“Get the fuck off her.”
“Kane!” I cry. I can finally breathe easier. I’ll be okay. Everything is going to be okay.
“Everything is fine, Crazy.” His deep voice reassures me, sending my body to a relaxed state.
“Oh, look who it is! Thanks for joining the party!”
My gaze meets Kane’s and I can see the worry in his eyes. Does he know what to do? Suddenly, Chase’s hand rips from my face and it takes me a moment to realize I’m free! I run behind the desk to try to hide, which now is a pretty cliché hiding place.
I peek my head over the desk and see Kane throwing punch after punch at Chase, who already looks unconscious. His face is hardly recognizable now. Both of his lips are split, his eyes and cheeks are swelling. He’s coughing up blood from a few teeth that are knocked out.
“Leslie!” Kane runs up to embrace me in a tight hold and my sobs wrack my body.
“Everything’s okay, Leslie. I’m here. I heard you. I’ll always hear you call for me.” Kane rocks me back and forth, slowly kissing my forehead with his soft lips. My body doesn’t stop heaving from the trauma.
I rip my head from his chest and look at him with tearful eyes, “Kane, he, he…” I sniffled. “He touched me.” I whisper so low that I don’t think Kane hears me.
His crystal blue eyes, that were softened by looking at me, glaze over with a cold icy appearance. His jaw tightens and he nods his head stiffly before embracing me again.
“The cops are on their way, Crazy. It’s okay. Everything is okay.”
I don’t know how I ever denied Kane. Being here wrapped in his embrace, held in his strong arms, I’ve never felt so much safety and peace. I love him. I love him so much that my body starts seizing again with uncontrollable tears.
“I’m sorry, Kane. I’m so sorry.”
He grabs my face softly, like he cares, so different than how Chase grabbed me. He wipes his thumbs over my cheeks, making my tears disappear, and he gives me a sad smile, “You don’t have to apologize for anything. If anyone is sorry, it’s me. I shouldn’t have ever talked to those girls that way. I knew they wanted me. I was in denial. I was in so much denial of what I felt for you. I’m sorry, Crazy. I’m so sorry.” Kane’s lips meet mine and all the pain, all the hurt, all the uncertainty, stops. It is like time decides to stand still as his mouth lovingly explores mine. Our lips dance sensually, until we hear a groan coming from the floor.
Chase rolls onto all floors and spits blood onto the floor. “You’re all dead. You’re mine, Leslie. You hear me?” Chase crawls to me, looking like his body is possessed by something evil.
The ringing of that damn bell sounds and Dylan, Kane’s friend, walks in followed by the cops.
“Oh, thank God,” I sigh.
“Chase Jackson, you are under arrest…” The cops slap the cuffs on him and he fights to try to get to me.
“This isn’t over! You hear me, Leslie? You are mine!” It takes two cops to get him out of my door. Looking down, I see his blood sprayed across the floor.
Rorie finally walks in with Thor and looks up. Her eyes widen and she takes her headphones off. Her eyes go straight to the blood and Dylan sees it coming before it even happened.
He rushes to her before her eyes roll to the back of her head. He catches her just in time only to say, “Well, who is this pretty little thing that just fell into my lap?”
“You caught her! She didn’t fall.” My eyes roll and I shove a starburst in my mouth.
“Tomato, Tomahto.” He lifts her up and takes her to the cot that Kane and I had crazy sex on.
“Is he taking her where I think he is taking her?” Kane whispers into my ear, making my pussy tighten, telling me how much I need him.
Chapter 7
“What do you mean you’re having Dylan watch over us? How does that even make sense? If you’re here, then we don’t need protection!” I try to understand Kane’s reasoning, but I can’t. I don’t like feeling helpless. I remember being younger and wondering what it would be like to be scared or to have a protector. Is it an odd thing to think about? Sure. With all the horrible things on the news about kidnapping, murderers, and abusive situations, a part of me wonders what it would be like in that situation. Did I want it to happen? No! Absolutely not. I just keep thinking about those people that it did happen to and what they went through to even make through life half sane.
