Chapter 9
Killian
Peeking back into the living room, I found Lena asleep. She had curled up in front of the fire I’d built for us.
She was here. In my cabin, wearing my old clothes that seemed to dwarf her curvy body.
Here exactly where she belonged.
The chicken was sizzling in the pan, filling the space with the smell of garlic and herbs brought me back to the task at hand.
I'd learned to cook out of necessity when I moved up here, but watching Lena's reaction earlier to the hot chocolate, like it was the best thing she'd ever tasted made me want to feed her everything.
Keep her fed.
Keep her warm.
Keep her here.
Keep her.
Never ever let her go.
“You’re obsessed,” I whispered so low I barely heard my own voice.
My phone buzzed on the counter. Another weather alert. The storm was going to last through tomorrow, possibly longer. Roads would be impassable.
Perfect.
I poured marinara over the chicken, added mozzarella, and slid it into the oven. Then I moved back to the living room, stood there watching her sleep.
Her face was soft. Peaceful. Unguarded in a way she never was when she was awake.
She had no idea what I'd done to get her here.
The car battery I'd disconnected. The tree I'd cut down myself and dragged across the road.
Every move calculated.
Every step planned.
Everything had been thought out to get to a moment like this.
And she'd walked right into it.
"Killian?"
Her eyes fluttered open, and I realized I'd been standing there staring at her for God knows how long.
"Sorry," I said, not sorry at all. "Didn't mean to wake you."
"How long was I out?" She sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Twenty minutes. Dinner's almost ready."
She stretched, and my t-shirt rode up, exposing a sliver of her stomach. My hands itched to touch that skin. To see if it was as soft as it looked.
"Smells amazing," she said, getting to her feet.
"Come sit at the counter. Keep me company."
She padded over, still wrapped in one of my plaid blankets, and climbed onto a bar stool. I went back to the stove, checked the garlic bread I had warming.
"You really know your way around a kitchen," Lena said.
"Living alone, you learn." I plated the chicken parm, added pasta, set it in front of her. "Or you survive on tea and toast."
She laughed at that, and the sound did something to my chest.
I loved making her laugh, loved the way it pierced through my rib cage and flooded my veins.
Sitting down beside Lena, our knees brushed against one another and immediately I became hard. Something primal roared inside of me, demanding that I find a way inside of her body. That I find a way to fuck her.
To claim her.
"This looks incredible," she said, twirling pasta on her fork.
I watched her take the first bite. Watched her eyes close. Watched a small sound of pleasure escape her lips that went straight to my dick again. Goddamn it, I wanted to bend her over the counter and slam into her.
"Good?" I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.
"So good." She opened her eyes, caught me staring. "What?"
"Nothing. Just like watching you enjoy something I made."
Her cheeks flushed. She knew exactly what I meant.
"You're staring again," she said softly.
"Can't help it."
We ate in silence for a moment, but the air between us was thick. Heavy.
Charged.
At some point, my hand slid beneath the edge of the blanket and settled on the warm cotton sweats covering her legs. I felt her tense for just a second and then she relaxed under my touch. The corners of her mouth eased into a smile as she took another bite of the food.
Instead of pushing me away, I felt her legs slowly open, inviting me in.
She didn't push me away.
Instead, she took another bite of food, and I felt her legs shift slightly. Opening.
Inviting.
"Lena," I said, my thumb stroking slow circles against the sweatpants. "Tell me something."
"What?" Her voice was breathless.
"Are you wet right now?"
She nearly choked on her pasta. "Killian…"
"Because I think you are." I leaned closer, my hand sliding higher. "I think watching me cook for you turned you on. I think sitting here in my clothes, in my cabin, knowing you're stuck here with me, it's doing something to you."
"That's…" She couldn't finish the sentence.
Because I was right.
"Tell me I'm wrong. And I’ll back off."
Silence.
Her chest was heaving. Her pupils blown wide.
I moved my hand higher, between her thighs, and felt the heat radiating through the fabric. Lena’s breath caught as I pressed into her core hard, and slowly she ground herself against my fingers.
Our eyes locked, hers had grown a little wider and her lips parted as a small moan escaped.
"You're not saying no," I murmured.
"I should," she sounded out of breath.
"But you won't."
God the look in her eyes…what was it?
Desperation.
Surrender.
"What are you doing to me?" she whispered.
"Taking care of you." My hand pressed harder, and she gasped. "Isn't that what you wanted? Someone to take care of you?"
