by Nashoda Rose
I shoved at his arm. “Because you’re undeserving. A real man is one who protects those he cares about, not destroys them.” I realized after I said it that I’d been referring to Killian.
He stiffened. “You’re going to throw us away for a piece-of-shit rock star.”
I froze, then violently shoved his arm off me and stepped back swinging around. “Is that why you’re here? You saw I was dating him and decided you better get me back?” I pointed at the door. “I won’t ask again. Get. Out.”
He hesitated a second and then headed for the door. “If you ever want to work in the industry again, I’d think about what you’re doing, Savannah. It’s not me ruining your rep anymore. Being a club-whore dancer for a rock star is.”
I gasped. God, what happened to him? David wasn’t at all like this when I’d met him. Or maybe he was, but there’d been no reason for this side of him to come out.
He jerked the door open, and a bulky guy I didn’t recognize stood there wearing a black T-shirt and cargo pants, and he had his phone to his ear.
“She’s here…. No. She looks fine. Got it.” He nodded to me. “I’m Roman, work for Luke. Kite’s calling you.” His eyes shifted to David. “I’ll escort you from the premises.”
“I don’t need a fuckin’ escort, asshole.” David shoved past him, but I didn’t see what happened because my cell rang on the kitchen counter and I went to answer it.
I glanced at the screen. Killian. “Hey.”
“Savvy. You good?” Worry edged his words.
I hadn’t realized I was shaking until I heard his voice and suddenly everything hit me. I hadn’t seen David in six months, and the confrontation was overdue, but his words had shaken me. I knew he said them to hurt me, and it worked. They had.
“Yeah.”
“Is he gone?”
“Yeah.” I sat at the kitchen table, head resting in my hands.
“Deep breaths, orchid.”
Tears welled. He cared. Killian may be closed off, overprotective, and have underlying issues with anger, but he cared. About me.
“It wasn’t a coincidence that Roman was here, was it?”
“No.”
At least he was honest about having Roman here. But there was more to this. More to why Killian was so protective of me. “I want to see where you live.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I have no problem with you seeing where I live, Savvy. We can go anytime you’d like.”
I inhaled a shaky breath. “The fake dating… I don’t want to do it anymore.” I’d find another way. I still had the check in my purse, and I couldn’t cash it because the truth was, none of this was fake. I wanted to date Killian.
I’d made a couple grand at the club and paid two months’ rent and my hydro bill so it may take longer to get my dance studio, but I’d get there.
“I’ll be there in five.”
“Killian….” The phone went dead and I sighed, tossing it on the table.
It was less than five minutes before there was a knock on my door as I was opening the fridge for the orange juice.
The door opened, as I hadn’t locked it after David and Roman left, and Killian strode in, coming straight for me. His captivating green eyes read complete possession.
I stood frozen in the open fridge doorway.
He reached me and without hesitation, his hand cupped the back of my neck, and his other gripped my hip then slid upward to my waist under my shirt.
He tilted my head back. “You’re dating me. For real.”
Then his mouth slammed down on mine.
There was nothing polite about it.
Nothing. Not one thing.
We banged into the fridge and something crashed to the floor.
I was so shocked that it took a second before my mouth eased under his. And then my hands were in his hair, and I was dragging him in closer. But he was already as close as he could get.
His fingers tightened painfully in my hair, and his thumb stroked back and forth under my bra strap.
“Savvy,” he murmured against my mouth, and the vibration sent a flare off inside me. “Christ, baby.”
His tongue swept inside my mouth, and I felt his tantalizing piercing. If it felt amazing in my mouth, I could only imagine what it would feel like between my legs.
His kiss devoured. Demanded. And everything in me became his. I was tired of fighting it. I wanted Killian. I wanted to feel him inside me.
He broke away and my face burned from his scruff. But I wanted more. Needed more.
“No more bullshit dating, Savvy,” he reiterated.
