Chapter 9 #2
I nodded. “Beau is Lucas’s age, and then Adam is thirteen and Quinn is Wesley’s age.” I could smell whatever scent Kiera had put on, and I hated that I wanted to lean down and inhale deeply. Maybe it was just her natural scent? Fuck me.
“So Olivia doesn’t get another girl to hang out with?”
“Not so much. But with Finnian having the twin girls, and now I guess Tess has another little girl? They’re fixing the ratio.”
“So many single dads in this town. It’s an epidemic.”
“I thought women liked that?” I asked.
“Maybe. At least on paper.”
I shook my head, confused, before gesturing toward the living room. “I’m going to watch Atlas play tonight. You want to join me?”
Kiera let out a deep breath and stared at me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I am.” A lie.
“I don’t want to make things uncomfortable for you.”
“You wouldn’t.” Another lie. I set the chili down on the counter. “I’m not good at this.”
“I’m not going to ask what you mean by this, because that’s far too complicated a conversation when you want to go watch Atlas. But I don’t want to push you into anything.”
“You’re the one who was just hurt,” I warned.
“Just because I’m the one who was emotionally beaten and, more recently, doesn’t make your hurt any less brutal.”
I swallowed hard. “True. I just want to watch hockey with you. And maybe if you get bored, you can play on my guitar.” I gestured toward the one that had started to collect dust in the living room, and her eyes widened.
“Really?”
“I don’t know. I just like the sound of it.”
Other than the dreams of Kiera that kept me up at night, I had slept harder and longer than I had in years. It was as if her bringing music to these walls, to this space, had made it easier for me to breathe. Or I was thinking too hard.
Kiera didn’t say anything, except open up the nearest cabinet, close it, and then open up the next one.
“What are you looking for?”
“Bowls. So we can heat up some chili.”
“I’ll get it set. You go sit down.”
“Don’t like me in your kitchen?” she asked me.
“No.” I liked her in my kitchen. I liked her in this house. That was the problem. “But it’s just faster this way.”
She tilted her head, studying me, before she moved to the living room.
I turned on the TV since the remote was on the counter by my hand, and the sound of the latest hockey game filled the room.
We were in the playoffs now, and things were getting intense.
I didn’t do brackets, but I had heard that Callum and Finnian’s brackets had already exploded.
Sterling’s bracket was doing well, and I shook my head at the fact that my youngest brother was so damn good at things like that.
I heated the chili on the stove, got two bowls and a bag of chips.
I set everything out on the coffee table and sank next to Kiera. She had the guitar on her lap, sitting cross-legged and strumming along.
“What song is that?”
“I’m not sure. Just a melody I’ve been thinking of. But let’s watch the game.” She set the guitar down, and I handed her a silicone heating pad and a hot bowl of chili. “So you don’t burn yourself.”
“You think of everything.”
“No, Teagan does. She’s the one who made sure I had things in the house. Without her, I’d probably only have one fork.”
She snorted before taking a bite of the chili. “This is delicious.”
“I’d asked Tess for the recipe, but I can’t cook that well.”
“Better than me,” she teased.
I shook my head, took a bite of the damn amazing chili, and we watched the end of the first period and got into the second period before I cleaned everything off the table and sank back onto the couch.
I needed to make this stop. Needed to walk away, but I didn’t want to. I could think again when Kiera was around. That was a problem, but one that wasn’t going to end anytime soon.
When Kiera put her arms over her head and stretched, my gaze turned to her, and I couldn’t help but notice the way that her breasts filled out her shirt. She had two little barbells that were clearly evident through the thin cotton, and I swallowed hard.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re going to have a problem.”
My gaze caught hers, and I licked my lips. Her eyes had darkened, her mouth parted, and I shook my head.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”
“As long as I don’t hurt you either,” she whispered.
We were going to hurt each other, break one another into a thousand pieces. This was our crossroads, our moment where there was no way back, and yet, I couldn’t stop.
I leaned forward and took her mouth with mine, and then there was nothing.
She groaned into me, her tongue sliding along the seam of my lips.
