Abby #2
With leggings, an old sweatshirt, and fuzzy socks on, I make my way out to the living room. Kane looks sinful, perched on the edge of the couch with his elbows resting against his legs as he scrolls through a streaming app, trying to find a movie.
“Here,” I say, handing him a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. “They’re Mav’s dad’s. He left them here the last time Mav was sick, and he stayed over. I think they’ll fit you.”
“Thanks.” His hand slides across mine, and I have no idea how I’m going to behave during an entire movie.
I expect him to go into the bathroom to change, but he seems to have other plans. I just stand there, dumbstruck, as he strips down to a pair of too-tight briefs.
Scratch that. They are not too tight. They are fucking perfection.
I was spot on with his muscles. Every inch of him is toned. His left arm is almost completely covered in a full sleeve of tattoos.
The only thing I can make out from here is the lion sprawled across the upper part of his arm and shoulder.
You know when people ask what the male equivalent of lingerie is? Well, I know the answer. Thigh tattoos. Motherfucking thigh tattoos.
Kane’s right thigh is covered in a series of geometric designs that are woven together in an intricate pattern.
I have restraint but nowhere near this level. I’m not that strong. If someone took all the dirty fantasies rolling around in my brain and shoved them into one man, that man would be standing in front of me right now.
“You okay over there?”
My eyes jerk up from where they were ogling his tattoos. Yes, just his tattoos. I wasn’t looking at his barely concealed dick at all.
“Fine,” I rasp out, blinking a few times to focus on his face.
He holds it in for a second, but a surprising laugh bursts out of him. It takes me so off guard that I can’t help but join in.
I quickly mourn the loss of his beautiful body as he slides into the clothes I brought him. Just as I suspected, they fit him just fine. Cole would probably give me crap about this if he ever found out, but I couldn’t give two shits.
We settle onto the couch, me tucked in close to his side. “I really like you, Abby,” he says, wrapping his arm around me.
I peek up at him. “I like you, too.”
My head rests on his chest as we watch the movie he picked. I honestly have no idea what it is, but I don’t really care. With his strong arm holding me flush against his side, I’m more content than I have been in far too long.
It takes me a minute to piece together where I am as consciousness starts to slowly seep back in.
Couch.
Movie.
Kane… Kane.
My head turns to look up at the man I’m still cuddled up with. His head is resting on the back of the couch with his eyes closed and his arm casually wrapped around me.
I guess we both fell asleep during the movie.
I move the slightest bit to change the angle my neck is resting on his chest, and his arms tighten around me. “No,” he growls sleepily.
He hasn’t moved an inch besides his arm that is holding me a little firmer now. His eyes are still closed, long lashes resting on his cheek.
“Not leaving.”
He sounds like a grumpy caveman, and I don’t hate it. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good,” he grumbles, then in the next breath, I’m being hoisted up and situated on his lap. My knees are on either side of his hips as I straddle him. “Because I want you to be mine in an entirely different way now.”
I’m feeling a little whiplashed, but all my brain can muster is a resounding fuck yes.
I lean in, crushing my mouth to his. His hands skim up my thighs and under my sweatshirt. Goosebumps pebble my skin as his hands ghost up my back.
“No bra?” he asks, not breaking the kiss for more than a second.
“No.”
“Fuck.” He grips the bottom of the shirt, pulling it off me in one fluid motion. His eyes zero in on my breasts.
One of his fingers trails a line between them, then his mouth is on me. He nips and sucks at the sensitive flesh until I’m grinding against him, chasing relief from the tension building inside me.
“Kane,” I plead with my head thrown back.
“You need more, sweetheart?”
I bring my head back down to look at him. “Yes… please.”
“Bedroom?”
“I thought that’s what you were going to say earlier.”
His head tilts to the side, and he gives me a knowing look. “Are you complaining about the way the night is going?”
“Hell no.”
He stands from the couch with me wrapped around him. “That’s what I thought.” His footsteps echo through the hall as he makes his way to my room.
He lays me on the bed, then quickly strips out of his clothes. Not wanting to wait any longer, I awkwardly kick off my socks and leggings.
Kane and I lock eyes with our thumbs hooked into our underwear. With some unspoken countdown, we slide them off in unison.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of his cock. I saw it through his briefs and felt it beneath me on the couch, but nothing prepared me for the real thing.
If there is such a thing as a perfect cock, it would probably be his.
Then he’s on his stomach, pressing my thighs further apart. His breath ghosts across sensitive skin, delicious shivers of anticipation rolling through me.
The first swipe of his tongue threatens to send me jolting off the bed. It’s almost criminal how quickly he works me to the edge.
“Kane,” I breathe out between desperate gasps for air.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he says, pulling back ever so slightly.
“I’m so close,” I whimper.
“Good… I want you to come all over my mouth.”
I barely have time to process the effect of his crude words before his mouth is back on me. There’s no stopping him now. He is bound and determined to make me come… and come I do.
I grip onto his hair to the point that it must be painful. I moan loudly, letting the blissful feeling wash over every inch of me.
He stays nestled between my legs as I slowly fall from the peak of my orgasm, peppering gentle kisses along my inner thighs.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” he says, looking up at me reverently.
I would probably blush, but my cheeks are already flushed from the intense orgasm I just experienced. My hand flops over my face as I laugh quietly.
“Mmm,” I mumble because my brain is still not completely online yet. I peek at him through my fingers, seeing him move to stand beside the bed.
