Chapter 12
TWELVE
KANE
“Iwish you didn’t have to leave.” Jessica watches me get dressed, propped on her elbow in bed as I button my jeans.
“Trust me, I’d love nothing more than to stay here with you, but your brother will wake up soon.”
“He’s not home. He left late last night.” She lowers the quilt, and my movements stop. “Come back to bed.”
When she slides her hand lower to touch herself, a breath catches in my throat, and she smiles as if she’s fully aware of the effect she has on me.
It’s really not fair. The quilt stops at her hips, and while her hand isn’t visible beneath it, I can see her nipples harden as her breathing quickens, and I think my brain is about to short-circuit.
“Don’t you want to touch me?” she asks. The quilt shifts where she’s touching herself, and I stare at that spot like a lovesick puppy, but I know I need to get out of here before my father wakes up and wonders where I am.
Screw it.
I grab her ankles and yank her to the edge of the bed. She squeaks, but the sound soon morphs into a moan when I drag my tongue through her soaked slit.
I can taste myself on her, and it makes me even more feral to know she’s branded.
There’s no heaven better than this. Not only does she squeal when I nibble her clit, but she cries my name when I suck her pussy lips into my mouth.
To say she turns me on is an understatement. My cock is hard and leaking, and every plea that spills from her lips makes me tremble and ache.
“God, Kane. Oh fuck!”
I lick, nibble, and suck.
As my fingers join in and slip inside her without resistance, I circle her clit with my tongue.
Jessica’s spine arches as she twists the sheets, and I turn my head to sink my teeth into her thigh.
She bruises so prettily.
“Kane, please—”
She lifts her head to watch me eat her out, and I keep eye contact as I suck the juices from her before feasting on her swollen clit. I’ve never known anyone to taste so sweet.
It does something brutal to me, something territorial and dangerous.
I can’t get enough. She’s my beautiful ruin.
Her choppy breaths come faster and her whole body begins to quiver. The pleasure soon becomes too much, and she traps my head between her soft thighs. I slip my fingers out of her pussy and wrench her legs apart, forcing her open so I can tongue her through her climax.
I want all of it. The flush on her skin. The tremble in her thighs. My name on her lips. I want nothing less than to make a wrecked, beautiful mess of her.
Every muscle in her body locks tight as she finally falls over the edge with a sharp cry.
I keep her thighs pinned to the mattress, sucking hard on her tender clit as a satisfied growl rumbles out of me at the feel of her coming on my mouth.
She’s delicious.
Once she’s floated back down, I sit on the edge of the mattress to pull on my socks. My mouth is still slick with her cum, and I trail my tongue over my bottom lip to taste her.
Jessica looks at me, cheeks rosy. “You have to leave, don’t you?”
I pause to look at her.
Hair mussed.
Smudged mascara.
Pale, full breasts with peaked nipples that beg to be sucked.“I do,” I confirm, adjusting my straining erection. “I don’t want to.”
She’s silent for a beat, then, “Kane?”
“Hmm?” I bend to pull on my other sock.
“It was Cash that night, wasn’t it? With that girl?”
I pause, the muscles tensing in my back. “Yeah, it was.”
In the silence that follows, I hear a shower running somewhere.
Jessica sits up and pulls the quilt to her chest. “Why didn’t you say something? Why let me believe it was you?”
I turn my head over my shoulder to look at her. Part of me wants to tell her everything, to lay it all out. But I can’t. “Will you trust me if I say I was protecting you?”
She nibbles her lip, then nods softly. “Okay.”
I crawl up the bed and capture her mouth with mine, and she melts into the kiss. “I won’t hurt you again,” I whisper once we break apart, pressing my forehead to hers. “Never again.”
“You promise?” The vulnerability in her voice makes my throat tighten, like a hand closing around it.
“I promise.” She watches me as I reach for my shirt on the floor and put it on. I start buttoning it up when she asks, “Does it have something to do with the silver car that’s been following me everywhere?”
A sliver of fear runs down my spine at the mention of my father’s men. “Yeah…”
They’re parked down the street. I saw them last night.
Luckily, one of them was asleep, and the other was eating a burger while watching lesbian porn on his tablet.
It wasn’t exactly hard to slip by unnoticed, though it’ll be more challenging now in the morning light.
The chances of both being asleep at this hour aren’t high.
Plus, I don’t exactly blend in with this outfit.
“Am I in danger?” Jessica asks.
“Yes. If they see us together.” I won’t lie to her. Not about this.
“Kane,” she says, sliding out of bed with the sheet wrapped around her, “you don’t have to worry about me. I’m from the Falls. We’re survivors.” There’s a lightness in her tone. She’s trying to ease the tension radiating from me.
“I need to leave,” I say, then pull her close. If only I could take her with me. Keep her safe.
I bury my nose in her hair so I can breathe her in one last time. “If they approach you, run!”
And then I cup her face to show her I’m serious about this. “Whatever happens, you call me. I’ll find you.”
When she stays silent, I gently nudge her and say, “Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” We kiss, and I taste her upper lip then the soft flesh of her lower one. “I will always find you.”