I kissed her back, deeply, as my hand went to the back of her neck, tilting her head up for a better angle.
This was a hard way to sit with her on one knee, me leaning over, so I pulled her by her hip and tugged her onto my lap.
She let out a little squeak before straddling me.
“There you are,” I teased, and I reached the back of her neck again and pulled her down to me.
She tasted of chili and spice and Kiera. I hadn’t kissed a woman in years, hadn’t felt a woman. Hadn’t wanted one. At this moment, I could only think of her. My hands slid up the back of her shirt along bare skin, and I moved her closer, her breasts pressing against the top of my chest.
“Bodhi,” she whispered.
My name on her lips nearly undid me, and I lifted my hips, my cock hard, pressing against the seam of my jeans.
She rocked her hips, rubbing against me, and the heat nearly made me come in my pants like a damn teenager.
She leaned back then, her mouth swollen, before she put her hands at the bottom of her shirt and froze.
“Is this okay?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes.” There wasn’t another answer I could give.
She pulled off her shirt then, and I realized at that moment she hadn’t been wearing a fucking bra.
No wonder I had been able to see those bars in her nipples so perfectly. Her breasts fell heavy. Her nipples were large, yet tight in a rose colored bud. But the barbells were a perfect contrast, hard against soft, and I leaned forward and took one into my mouth.
She let out a deep moan, her hand tangling in the back in my hair as she pressed me closer to her breast. I used my other hand to play with her free nipple, and she ground against me, panting.
I let go of her nipple with a pop before kissing between her breasts, up her neck, and biting down gently. She continued to writhe in my hold before I paid attention to her other breast, kissing and sucking, until I could feel the heat and wetness of her through her jeans.
“Bodhi. I’m going to—”
“Do so. Now.”
She rubbed against me harder, rocking as I played with her nipples, and then she was coming, her eyes wide, her entire body flushing.
I took her mouth then, wrapping my arms around her, tipping us both.
She was on her back on the couch, legs spread, and I kneeled between them with one leg, my other foot firmly planted on the floor.
I pulled my shirt off, loving the way that she gasped, before I played with the top seam of her jean shorts.
“More?” I asked.
“I just came from you playing with my nipples while I was practically dry humping you. Yes, please.”
I laughed before undoing the button of her shorts. She tossed her flip-flops off, and I tugged her shorts down along with her panties. When I threw those behind me, I froze, blinking at what I saw.
I knew Kiera had a brow ring, septum ring, and nipple rings, but as I pushed her thighs aside and moved my hand so my thumb could spread her folds, I nearly lost the ability to speak.
“It’s a triangle piercing. You’re going to love it. I promise.”
“I have a barbell at the end of my dick. Is it going to be a problem?” I asked.
Her eyes widened as I met her gaze. “You are such a fucking surprise. It’s not going to be a problem.”
I lifted her up so her pussy was closer to my face and breathed cool air over her.
“Bodhi!” she called out, practically leaning on her forearms at this point.
“I’m going to have to practice eating you out with these types of piercings.
I need to explore.” I licked at the top piercing, loving the way that her clit swelled, before exploring.
I loved eating a woman out. I loved the taste, the way that we were in control, even if she thought she was.
I loved making sure that the woman in my arms would come, feel safe, and be ready for when I put my cock deep in between those folds.
I shifted again so she lay flat on her back, before I spread two fingers and slid my middle finger deep inside. She gasped, and I worked my way in and out of her, her cunt so damn tight.
“I’m going to hurt you if I don’t stretch you out first.”
“That sounds like a threat and a promise all rolled into an amazing one.”
“You say the weirdest fucking things,” I said with a laugh.
I was laughing. I was having sex with Kiera and laughing.
I’d need to fall into a pit of hell or despair or whatever crisis followed me later.
I pushed the thoughts through my mind, knowing the darkness would have to wait, before I slid another finger into her and curled my fingers.
Her juices soaked my hand, her cunt wet and slick, and when she came again, I leaned down, tasting and sucking every ounce of the orgasm. I leaned back again and stood up.