“Death by orgasm?” he asks with a smirk.
I laugh again. “Pretty much.”
My eyes dart around in confusion when he disappears from my room, but my worries settle a moment later when he comes back in with his discarded jeans in hand.
There’s still a smile on his face as he retrieves a condom from his wallet and slides it over his impressive length.
“Eager?” I ask, quirking a brow.
“For you?” His eyes rake over the entirety of my body. “Fuck yes.”
I lay back on the pillow, motioning him forward with my finger. “Come here.”
He crawls up the length of the bed and over me in the perfect imitation of the animal on his arm. I’ve never wanted to be prey before, but now I am very much a willing participant.
His weight settles over me in the most delicious way as he kisses me. I tilt my hips, and his cock is right there.
I grind my hips into him, my clit sliding along the length of his cock. A full body shiver moves through me from the simple contact alone.
Fuck. I want him. Now.
He must sense my desperation because he moves down ever so slightly until the head of his cock is at my entrance. He stares at me for confirmation that this is what I want.
I give him a small nod, and he slides in.
The air that escapes from my lungs is a ragged exhale when I feel him bottom out inside of me. “Fuck,” he breathes, burying his face in my neck as I adjust to the feeling of his cock stretching me.
His hot breath on my neck turns to tender kisses as he slowly starts to move. His lips find mine again, our bodies moving together like we’ve done this a hundred times before.
Every move we make seems to be part of a perfectly choreographed routine. I’ve never felt this in sync with anyone. It’s as unsettling as it is exhilarating.
I feel him everywhere. Fingers in my hair. Lips caressing mine. A hand gripping my hip. The friction against my clit with each thrust.
His cock hitting the perfect spot inside of me that’s threatening to make my entire body explode like a firework display on the Fourth of July.
My own hands slide over every part of him I can reach. I’m greedy to take in all of him.
Our breaths become more labored as we climb together.
“Fuck, Abby,” he groans. “I’m going to come.”
“Me too.”
“I know.”
I let out a small laugh with my next breath. This man.
The hand on my hip slides between us, rubbing circles over my clit. It only takes a few strokes, and I’m holding my breath at the precipice.
“Let go.”
I do, feeling the waves of euphoria roll through my tensed muscles. I finally release the breath I had been holding. Kane snakes both of his arms under me, holding me tight as his own orgasm hits him.
He rests his head on my shoulder, and the last tiny flutters of pleasure cause both of our bodies to twitch. We lay there in silence as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
“Abby?”
“Hmm?” I ask because I don’t have access to the words in my brain yet.
“Holy shit.”
“Pretty much.”
We both chuckle softly, still wrapped around each other. I’ve had good sex before, but apparently never great.
Kane just upended everything I thought I knew about my sex life. I want to say it’s all because of his incredible skill, but it isn’t. I’m not that naive.
Kane knows what the hell he’s doing, but that was beyond words incredible because of the connection we somehow forged in this one single night.
A part of me wants to analyze why that happened, but a bigger part wants to just enjoy it for as long as it lasts.
With a gentle kiss to my neck, he finally pulls away. He deposits the condom in the trash and pulls his clothes back on. I can’t find my leggings, so I just slide on my sweatshirt, socks, and panties.
I stand at the edge of the bed, not knowing what he’s going to do next. I really don’t want him to leave, but he might. And there’s nothing I can do to stop him.
“Get in bed, Abby. If you think I’m sleeping anywhere but beside you, you’re delusional.”
“I’m not delusional.”
He holds the blanket up, inviting me under. “Then get in.”
I’m smiling as I curl up next to him. “Why didn’t we just come in here to cuddle earlier? This is way fucking easier than the couch.”
His chest shakes with laughter under my cheek. He runs a hand over my messy hair. A kiss is pressed to the top of my head. “Good night, sweetheart.”
“Night, Kane.”
I’m trying to fight back the tears that so desperately want to fall. The sun rose several hours ago, and now it’s time for Kane to leave.
I made him throw on Cole’s sweatshirt over his shirt, layering it under his coat for a little extra warmth on his ride home. I’ll deal with Cole’s wrath later, if he even notices it’s gone in the first place.
He digs into one of the pockets in his coat, pulling out a plain metal band.
“Are you proposing to me?” I ask, fluttering my eyelashes at him.
He gives me a sad smile. “No, but I want you to have this. I found it a few years ago. For some reason, it felt special.”
He picks up my hand, eyeing my fingers. The ring is bigger than most of them, so he slides it on my thumb. It’s a perfect fit.
“I knew it was special because I was supposed to give it to you, and you, sweetheart, are very special.”
“Fuck,” I groan, swatting his chest and swiping at the few tears that fall at his words.
“I know this can’t go any further than this,” he says quietly.
As much as we might want to explore what this could be, there are too many obstacles in our way, the biggest being the distance between us and what that would mean for our sons.
He takes a deep breath before continuing. “But I’m glad I wound up in Aspen Springs last night.”
I wrap my arms around him, burying my face against his chest as a few more tears fall. I can’t help it. I don’t want this man to leave.
With his hands on either side of my face, he kisses me deeply one last time. Then he walks out of my house and back toward the bar.
My fists clench at my sides as I fight the urge to sprint after him. I stand in the open doorway long after he disappears around the corner with one final wave. Only when I realize how cold I am do I close the door.
I wander back to my bed, snuggling into the pillow he slept on last night. Traces of amber hit my nose. I close my eyes, letting myself grieve what will never be.