Chapter Seven
Kiera
Starting over is going pretty damn well so far.
It’s been two weeks of paradise here in Sunset Springs. Besides a few hours here or there, mostly hanging out with Maribel from the front desk, who has become my new best friend, I have been with Killian just about every moment.
That list I started on the plane is full of scratches, new to-dos, and notes about all the things we’ve done together. For our first date, he took me out on a boat where we danced under the moonlight, got a little tipsy on terrible wine coolers, and went skinny dipping for the second time.
We’ve gone wind sailing, snorkeling, and he even took me on an airboat through some of the prettiest grasslands I have ever seen. One night, he took me to a salsa club where we danced until dawn. I am having the time of my life, just as he promised. I go to bed wrapped up in his big, strong arms, and wake up with him still holding me.
“You’re beautiful in the morning,” he whispers as we lie in the warmth of sunrise.
We slept under the stars last night, camped out in a meadow a few miles from town. After hot dogs and s’mores cooked by a fire, it took us way too long to get going, we stripped down and crawled into a sleeping bag for two. It was my first time camping, and it was perfect—and crossed off another to-do.
I am crossing one important to-do off the list today.
“Morning, handsome,” I whisper back, snuggling against his warmth as I trace the tattoos spreading down his arm.
“We have anything on our to-do list today, babe?”
Lying there with him, I feel closer to him than I have anyone else in my life. He is afraid of us crossing a line we can’t come back from. I can’t wait to cross that line. Killian thinks he has me for the summer. But the truth is—he has me for as long as he wants me because I cannot bear the thought of leaving him.
Without answering, I slide over his big body, yanking down the zipper of the sleeping bag. Straddling him in the warm sunshine, I nod as I circle my hips. Between my thighs he grows big, hard, the press of his cock against my sex sending pulsing pleasure through me. Oh, yes, we have a to-do today—we’re making love right here and right now.
Beneath me, he lets out a quiet growl, his hands coming to cup my hips. He tries to stop me from moving, but he doesn’t try very hard. Reaching between us, I grasp his thickness in my hands, watching his eyes, how they darken for me, how hot they get. When he looks at me this way, it makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. I have never felt as sensual, as sexy as I do when he touches me or lets me touch him—and still I want more.
“Jesus, you’re so beautiful like this,” he husks, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his fingers plucking at the budded nipples. It sends jolts of pleasure right to my clit and I cry out, rubbing his shaft between my wet folds.
“Don’t make me stop. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I plead as he sits up, banding an arm across my back.
“Don’t stop,” he husks against my throat as I rock against him. “No more waiting. No more being a good guy. Take me inside, Kiera.”
Whimpering, I push his swollen crown to my wet entrance, moaning as he fills me. Dipping my head, I cradle his face as I cover his mouth with mine. He tastes sweet like the marshmallows and chocolate we had last night. His big hands grip my hips as I start to slide down slowly, the pleasure-pain of him stretching me, making me gasp as I take him as deep as I can.
“Oh, yes,” I whimper, settling on his lap as he fills me.
“Ah, hell,” he grunts against my throat, fingers digging into my skin as I bounce a little, chasing friction, the push-pull of him stroking in and out of me. “You fit me so good. Look at me, Kiera. Need to see your eyes, baby.”
Sitting back, I hold his gaze as I start to move. I go slow at first, pushing until his crown rubs at my clit, then dropping, the slow drag delicious. I speed up, moving faster, rocking forward and back, taking him deeper and deeper.
It is even better than I imagined it. And I have imagined him inside me at least a hundred different ways. I am so full, so tethered to him, so locked in the moment of becoming one with him. It is perfect, the quiet field, the warm sunshine, the smell of earth, his hard body pressed against me as I move.
“Yes,” I pant as I rock faster, chasing the pleasure that flickers to life inside of me once he touches me. “Yes, yes, Killian, please,” I plead, throwing my head back as I bounce faster. Now the air is harsh with our sounds, with the smack of my backside against his thighs, his rough breathing.
“That’s it, fuck, that’s it, baby. Ride my cock, Kiera. Fucking beautiful. Come on my cock, let me feel you choke me with this tight pussy.”