And here I am, fearing my shadow because some crazy guy wanted to own me. What are the chances of that? Is it karma because of those random thoughts that traveled through my mind when I was younger? How am I supposed to tell when someone is crazy? Chase didn’t give off a crazy vibe. An uncomfortable vibe? Yes. I thought that was me just being paranoid. I didn’t think he was coo-coo for cocoa puffs.
“Dylan owns the best security program and team. He is our best bet for staying safe. I would love to be able to say I can be enough, but I just don’t know. I can protect you inside this house, but what about the outside of it? Dylan can have the perimeter and if anything happens, he can warn us. You are too important to me. I can’t…I can’t lose you.” Kane puts his forehead against mine and I push him away.
“You have some damn nerve. You want me, but you don’t want me. Here we go around and around in circles! You can’t even commit yourself to me and you don’t want to lose me? Is this a joke? Is Ashton Kutcher about to pop out of somewhere and say, “Hey! You just got punked! That would make a lot more sense than the yin-yang you are putting me through. And if we want to talk about protection, there is no need, right? Isn’t Chase safe and secure in a tiny little jail cell?” I plop down on the couch with my arms crossed. Childish? Maybe. I don’t care. I am exhausted by this.
I look at Kane and he is having a silent conversation with Dylan. Their eyebrows raise, and they make different facial expressions, obviously hiding something from me.
“What?” I hiss.
Kane lets out a deep breath. “Chase was released on bail.” He runs his fingers through that thick black hair I love so much, and my heart flutters. No, no, no, don’t flutter!
I sit back on the couch and sigh. I’m not surprised to learn he got bail because that’s just a part of the whole system. I don’t understand how he got bail. I mean it is clear he was attacking me, or trying to. He assaulted me.
The couch dips next to me and Kane takes my hand. “What are you thinking about?”
His thumb caresses my skin and it jumbles up everything inside me. I wish I didn’t love him. He seems so complicated to care about. He has barbed wire fences gated around his heart and it makes it impossible to break through without bleeding.
“Thinking about the cobwebs in the corner of the walls. I really need to do a spring cleaning. The place is a mess.”
“Leslie don’t shut down on me. Talk to me.” His hand engulfs my wrist to pull me back down, and I go freely. What can I say? I’m a weak woman.
“Talk to you? How is it that I didn’t find out until now that Chase made bail? How about you talk to me?” I plead with him.
Dylan is pretending to do something in the kitchen, banging around pots and pan until a loud crash fills the air.
“I’m okay! Everything is fine.” Some more bangs and metal scratching on the hardwood floor sounds, making me wonder if the man has ever been inside a kitchen.
“Are you’re sure you don’t need help?” I shout, concerned for his health.
“Why do you have so many pans? It’s not necessary!”
I’ve never heard Dylan so frustrated before. Maybe the big giant man has a weakness…
“Dylan! We’re going in her room. She and I have things to talk about.” Kane grabs my wrist and pulls me behind him as we make our way to my room.
“Yeah, fine. I’m cooking dinner!” Dylan shouts before my bedroom closes, shutting me in with Kane. My heart pounds and suddenly, I feel parched.
“He shouldn’t cook! He’s probably going to set the house on fire!” I push past the person that pu
shes all my buttons.
He stops me, spins me around until my breasts are flush with his chest. My nipples bead from the feel of his muscular pecs.
“He will be fine.” His callused fingers brush along my cheek. “You are so beautiful.”
He looks at me in awe. His eyes search my face almost like they are mapping every inch of my skin.
“Kane.” My voice is laced with emotion after seeing the look in his blue eyes. Love. And I think it scares him.
“I can’t lose you like I lost them. I can’t. You are all I see, Leslie. Every moment when my eyes are open, and you take over my dream when they are shut. You wreck me, but I love it.” Both of his hands cup my face as he leans his forehead against mine, swaying us to the music our breaths make. It’s no one but us in this room. It’s not rushed and frenzied. It’s soft and caring. He acts like I’m about to blow away right into the wind and never see him again.
“Kane, I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.” I place my hand on his heart and his breaths shudders.
