Consequences of Deception (17 page)

The wind feels awesome against my face and I’m having a blast racing across the water with Killian. He’s always been a speed demon on the water and it’s fun to see him so relaxed and carefree. Seeing the wind whipping through his hair and the smile on his face reminds me of the Killian that I love… um, loved… so much.

I am so busy watching him and worrying about the fact that I thought the word love as opposed to loved that I’m not really paying attention. On a sharp turn I lose control and fly off the Jet Ski, landing in the water with a giant splash. Because the key is attached to my wrist and the engine isn’t being revved, the Jet Ski stops right away, so it’s no big deal. I’m laughing at what an idiot I’m being when Killian pulls up next to me like a bat-out-of-hell and dives into the water next to me before promptly pulling me into his arms and checking me over for injuries.

“Sloane! What the fuck just happened? Are you alright?” he yells at me.

I have to force myself not to swoon over the fact that there’s a part of him that still cares if something happens to me. Hitting his chest playfully, I laugh. “I’m fine but my pride is hurt. I lost my train of thought for one second and the next thing I knew, I was flying through the air. Serves me right!”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds as he studies my face, and it goes on long enough that I start to tense up in anticipation of the reappearance of angry Killian. I’m so relieved when he laughs that I almost hug him.

“Where’d your train of thought go, princess?”

Damn my stupid expressive face, I blush. His responding chuckle makes me want to kiss him, and I only just manage not to do so.

“So, seeing me on the pink jet ski turned you on so much that you lost control of your vehicle. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sloane. In all fairness, I did try to warn you that I would make pink look good.”

Smacking at his life jacket, I laugh. “Ugh! You have the biggest ego.”

Wiggling his eyebrows at me he answers, “My ego’s big, princess, but my dick is bigger. How’d you like to ride back to shore and take this party back to the condo and ride it?”

Fuck.

Me.

I don’t get a chance to answer verbally before he swims me toward my jet ski and helps me up onto the seat.

“Jesus, Sloane, you should see your face. Let’s hurry back to shore so that I can get you onto my dick before you combust. Looks like someone besides me is a sex fiend.”

My jaw drops as I try to formulate a response. “Ugh, you make me sound like a whore!”

Reaching out, he grabs my calf. “No, princess. I make you sound like the woman that you are. The fact that you like being in bed with me doesn’t make you a whore. Your body is just waking up to sex, and I’m going to thoroughly enjoy teaching you everything there is to know. Today’s lesson will be riding and you can think about that while we take these jet skis back.”

That gets me so wet that I almost ask him to teach me how to ride right here, right now. Thankfully he turns and swims back to his jet ski before I have a chance to do so, because the area is crazy crowded and voyeurism probably isn’t a great way for us to go.

The owner is surprised to see us back only an hour after leaving, but after Killian assures him that everything was fine, we get into the car and leave. Rather than putting the top down, Killian turns the air conditioning on. Before I can ask why he isn’t putting the top down, he pulls my tank top up to my naval and then slides his hand beneath my shorts and into my panties.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re on fire, princess.”

I groan as he rubs circles against me, complying immediately when he tells me to put my right foot up on the dashboard and recline my seat halfway. I cry out when he slides a finger inside me and begins pumping in and out, my sex contracts against his finger hard as he rubs me.

The sound of someone honking startles me, and I jerk my head up and look around in a panic.

“Windows are tinted, princess. No one can see that my hand is in your shorts and my finger is busy fucking your hot pussy.”

As he speaks, he pulls his finger out and adds another before sliding back in. My walls clench tightly around his fingers as my lower body pumps frantically against his hand. Little cries escape from my mouth as he works me over with a skill that makes me crazy.

“Are you sore?”

I really, really am. So fucking sore that it’s unbelievable, yet he makes me feel so good that I don’t care. “I can still feel you in me, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Mm. I like that answer, but what I’m really asking is if you’re going to let me fuck you hard enough that the people two floors below us can hear the bed slamming against the wall. Can you take it that hard, princess? Can you take it all?”