"Yes…"
"Then let me."
I pulled her off the barstool and into my lap, her legs straddling mine. She was trembling, but not from cold.
From want.
My hands gripped her hips, and I ground her down against me, letting her feel exactly how hard I was.
"Killian, oh God…"
I nipped at the side of her neck gently."Say yes."
"Yes."
She swallowed in some air as if she were underwater and drowning. “Yes.”
My mouth crashed against hers, finally. She tasted like the hearty marinara sauce I used in the meal, and desire.
I wanted to swallow up her very essence.
With ease, my tongue swept over her lips and entered her mouth, and she returned the fervor.
Lena’s fingers began to thread themselves through my hair.
“Fuck,” I groaned breaking the kiss, my dick straining against the fabric of my pants wanting to be free.
I pulled my shirt from over Lena’s body, exposed her breast. They hung like fruit ripe on a vine.
Her nipples were hard even in the warm air, and I did what any man with a pulse would’ve done.
I eased down and took one of the nipples into my mouth while palming the other.
Lena’s breathing became music to my ears as she arched into my touch grinding herself against me.
A growl tore out of my mouth, “Bedroom.”
There was no protest as I stood and lifted her, with her legs automatically going around my waist.
I carried her all the way down the hallway, my hands rooming over ever inch I could find. She was kissing me deeply, making my skin prickle with anticipation.
The bedroom was dark, only slivers of gray light coming in from outside. With ease, I laid Lena down on the bed and stood back up, pulling the shirt from my body.
Her eyes watched my every movement, and widened further as I began to unbutton my jeans.
“Christ,” she bit out, sounding out of breath the second my dick flew out of my pants.
I liked her reaction, wanted to hear her say it again. I liked having her eyes on me and me only.
Crawling over her body, I settled in between her thighs that were thick and begging to be gripped by hands. The sweatpants slid from her body like butter and then there was nothing separating us but space and opportunity.
“Tell me you want this,” I whispered my head already lowering, my mouth watering ready to lick her pussy clean.
She didn’t answer right away, her breaths were coming out shallow. I watched the rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin tank top, and I could feel the heat radiating off her pussy, and the smell of a sweet vanilla like scent rolling off her skin. My dick had never been harder in my life.
“I want it,” the words left her mouth finally in a raspy whisper.
That was all I needed, I hadn’t planned to ask twice. I lowered my face to her center and began tasting her. She was hot and wet, and the sharp sound she made when my tongue began to dance over her clit brought me so much satisfaction.
I wanted to elicit more sounds from her, wanted her bucking under my mouth.
I spread her wider, my fingers digging themselves into the tender flesh of her thighs. Lena’s hips started to move into rhythm with my mouth, grinding to a beat only the two of us could make.
Her fingers wound themselves through my hair, “Oh God, Killian…”
I knew she was close and I could have kept going. Could have kept slow stroking her clit with my tongue. Could have kept slipping into her pussy that was drenched, but alas, I needed to finally give myself what I wanted.
I pulled back, my breath catching in my throat like I'd been punched.
Her thighs trembled against my hips as I positioned myself between them.
She bit her lower lip, leaving teeth marks in the swollen flesh, pupils so wide her eyes looked black in the dim light.
The mattress groaned beneath us as I gripped myself at the base, felt her heat against me, and then resistance, then a slight pop as her pussy took me inch by fucking inch.
Lena was made for all seven and a half inches, and the feel of her wrapped around me made me groan.
So tight.
So perfect.
Slowly, we began to move together despite the fact that I was already, ready to cum like some prepubescent teenager.
“Just like that,” Lena breathed as we built up a new tempo and she began to rake her nails down my back. “Yes, yes…”
Before I knew it, I had buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her.
Did she know that she made me come undone whenever I was near her?
That I had lost my mind because of her.
My muscles began to burn from holding back and then she tightened around me and I became lost in the sensation of her body going rigid.
Lena’s orgasm hit me so hard, it rippled down to my toes and the tips of my fingers.
I let go then, coming undone.
“Fuck, Lennnaaaa….” I screamed her name as if I were praying to the Lord above, burying myself as far in her as I could.
I could feel the cum leaking out of her almost instantly, and my breath came out in puffs.
Gently, I eased myself over to the side and we lay there tangled together, catching our breaths. As her fingers began to trace lazy patterns across my chest, I pulled her close and dropped a kiss on the top of her head.
I experienced something then, for the first time in a long time.
My mind was quiet.
Peaceful.