“The check… I can’t take the money.”
“You did the work.”
I smiled. “It’s never been work dating you, Killian.” But it kind of was. “It was work resisting you.”
He groaned, eyes flicking to my lips and then slowly back up to meet my eyes. “I want you. All of you.”
My breath hitched. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but it didn’t matter. I wanted Killian inside me, and I was going to get that. “Yes.”
His hands were on my hips as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me into my bedroom and tossed me on the bed.
The mattress sagged under his weight as he kneeled on it then straddled me.
He hovered over the top, the long strands of his hair hanging over his right eye. His arms bulged with the black ink, and my eyes shifted to the scales of a dragon that breathed fire into a river with pebbles skipping over the surface.
I ran my hands up his arms then down again.
Our eyes remained locked, and it was timeless. There was nothing else but us. No past. No tomorrow. No hurt nor pain. No defining what we were doing.
Just this.
He bent and nibbled on my lower lip while his hand slid up my inner thigh then stopped, his little finger resting in the curve of my thigh and pelvis.
My sex ached for him to touch me. To be rid of the material between us. But he kept his hand there while his mouth roamed lazily over mine.
His kiss slid to my neck, beneath my ear, nibbled on the lobe and then across my collarbone. And not once did his hand move, driving me crazy as I arched my back to feel his touch harder.
He stopped kissing me and sat up. Then his hands went to his belt and he unbuckled it. Pulling it through the loops before he tossed it beside me. He then reached for my shirt and yanked it over my head.
Within seconds he had my bra off and then his shirt before he undid the buttons on his jeans. I was having a hard time breathing as I watched him.
Every movement poetic—muscles flexing, valleys and hills that ached to be touched and discovered by my fingertips.
My eyes hit the nipple piercing, and I reached up to touch the silver loop. He sucked in his breath, and I smiled, loving that I could do that to him.
I went farther, caressing his chest, the ink that covered almost every inch of him all in black. My mind was unable to take in all the images as they merged over his skin.
He didn’t move as I trailed the tips of my fingers down farther to his abdomen. “You’re striking.”
Cupping my chin, he tilted my head so our eyes met. “You were always meant to be mine, Savvy.”
My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat.
His mouth came down on mine again. Consuming. Powerful. Intense.
It was Killian, and the man he was and who he’d become.
The storm that had raged inside him, I tasted it in his kiss. The fury and the calm clashing together. But it wasn’t chaos. It was as if each knew the direction it had to go. And within that was the tranquil beauty of who Killian was.
“Savvy.” He pulled back and picked up his belt.
My sex throbbed and ached for him. For more. But the belt I wasn’t so sure about. Mars was right. The gossip was true. Killian was into kinky. I just didn’t know how far he was into it.
“Give me your wrists,” he said gent
ly.
I did as he asked, and he was slow and deliberate as he wrapped his belt around them, snug but not painful. He raised my arms above my head and pressed them into the mattress. “Don’t move.”
My chest rose and fell as he slid his hands down my sides, goose bumps rising behind his touch. When he reached my jeans, he undid them and tugged them off, my panties going with them so I lay naked.
He traced his finger over the subtle red line the rim of my panties had left across my pelvis. “Never wanted anything so fuckin’ bad, orchid.”
My thighs quivered. My breath locked in my chest as my pulse raced.
I gasped as his finger slid lower to my sex where he slowly slipped his finger into my folds. “So wet.”
I’d been wet since I saw him again.
He crawled down the bed and positioned himself between my legs. Then he lowered his head and his mouth was on me. Tongue flicking and his piercing… oh, my God, his piercing grazing my clit sent jolts through me.
“Killian. I can’t… last.” Like a lit dynamite wick, I sparked and burned as I drew closer and closer to detonating. My fingers curled into the pillow as I fought against the constraint of the belt.
“I knew you’d taste fuckin’ amazing.”
