8. Kane
KANE
The drive back to my cabin up on the ridge is dead quiet, save for the rhythmic rumble of my truck engine and the heavy, electric hum between us.
Marlowe is sitting in my passenger seat, her knees tucked close together, her hands resting in her lap. She’s staring out the window at the towering pines passing by, but I know she isn't looking at the trees. Her breathing is shallow, her full lips parted just a fraction.
Every few seconds, her gaze flickers toward me, trailing over my hands on the steering wheel, down my arms, before she snaps her head back toward the window like she’s been burned.
She thinks she’s being subtle. She isn't.
My blood feels like hot iron sloshing through my veins. My hand shifts on the gear stick, my knuckles brushing against the denim over her thigh. It’s a deliberate accident.
Marlowe lets out a tiny, sharp intake of air. She doesn't pull away. Instead, her leg shifts closer, pressing her soft warmth into my side as I shift into high gear.
"Work day's over, Boss," she murmurs, her voice laced with a thread of teasing tension. "You can stop supervising me so closely."
"Can't," I growl low in my chest, not taking my eyes off the winding dirt road. "Yard's locked up, but you're still under my watch. Non-negotiable."
"Is that a threat, Kane?" She turns to look at me properly now, a spark of her signature, feisty defiance flaring in those light green eyes. But there’s no humor in her smile this time. Just raw, naked desire.
"It's a fact, sweetheart." I reach out, my large hand spanning the back of her neck, my thumb stroking the soft skin right behind her ear. "You don't go anywhere without me."
She shivers under my touch, leaning her head back against the headrest and giving me complete access. "You're possessive," she whispers.
"You have no idea."
I pull the truck into the gravel driveway of my cabin, shutting off the engine before the dust even has a chance to settle. The sudden quiet in the mountains is deafening.
I don't wait. I can't.
Before she can reach for her door handle, I’m out of the cab, striding around the hood, and wrenching the passenger door open. Marlowe blinks up at me, framed by the dark interior of the truck, looking small, luscious, and completely mine.
"Kane—"
I reach in, wrap my arms around her waist, and haul her out of the seat before she can finish the sentence.
She squeals, a breathless laugh escaping her as her feet leave the ground, but her arms automatically lock around my shoulders. Her full, curvy body flattens against mine, her softness melting into the hard slates of my muscles.
"I can walk," she breathes, her green eyes wide and dilated as she stares into mine.
"Don't care."
I kick the truck door shut with my boot and carry her up the wooden steps of the porch.
My hands grip the back of her thighs, digging into her soft flesh, holding her locked against my hips.
I push through the front door, slamming it closed behind us with my shoulder and locking it in one fluid motion.
The house is dark, shadowed by the evening sun dipping behind the peaks, but I don't turn on a single light. I don't need light to find what I want.
I back her up against the log wall near the entryway.
"Kane," she whimpers, her head tilting back against the timber as I crowd her.
I drop my forehead against hers, my breathing heavy, my chest heaving against her breasts. My hands leave her thighs to cup her cheeks, my calloused palms framing her face. I trace the curve of her jaw with my thumbs, feeling the wild, rapid flutter of her pulse.
"You're driving me fucking insane, Marlowe," I growl into her mouth, my lips brushing hers with every word. "All day at the yard, teasing me, looking at me with those big green eyes... I haven't focused on a single goddamn thing since this morning."
"Good," she whispers, a cocky little tilt returning to her lips, though her entire frame is trembling in my hold. "I like breaking your focus."
"You didn't break it. You stole it. You stole everything."
My mouth crashes down on hers.
It’s not soft. It’s a claim. A brutal, desperate, starved kiss that swallows her gasp whole. I part her lips with my tongue, diving deep, tasting the sweet heat of her mouth. She groans, her hands sliding up my neck to grip the hair at the base of my skull, tugging me closer, anchoring me to her.
I can't keep my hands off her.
I drag one hand down her side, mapping the lush swell of her waist, her hips, before shoving her shirt up and digging my fingers into her soft skin.
I’m mindful of her sore ribs, taking my time to circle the spot so she knows I’d never hurt her.
Marlowe is warm and impossibly soft, vibrating against me with every ragged breath.