He dips his head to meet my lips in a tentative kiss. I gasp as the feeling of complete rightness takes over me. I can sense the moment it takes over him too. His breath staggers, and he rights himself before leaning back in to take my mouth in a possessive kiss. A whimper leaves my mouth, but he catches it, swallowing it greedily.
“I want you.” Kane’s tongue dances with mine softly, and a long hard erection rubs my thigh to prove his point.
I debate with myself for a moment. Do I want to give another piece of myself over to him? What if he just leaves again? I don’t know if my heart can handle it.
His hand ghosts down my sides and slowly lifts my shirt up. Instinctively, I lift my arms causing the shirt to get tosses somewhere in the room. All my previous reservations are gone as I stand there in my red sheer lace bra. His eyes are glued to my nipples trying to poke through the thin material.
It’s not fair I’m the only one without a shirt on.
My hands take the bottom of his grey shirt as my fingers tease the skin above the waistband of his jeans. As I slowly lift it, I bring my head down and kiss his abs. My tongue dances over the dark black happy trail, feeling the hairs scratch my tongue. Slithering my way up his torso, my tongue decorates his skin in wet trails, finally coming to his face, and I gently take his shirt off. For a moment, his face can’t be seen from the fabric and it makes me glad that taking clothes off doesn’t take long because his face is a work of art.
He cups my breasts, fitting perfectly in his large palm. He tweaks my sensitive buds and I toss my head back and moan. My hips start to gyrate on their own, seeking friction from his large girth.
Delicately, his fingers find my bra straps and sensually bring them off my shoulders. He leans in for a kiss before picking me up and laying me on the bed. He never pauses in his movements as he kisses my lips and down my neck. He sucks and bites, then licks the abused flesh. I’m sure I look wanton with lust since one of my breasts is out of the red laced cup while the other is still hidden by the constraints.
“Kane,” I moan softly. I need relief.
“Crazy, you make me crazy.” He kisses down my stomach and over my ribs. I grunt with surprise as I realize my ribs are a hot spot for me.
“That’s what I like to hear.” And Kane starts attacking my ribcage with his mouth and tongue, turning me into a hot wet mess.
He finally gets to my jeans and unbuttons them. “So soft, Crazy. So beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are? Do you know how lucky I consider myself to be the only one that sees you like this?” Once he has my jeans off, he tosses them somewhere probably with the shirt. He kisses down my legs, licks under my knees, and trails wet kisses up my inner thigh.
“Please,” I beg. I beg like a needy hungry horny woman and I’m not afraid to admit it!
“I’ll give you want you want, Crazy. In time, though. I want to enjoy you,” he says as he rips my panties off, leaving me bare before him.
He unbuckles his belt and slowly unbuttons his jeans. Those damn black ripped skinnies that I love so much on him. When he unzips, the angry red crown of his cock can be seen and it makes my mouth water.
“You want to taste me?” he asks as he takes off the remainder of those horrible sexy jeans and strokes his long thick cock.
I only nod my head because I can’t speak right now. I want to feel the weight of him on my tongue. I want to feel my jaws try and widen to take as much of him as possible.
He kisses his way up my body until he is flush with my mouth. Everything about us lines up perfectly. His naked body with mine fits like a puzzle piece.
He rolls us and now I’m on top. “Do your worst.” He smirks, and those blue eyes sear their need into me. This man needs me.
I don’t say anything though. My mind is too jumbled to put together a sentence, so I just continue touching this man beneath me. I want to make him crazy with lust like he does me. I want him to feel the madness before he cums and not let him. I want to deny him, and give in to him, and deny him again, until he is so mad with need he consumes me.
Settling between his legs, I come eye to eye with his impressive shaft. I didn’t know dicks came in this size, but now that I do, nothing else will ever compare. My tongue gives a tentative lick to the vein that travels from the base up the head of his cock, making Kane moan. His hands softly lay on my head as I explore his sensitive area. A drop of precum appears at the slit, and my taste buds water needing to taste. I suck the cockhead into my mouth and groan. He is a little salty, but sweeter than I thought.