I panted, my body arching as his tongue brushed over my clit several times before circling. My thighs shook, and he opened my legs wider.
“Oh, God. Killian,” I screamed, closing my eyes as every muscle jerked and tensed. I sucked in air. “Oh, God. Oh, God.” My womb tightened. Tantalizing heat soared. My body rode the tidal wave as I slipped into the abyss of Killian.
I collapsed, sagging into the mattress, my body clenching with aftershocks.
The weight shifted on the bed, and I opened my eyes as Killian sidled up beside me. His mouth took mine, and I tasted myself as he leisurely kissed me. Mouth roaming over mine as he pinched my nipples.
“Never thought I’d hear you scream my name like that, Savvy.” He lowered his head and his mouth replaced his fingers on my nipple. When his teeth grazed the sensitive surface, I sucked in air.
“I think you were pretty confident I’d end up in your bed.” I moaned when he moved to the other nipple.
He lifted his head. “We’re in your bed. And I’m confident about most things, but having you, that was always something out of my reach.”
He shifted off the bed and dragged down his jeans. His boxer briefs went with them. Shameless, he stood in front of me naked. His thick swollen cock with a small silver stud pierced through the ridge on display.
I stared at it for several seconds, wondering what it would feel like inside me. Because his tongue piercing sure as hell felt amazing.
“A dydoe piercing,” he said.
“Yeah, uh, that’s hot.”
He chuckled. “Glad you think so because it’s going inside you in about twenty seconds.”
My belly flipped. “Do you have a condom?”
He picked up his jeans, took out his wallet and pulled out a condom. He ripped it open with his teeth and I watched as he rolled it on.
“Can you untie me now? I want to touch you.” Being restrained with the belt was an adrenaline rush and feeling I couldn’t escape him was… sexually arousing as hell and I realized I trusted Killian enough to do that.
He knelt on the bed straddling me, undid the belt, then trailed kisses down my arm to my neck. I weaved my hand into his hair, and my other slid down between us to the sparse hairs.
The tip of his cock brushed my knuckles, and I heard his soft inhale. I smiled, loving that sound coming from Killian and that I was the cause of it.
“Open your legs for me, Savvy. I’m going to fuck that pussy until I hear you scream my name again.”
She opened her legs, bending her knees and I settled between them, my throbbing cock nestling against her. I stayed still for a minute, absorbing that this was going to happen. I was going to sink inside her for the first time. The girl who ruined me for all others.
I wrapped my fingers around her ankle and caressed up her calf before raising her leg and putting it on my shoulder.
My thumb teased her nipple back and forth, then I pinched it, and she sucked in air. That sound coming from Savvy’s throat was like fuckin’ honey, and I wanted to bottle it up so I could hear it whenever I wanted.
Jesus, if she only knew what she did to me. If she knew the truth—a truth about how much this girl affected me…
“Kiss me, Killian. I want you to kiss me.”
I squeezed her nipple hard at the same time as I claimed her mouth. Her gasp vibrated against my lips.
Control was a device. It was regulated and right now that regulator was spinning at its limit as I kissed Savvy.
Eleven years. Eleven fuckin’ years I waited for her to come back. I may not have known I was waiting, but I knew it now. She was the one I’d been waiting for. Why I was never with anyone else.
And now that I had her, I was never letting go.
I devoured her, and she surrendered to my hands, my mouth, my body.
Without lifting my lips from hers, I grabbed my cock and slid it up and down her wetness. “This pussy is mine,” I murmured against her mouth. More than she fuckin’ knew.
I kissed down the column of her throat then bit the tender skin at the base. She whimpered, arching her back.
She made a low, frustrated moan as I continued to tease her with my cock and hands and mouth while she writhed underneath me.
And when she was panting, and her skin was red and heated, body writhing, I slipped my hand underneath her ass, fingertips curling into the crevice as I squeezed.
She moaned and lifted her ass into my grip.