Kiera moved to sit on the couch and reached for my jeans.
My hands shook, but Kiera’s didn’t. Instead, with the steadiness that eased whatever ills I had in that moment, she undid the button and gently pulled down the zipper.
She reached under the flap and pulled out my cock, her eyes widening at her first glance.
When she circled the base of my dick, her fingers didn’t touch, and she licked her lips, her eyes wide.
“As much as I want you to wrap those lips around the tip of my cock, I won’t last.” I paused, trying to find the control I’d been so fucking proud of these past years. Where had it gone? “It’s been a long time.”
Kiera’s eyes softened, and I hated killing the mood. But instead, she moved her hand away from my cock and slithered her hands gently over the burn scars on either side of my hips.
“Then just take me, Bodhi. We can go as slow as you want.”
Shaking, I toed off my shoes and slid down my jeans and boxer briefs. Standing naked before Kiera in this manner felt far barer than in any moment I had been in my life. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. I wasn’t good at this.
Kiera was the strong one in this moment. When she stood up and pushed at my shoulders, I let out the deep breath that had threatened my sanity.
“Sit down. Let me take care of you.”
I looked up at her, my hands trembling. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She pulled the condom out of the box and opened the wrapper, before moving to stand between my legs.
“You can’t. Not like this.” Then she slid the condom over my length, and my head fell back against the couch, a groan escaping my lips.
“I’ve got you.” She straddled me, and I met her gaze.
I put one hand on her hip, the other on the base of my cock, and guided her cunt to the tip.
Then she rocked her hips, and slowly, oh so slowly, slid down my length.
So damn tight, and I could barely breathe.
It took her a few moments, taking in deep breaths, before she was finally seated, and I had to count to ten because I was so afraid I was going to come. “Bodhi. My God. I’m just so full.”
“I’ve got you.” Repeating her words nearly made me burst.
She had been able to get us this far, and now it was my turn. She lay against me, her shoulders shaking, as I lifted her up by the hips and slid her back down. I looked between us, watching the way her cunt swallowed my cock, and I shifted, knowing I wasn’t going to last long.
I knew it was probably too deep in this position, so I rolled her to the side, so she was on her back, and I was in between her legs again. My couch wasn’t that big, but we would make this work.
“Bodhi,” she panted.
“Take me. All of me.” I moved slowly then, taking her in, taking everything. She met me thrust for thrust, motion for motion. And when she came again, her pussy clamping around my cock, I came, filling the condom, and some part of me was sad that I wasn’t filling her.
I buried my face against her neck, shaking, not able to even fucking breathe.
And then it was over, and both of us were lying there, sweat slick, and my cock still mostly hard deep inside her.
“Thank you.” Soft words. All heart. All heat.
I looked at her, unable to catch my breath for a moment. “Thank you.” I kissed her cheek, knowing I was going to hurt her. I was going to break her. I slid out of her, noticing the way that she winced.
I stood up, took care of the condom, and got her a wet washcloth.
I gently cleaned her before I pulled on my jeans and didn’t say a word.
Somebody scored the winning goal behind us, and I wasn’t paying attention.
Instead, I walked to the back of the house, to my bedroom, into my shower.
I turned on the spray, not caring if it was hot or cold, and stood there in my jeans, body shaking.
Tears slid down my cheeks. I hadn’t even realized they were there.
I hadn’t broken my vows. I knew that. Courtney was gone.
That wasn’t a lie. I wasn’t cheating. I knew that.
I loved my wife. I would always love her.
But being with Kiera in that moment was not Courtney.
And I was good with that. I was happy with that.
And that was why I needed to breathe.
Footsteps padded behind me, and then Kiera was there, wearing her shirt and shorts, and she wrapped her arms around me. I held her close, needing her scent even in the shower, and finally let out the deep breath I hadn’t been aware I was holding.
“I’ve got you.” A repeat of words, yet a new meaning. “It’s okay.”
“I know,” I said, knowing it was the truth. Because Kiera was here. And she held me, letting me break.
Finally.