“Yes! I’m coming. Oh...oh, yes!” I scream, throwing my head back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes down on me.
Before it ends, he takes over, sitting up to pin me beneath him. I gasp as he pushes my thighs back and pounds into me with a savageness that is so hot, a second orgasm working its way through me. His eyes are dark, almost black, his body coiling tight as he thrusts and thrusts, grunting as my pussy flutters around his cock. I want him to come; I need it, I crave it.
“Come inside me,” I plead with a gasp. “Come inside me, Killian.”
“Hell, yes, I’m coming. Going to fill your little pussy up, baby. Jesus, take every fucking drop of me. It’s fucking yours. Ah, fuck, Kiera!”
His hips pump a few more times, but he goes off, jerking inside of me as he comes. It is hot as it spills out of me, soaking my thighs. I want to be sticky with him, just the way I love how he marks my skin anytime he has a chance to. It’s a stamp of ownership, of how I belong to him. And I definitely do.
Rolling off me, he lies beside me in the grass where we set up camp. Reaching out, he takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. Staying connected to me anyway he can. It makes me smile. Makes my heart swell with affection. An affection that swells, grows, and fills me up a little more each day.
“That was...” I whisper before I realize I don’t have words for it.
“Yeah, it was,” he responds as we struggle to catch our breath.
Turning towards him, I cuddle up at his side, trying to find the words I want him to hear. The right ones. Ones that will tell him how huge this was for me. How good it was, how it was everything I hoped it would be. Would he even believe me if I tell him it was the sweetest sex I have ever had? Is that something he would want to hear?
Before I can figure out what to say—or if I should say anything—he moves. Wordlessly he gathers our things, packing them into the jeep. Sitting up, I tug the thin blanket he left me with around me. I am unsure what to say for different reasons now. What is wrong? What is happening right now?
“Is... i-is something wrong?”
Killian stops, his body tensing before he turns to me, shaking his head. But there is something storming in his eyes. Standing, I let the blanket drop at my feet, ignoring that he pulled on sweats. Going to him, I press close, reaching up to cradle his face in my hands. He does not pull away, but there is still distance between us I hate.
“No, baby. Nothing is wrong. I just...that was...just now it was...it was everything and I can’t even...I don’t know how to say or show or...”
Nodding at him, I press gentle fingers to his lips. Sighing, I press close, and he wraps his arms around me. I pull him close, pushing up on my bare feet to press my lips to his. All that tension, all that question and confusion, it melts from him all at once.
Bending a little, he scoops me up the way he has a hundred times before. It feels different. Desperation is in his touch as he stalks to the jeep, setting me on the high fender. Stepping back, he pushes at his sweats, and I reach between us to wrap my fingers around his cock. He hisses and dips his head, spitting on the thick, velvety hardness, then spitting on my bare pussy.
Grabbing me roughly, he lifts me with his forearms beneath my knees, and then drives up into me in one swift move. I cry out as he fills me, still tender from our lovemaking moments ago. Pinning me against the jeep, he pounds into me, sinking his teeth into my shoulder as he fucks me hard.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, my body shaking against the jeep. “Don’t stop, take...take what you need. Take it, baby. It’s yours, I am yours.”
“Fuck. Say it again. I need to hear it, I need to know. Say the words.”
“I belong to you, Killian. I swear, I do,” I promise against his lips before he growls and kisses me hard, deep, fighting for control of the kiss.
I am slammed against the jeep as he pulls out of me, spinning me. Pushing me over the hood, he grabs me hard and slams into me from behind. I claw at the metal beneath me as I am rocked against it, his thrusts savage, wild. Bending over me, he whispers against my neck as he pumps harder and harder into me.
“Mine. All fucking mine,” he hisses, grabbing my shoulder to pin me down. “You belong to me, Kiera. Like I belong to you. Nothing will change that.”
“No, no, nothing can change it, baby. I belong to you, Killian.”
Roaring, he comes hard, biting at my shoulder as he pins me down to take every rope he jerks inside of me. I take it. I want it. I want him to use me, to take me, claim me, leave those marks on my skin, fill me with his cum, whatever he needs to know what I just swore is the absolute truth.
I belong to him—and nothing can change that, even if I try.