14. Alisha “Kitty” Quinn
ALISHA “KITTY” QUINN
Being with Exodus like this was new to me.
Being with anyone like this was new to me.
But every bit of it, I wanted.
No, wanted was too tame a word—I hungered—yearned.
His large, rough palms falling against my ass, repeatedly, in blows that stung so good, all I could do was give in. And even though I tried hiding how much I was enjoying what he was doing to me, my body didn’t want to play nice.
I came.
So hard.
My second orgasm felt as if my soul left my body and I slumped to the floor with the cool air from the A/C kissing my heated skin.
More.
Afterward, he may believe I was the biggest whore when this was all over but, in that moment, as I laid on the floor wet and discarded, all I wanted was for him to do it again.
Use me again.
I didn’t care if he rode me hard and left me wet—as long as he rode me hard, again.
Getting to him took some mental voodoo I never knew I had in me. No matter what it took, I was getting to that cock that filled me so well, that drove into me to depths I never knew existed.
In front of him, I pushed to my knees.
He rested a large palm to my right cheek and caressed me softly. His touch was perfection against my face and when I closed my eyes, a soft purr escaped my soul.
Instead of feeling ashamed, I pressed my face to his hand.
“Tell me again, Kitty.”
His breath was close to my lips, his scent strong and overwhelming.
Exodus licked against my lips before he spoke again.
“Tell me again what you want.” His voice was demanding.
“More, please.” I whispered.
He kissed me hard—a bruising kiss that had my lips throbbing as he pulled me to my feet, spun me around and brought me astride his lap. Pressing a hand to my back, he pushed me forward slightly before taking my hips bringing me backward and down onto his cock.
“Good girl.” Exodus drawled, slowly. “Do I need to tell you what I want?”
No—no he didn’t.
Pushing all thoughts out of my mind, I rode him slowly at first. Then the world disappeared, leaving only heat and a fire inside my core. It was the kind of fire water couldn’t touch. The only cure, the only suppressant was him—only him.
Tossing my head back, I pressed my palms to his pecs, his hot, sweat-cover pecs that danced beneath my palms.
I gasped then sighed.
He picked me up, changing my position as if I weight nothing and before I could point that out, he was filling me again.
This time when I came, I leaned backward against his chest, too weak to sit up. He wrapped his arms around my body, found my nipples with work-roughened fingers and pumped his hips inside me until all I wanted to do was crawl inside him.
When he growled and lifted me off him, it was to come hot and sticky against my ass and lower back.
I didn’t care.
His spunk burned sweetly into my skin.
His breath was hot and heavy against the side of my head, but he never let me go.
We went for another round immediately.
Even though he was worried I might be in pain, I forced him to the floor and made him take me like a storm, raging into me until we were covered in each other’s come and sweat.
The next time I realized what was happening, we were on the bed, and I was cuddling into his chest.
Did I go unconscious?
Every part of my body was sore.
Then suddenly what he’d done to me, the dirty things I’d said to him as he took me without mercy flooded my mind and I hid my face into his neck.
“Sleep now, regret later.” He pulled me even closer.
“No regret.” I replied. “I just—being that wild hasn’t been me.”
“That’s because you weren’t with the right men.”
“And you are?”
“I’d better be.” His voice was so low, his body vibrated with it. “I don’t want any other man doing the things to you that we do together. I don’t want another man seeing you like that.”
Blushing, I lifted my head to look down into his eyes.
When I cuddled into him again, I groaned as my back spasmed a little.
“What’s wrong?” He asked immediately.
“Just a little sore. My body isn’t built for some of the things we’ve done.”
Getting out of bed, Exodus turned and picked me up.
We were both still very naked.
I squealed and hid my face from him as he carried me. He sat on the side of the bathtub with me in his lap while he filled the large bathtub.
“We don’t have anything to put in it.” He sounded sad. “But the warm water should help soothe some of the ache. I didn’t do a very good job in planning tonight.”
He swished a hand through the water then set me in it.
I moaned.
“That feels good.” I assured him. “Don’t forget, tonight was last minute. I expect more nights together like this, which means you have other nights to make it romantic-er.”
“That’s not a word, English teacher.”
“Don’t sass me boy.”
Exodus laughed.
He lifted some water in his hand and poured it over one of my shoulders.
“Um—wanna come in?” I asked.
His eyes fell for a moment before he rose to his feet. I sat forward so he could climb in behind me then I settled back on his chest.
He made love to me again in the wee hours of the morning and then held me while I slept. The next morning, I woke before him, ran out to gather a few things from a pharmacy beside the hotel then returned for a shower.
