the cool tile.
His soapy hands glide down my back. Over my ass.
He squeezes the cheeks and spreads them just enough to tease.
"Every inch of you belongs to me now," he whispers against my ear. "This tight ass. This dripping pussy. All mine to touch. Mine to taste. Mine to fuck whenever I want."
I shiver hard under the water. I’ve never felt so wanted.
So filthy and cherished at the same time.
He spins me back around and rinses the soap away with his hands.
Then he grabs the shampoo. His fingers work through my hair massaging my scalp in firm circles.
The scent fills the steamy air. I close my eyes and lean into him completely.
His hard cock presses hot and heavy against my stomach but he doesn’t rush.
He just keeps washing me. Caring for me. Talking dirty the whole time.
"Such a good girl letting me take care of you," he says, his voice low and threadbare. "You took my mouth so well last night. Came so pretty on my fingers. Next time I’m going to bury my cock so deep you feel me for days."
I love every second of it. The heat. The steam. His voice. His hands. The way he makes me feel safe and wild all at once. When he finally rinses my hair I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again. Passionate and grateful. He holds me close under the spray like he never wants to let go.