I pull her closer, grinding my hips into her, letting her feel how hard, rigid, and utterly out of control I am for her.
Marlowe arches her back, a high, needy sound catching in the back of her throat as I drag my mouth down her jaw, biting gently at the sensitive flesh of her neck.
"Kane... please," she pants, her knuckles white where she’s clutching my shirt. “Show me.”
"There are a lot of things I want to show you, sweetheart," I rumble against her skin, my hands sliding down to loop beneath her knees, lifting her until her legs wrap tightly around my waist. "You’ll have to be more specific.”
“Show me what it means to be yours.”
I don’t hesitate. I know exactly what she’s asking for.
I carry my woman down the hall, setting her at the foot of the bed. She grabs the hem of her shirt and starts to lift it up, but I stop her movement. She looks up at me, half annoyed, half questioning, but I just pull her hands away and hold them at her sides.
“Will you let me show you how I’ll cherish you?”
Her breath catches in her throat as she nods her head.
I press my lips to hers, kissing her softly while slipping my hands barely underneath the hem of her shirt.
My fingers play with the waistband of her shorts, dipping inside and caressing her sensitive skin and then pulling away.
Marlowe shudders, but I keep kissing and teasing her, working her up, and letting her know she’s worth me taking the time.
Slowly, I continue my exploration, inching her shirt up higher and higher while I kiss down her neck, lower and lower. Finally, I pull back just enough to slip the fabric over her head, followed by her bra, revealing her perfect breasts. I kiss them, too.
My mouth never leaves her skin as I kneel in front of her, catching the waistband of her jean shorts. I pull it and release, letting it snap against her soft belly. Marlowe inhales sharply and rests her hands on my shoulders to help keep her balance while I strip her shorts off.
All that's left is a scrap of pink cotton covering her hot little pussy. I can see she's already dripping, and fuck if that doesn’t have the beast in me roaring to life. I want to fuck that cunt. I want to shred the offending garment and shove my dick so deep inside she’ll never want anyone else.
I watch the wet spot on her panties grow bigger, and I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and sucking her essence from the fabric.
“Kane!” Marlowe whimpers, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
I grunt and grip her hips, stopping her from squirming. I know I need to pull back to get the last piece of fabric off her, but it feels physically impossible for me to be separated from her even that much.
With a growl, I lean back just enough to rip the panties off her body, then I push her backward, watching her fall onto the bed.
I have my face buried between her legs before her back even hits the mattress.
I need another hit before sinking inside her juicy, wet little cunt for the first time.
My tongue flicks across her clit once, twice, three times, and then Marlowe chokes out a scream as she comes on my tongue.
I don’t back down. I suck her sensitive bundle of nerves in between my lips and lap at her relentlessly, feeling her warm release drip down my stubbled chin. Her thighs snap around my head, but I pry them open, making her take what I give her.
I slide one finger inside her entrance, groaning at her greedy little pussy trying to suck me in deeper. She’s so fucking tight, I’ll need to stretch her out first. I add a second finger, massaging her silky walls while continuing to draw circles over her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Marlowe bows her back off the mattress and claws the back of my head, her pleasure almost too much to contain. Good. I don’t want her to contain it. I want it all.
The pads of my fingers rub against her G-spot, making her entire body twitch and spasm.
Over and over, I tap her sensitive spot while strumming her clit with my tongue.
Marlowe pants and whines and shivers beneath me, but I hold her in place as I wind her up, tighter and tighter, until her muscles tense, her back stretches, and her mouth opens in a silent scream.
I scrape my teeth across her swollen clit and watch her orgasm ruin her completely. She tries to twist away from me, but I lay my arm over her lower belly and drink down her sweet cum. Only when I feel her start to relax do I tear my mouth away from her.
I place a kiss on one thigh, and then the other, before trailing my lips up her body, licking away the sweat where it pools on her supple skin. When I finally reach her tits, I rub my fingers over her hard nipples, coating them with her own juices.
I pause briefly, just long enough to take in the sight before me. Marlowe’s lips are parted slightly, her eyes are closed, and her brow is furrowed as if she’s concentrating on feeling every single ounce of bliss before it leaves her. She won’t have to worry. I’ll always give her more.