They didn’t have any special scents in the cleansing the body section. I managed to score a bottle of bodywash that smelled like vanilla and some cheap makeup that would help with some of the shine on my skin.
I was never a makeup girl, but I scored the bare minimum—foundation, powder, eye liner and a stick of lip balm.
That would have to do.
My hair was a mess and while there wasn’t much I could do about that, I combed it out and pulled it into a ponytail. I’d scored two butterfly clips and after brushing my teeth, I dressed and exited to find Exodus sitting up in bed, his back to the headboard.
I blushed but straightened my spine and lifted my chin.
“Good morning.” He greeted me, softly. “I was hoping I’d wake up to you.”
“I had to brush my teeth, or your family would be picking up your body from this hotel.” I admitted. “And I needed a shower.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Still a little sore, but not as bad as it could be.” I admitted.
He patted the bed beside him and waited for me to sit before he leaned forward to stare into my eyes.
“Anything you want to talk about?” He wanted to know.
“About?”
“Last night—what’s happening between us? Regrets?”
I shook my head.
“I told you.” I folded my arms. “I want you. What we did last night makes sense. Why should I regret it?”
He nodded.
“Okay.”
“Shower and let’s go out for breakfast before we hit the road.” I told him, pushing at his shoulder.
Exodus merely pouted at me, and I knew exactly what he wanted.
Laughing, I dropped a chaste kiss on his lips before he reluctantly drew his body from the bed and locked himself into the bathroom. As the shower started, I leaned into the headboards to rub my palm against my clothed nipples, feeling them sore from his fingers and mouth the night before.
But I swallowed what I was wanting in that moment and looked through the guidebook for a place to have breakfast.
When he stepped from the bathroom, he looked ready to face whatever the day tossed at us. Unable to resist, I allowed him to pull me into his arms for a proper kiss that had me pushing him backward toward the bed.
Then I caught myself.
“No.” I whimpered. “We have to get breakfast then hit the road.”
Exodus groaned his disappointment, tapped my ass but agreed.
Driving back to Toronto brought the weight of the world back to my shoulders. The closer we drew, the heavier the weight of it became.
It didn’t help that the fire department had called releasing her house because their investigation was over. They concluded it was arson but from the way the fire fighter was speaking to her, she didn’t have any hope they’d find the culprits.
“We sent our report to the insurance company.” He added. “Don’t worry—it wasn’t anything you did wrong. We didn’t find any issues on your part. We’re confident your insurance company should do the right thing.”
Though I thanked him and spoke pleasantries, I wasn’t feeling very good about the entire situation. Insurance companies weren’t famous for doing the right thing and I really didn’t have the strength to fight with them about anything.
Exodus’ phone rang through the Bluetooth in the car and he answered the call over speaker.
“Yin.” A feminine voice greeted him.
“Aria!” Exodus replied. “How was vacation?”
“Tiring.” She replied. “I have a million emails and messages to get through now. I feel like I came back more tired than when I left.”
“I’m sorry—what’s up?”
“Can we meet?” The woman wanted to know. “I have a few offers we should probably go through.”
“You know this is my off-time, Aria.”
“I know how you are with this—one’s for the kids’ hospital and the other is for Strutt Magazine. The others we will sit on for as long as we can before answering.”
Exodus sighed.
“I’ll do the kids’ hospital.” He replied. “For Strutt I’ll think about it. I’ll talk to my girl and see what she says.”
I gasped.
Was he talking about me?
“Girl? Where did—when did you get a girl? How long was I away? Is she real? She’s not one of those AI girls, is she?”
Exodus glanced at me then back at the road.
“Long story—listen, I’m driving. We’ll talk later.”
Aria started to speak but Exodus hung up on her.
Silence.
The softness of rain now falling on the roof of the truck, the sound of my heart racing in my chest.
“Your girl?” I asked cheekily.
“Did you want me to ask first?” Exodus asked.
“Well, usually that’s the protocol.”
He guffawed. “Protocol?”
I blushed and pouted.
“What do you think of me modeling for Strutt Magazine?” Exodus asked. “Chances are I’ll be wearing very little.”
“What do I think?” I blinked, facing forward. “Isn’t this part of your career? I’m sure your fans want to see you.”
“Remember what I said about my body?” He asked.
“It’s mine.”
“Are you okay with others seeing it?”
I giggled as the heat rose to my ears.
“That’s fine—they just can’t touch it.”
Exodus laughed.
“You’re mean.” He accused.