Fuck. Her ass was made for spanking. But not yet. All I wanted was to sink inside her. Feel what it was like with her around me. “Orchid. Look at me.”
She opened her eyes, and I just about came when I saw the desire swimming in their depths. Jesus, this woman was made for me.
I tilted my hips and agonizingly slow, sunk my cock into her wet pussy. “Christ,” I growled.
Cathartic. That was what it was. And I needed to savor this moment even if it killed me.
“Killian,” she murmured, eyes closing.
I stopped halfway into her tight blanket of warmth. “Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you, Savvy.”
She licked her lips, the surface glistening and inviting as she looked at me again. Only then did I push my cock all the way in. A half moan, half sigh escaped her lips, and she arched her neck.
Like a fuckin’ rare flower blossoming for the first time. And I would protect it. Nurture it. Nurture her.
I waited for a second for her body to adjust to me.
But not long. I had control, but not much when it came to Savvy Grady.
She swung her other leg up around my hip and I sank deeper. Holy fuck. Who knew how goddamn amazing it would feel.
“Killian,” she cried out, fingernails digging into my shoulders.
A gruff groan emerged, and I pulled back then thrust into her. Once. Twice.
Our eyes locked as our bodies became one, moving together in perfect harmony. It was slow at first, and then when her thigh tightened around my hip, and her hand ran down my back to my ass, that was it… the regulator busted.
I thrust faster. Harder. My mouth crashing into hers, fingers fisting a handful of hair.
She panted beneath me.
Rough.
Raw.
Raging.
As if neither of us could get enough of one another. We both lost control and grabbed at one another in a frenzy of need. Mouths and hands everywhere.
Starved. That was what I’d been for years.
I’d been denied. No, I’d denied myself. I hadn’t thought this was possible. I’d been too fucked up and angry and had never wanted that attachment. To risk losing again.
But whatever happened, I’d always protect her.
Her sex clenched around my cock. Muscle spasms then short gasps bef
ore she screamed, “Killian. Yes!”
I thrust faster several more times before my cock jerked and I joined her. “Fuck,” I growled, coming like I never had before. “Jesus. Christ.”
It was several minutes before either of us moved. My forehead rested on her shoulder, her hand in my hair as we lay quiet except for our panting and the sound of the sheets crinkling as our chests rose heavily.
Finally, I raised my head.
She opened her eyes. They were gentle and lazy, and her lips were swollen from my kisses. With a red chin from my stubble, she looked completely sated.
I ran my hand down her side to her thigh and lowered it off my shoulder, and her other leg slipped off my hip. My cock remained nestled inside her where it was meant to be. Where it was always meant to be.
I lowered my head and kissed her, taking my time.
Savoring. Tasting. Enjoying the laziness about it. I’d never kissed a woman like that before. I rarely kissed a woman period. It didn’t do anything for me.
It was her. Kissing Savvy for the first time at the cemetery… innocent and sweet, and her mouth easily melding to mine, nothing compared to that kiss.
And now… fuckin’ now it was as if for years my lips had been cold and lifeless, and now they’d woke the fuck up and were alive with her kisses.
I lifted and stared down at her flushed face and glazed eyes.
This. Right fuckin’ here. I’d never had it. But I wanted all of it.
With her.
But I wasn’t going to define this. Not to her anyway. I had my issues and she’d had a taste of them, and I knew I’d have to give her more of me. The parts of me I kept hidden. Emmitt. She needed to know about Emmitt.
My fuckin’ father was something I didn’t want to share with her, only because I didn’t want her touched by it, but Savvy with me was going to be thrown in the path. She’d had a taste of that at Compass.
I’d protect her from him. And soon, he’d break. Like he did to his horses, I was breaking him.
And him showing up at the club was a sign he was getting desperate. His clubs were hurting.
“Why are you so tense?” she asked, her finger tracing the crease between my brows.
I relaxed, pushing my father out of my head. I was good at doing that, had done it for years.