“Fuck, Leslie!” Kane shouts and his legs tremble underneath my body.
I can’t help it, I smirk around his width. I flick my tongue over the slit and dip it in before I sink down on him. I only take half his length before I’m gagging, so I pull back hoping I didn’t ruin it.
“Don’t force yourself to take all of it. Take what you can. You are…fuck, it feels so good. Just don’t stop.”
I glace up Kane’s body and I’m rewarded with the vision of abs and his head thrown back so tightly the veins of his neck are popping out. I must be doing something right. Deciding to drive him a little wilder, I take my hand to the base of his cock since I can’t take all of him and stroke up in sync with sucking him.
“Leslie, Le...slie.” He taps my shoulder quickly telling me he is about to cum, but I want to taste him. I want every drop.
“I’m gonna…” Taking a second to glance up at him, I catch his gaze locked onto mine and that is all it takes for his cock to become impossibly harder as he shoots stream after stream of cum down my throat. I greedily lap at it, sucking all I can out. Some still makes it way out of the corner of my mouth.
He shoots up and rolls me under him. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” He takes my swollen lips into a passionate kiss and it sends a reminder that my pussy is aching so much it hurts.
His hand travels down, tugging on my thin strip of pubic hair, pulling and wrenching a yell from my lips. The sting felt so good.
“You are dirty…we will have to revisit that, Crazy.” His finger fondles my soaked folds as he circles my clit.
“Oh!” My hands grip the comforter as he slides down to put two fingers into my hole.
“So wet. You are drenched for me. I bet I could slide into you with no problem and your juices would leak out all over me, wouldn’t they?”
I don’t say anything. I just moan as he inserts another finger inside me. I moan into the room as he picks up speed finger fucking me. I can feel my orgasm building and my body breaking out into a light layer of sweet.
His body is still aligned with mine and I can feel his hard cock against my thigh waiting to sink in.
“You have me so hard again, Leslie.” Kane lifts his body over mine to bring his mouth against mine as I shout my orgasm into the room. He takes his thick digits out and brings them to his mouth to lick clean.
“Mmmm, you taste so good.” His eyes close like he is savoring m
y taste and it makes me yearn for him even more.
“Kane, Kane, please. I need you. I need us.” I must be out of my mind with lust or emotions, but it’s true. I need to feel our connection. When he and I are together like this, it’s like magic and all the insecurities I have about us are gone.
“I need us, too.” Kane slams into me with one powerful thrust making us both open our mouths on a silent scream.
“I’ve missed you. I’ve missed us.” He cups my face again, looking me in the eyes as he slowly moves in and out of me, mimicking a wave.
We kiss madly and his movements are slow and accurate, hitting every button possible to build my orgasm again. Surprisingly, he flips me over onto my stomach, making me yelp from the sudden movement.
He slides back into me and in this position, he is deeper and feels bigger. I didn’t think that was possible, but in this position, I feel him more. His palms grip my rear, using it as leverage as he pounds into me.
“You feel so good wrapped around me. Nothing has ever felt this good. No one has ever felt as good as you.” He kisses the back of my neck, moaning sweet nothings, bringing me closer to the edge.
He flips us again.
This time, he is on his back as I ride him reverse cowgirl. I bounce on his shaft, cup my breasts, and pinch my nipples to try to bring me over the edge. I just can’t get there. I feel like I’m at a peak, but I can’t get over.
Speeding up, I apply more pressure on my downstroke, hoping his sack will rub my clit, giving me the extra push.
His hands go to my hips and a loud spank fill the rooms. My right butt-cheek stings and I realize he just spank me. I didn’t expect my body to get so hot, but it did, and now my blood is boiling wanting more.
“Oh, my girl likes that.”
I ignore that because I can’t afford to hope right now. This is sex. Just sex.
He brings his hand down again and that’s all it takes for me to shatter and convulse on his perfect cock.
He lays me down on my stomach, fucking into me so hard, I can feel my butt cheeks jiggle from the force. Another orgasm builds in my lowers belly, and with his thrust in, my clit rubs against the mattress making me explode.
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