I nod, mumbling some crazy rambling jargon that means nothing. Killian chuckles softly as he begins to pump his fingers into me harder. When he moans something about my pussy being a vice, I come with a scream that probably wakes anyone in Pensacola who is still asleep.

I try to catch my breath after he pulls his hand out of my shorts, but I get hot all over again when he slides the two fingers that have been inside of me into his mouth. I whimper, a low and raw sound that is so needy, even I am surprised.

“You taste so fucking good. I always wondered…”

He abruptly stops talking and shakes it off like he hadn’t been about to say anything. The shockwave falls over me as I try to process what he has said. Sitting here in post-orgasmic bliss, I don’t think to filter myself.

“You wondered how I tasted?”

Both hands, now back on the wheel, hold on so tightly that his knuckles turn white.

“We can’t discuss the past without me getting very angry. You need to let it drop.”

Right now I hate myself for bringing it up at all. We were having a great morning, he’s been downright pleasant… and now, I can see him erecting his wall of ice again. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

We say nothing to each other as we get back to the resort and head up to the condo and I am expecting him to go full asshole on me. I’m stunned when the condo door closes behind us and he pushes me up against it and starts tearing my clothes off while he kisses the ever-loving hell out of me.

I’m not wearing much so I’m quickly naked, and since he’s only wearing a t-shirt and swim trunks—he’s right behind me. Lifting me off my feet, he positions himself at my entrance and begins sliding into me.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I dig my nails into his back as he slides me all the way down until he’s as deep inside of me as possible. Letting out a choked sound of his own, he pulls back until he’s perched just inside of my opening. Opening my eyes, I find him staring right at me, and neither of us say or do anything at all. His eyes challenge me both to maintain eye contact and to look away, and I hold on as long as I can.

I lose the battle when he grasps both of his hands on my ass to anchor himself before he begins slamming into me at breakneck speed. I yell out as he pounds into me again and again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh mingling with the echo of my back slamming against the door with each brutal thrust.

The friction of our bodies being so close together and the feeling of him being so rough with me come together in that perfect way. I bite down on his shoulder as I begin to come, my orgasm hitting me everywhere—all at once.

While still coming, I realize that my back is no longer against the door and he is walking us into the bedroom. I am thankful every step of the way for his muscle control because the entire time he is walking, he continues lifting me up and down on his shaft, each plunge making me moan and beg for more.

When we get to the bed, he lifts me off and throws me on it before climbing up next to me. Frantic with wanting him back inside of me, I beg him for his cock.

Reclining against the pillows, he fists his shaft and begins to pump up and down. Like the drooling fool that I am, I watch, like a woman possessed, as his fist shuttles up and down his cock. I whimper, a distressed sound to let him know that I want him to fuck me. Chuckling softly, he smiles.

“Where do you want it, princess?”

“Inside…”

“Inside what? Your mouth? The closet? My car?”

It’s mean of him to tease me, and it makes me mad. “You
know
where I want it!”

His eyes blaze as he answers me. “Nope. Until you say the words, I just can’t be sure…”

“You bastard,” I spit. “I want it in my pussy!”

He smiles at me then, a happy expression that actually reaches his eyes. “That’s all you needed to say, princess. Now you’re going to learn how to ride. Climb on.”

With no hesitation I climb up his body, letting out a desperate moan as he helps me get into position over him.

“Hold me in your hand, babe. Position me at the opening of your pussy and then slide down. Let me fill you up.”

It feels so good having the tip just inside of me that for a moment I stay over him without moving. Growling low in his throat, he grabs my hips and pulls me down further.

“Now who’s the one being mean, Sloane?”

Lifting up against his hands, I wait until I have just the tip in me again. When his eyes are on mine and I can see that he is desperate for it, I slide back down—hard. This position makes it feel like he’s even deeper than ever before and I scream out a string of filthy fuck words that would make the toughest street whore proud.

It’s like he’s putting me into a cock trance, and the more I ride him, the deeper into the trance I go. In this position, he’s hitting every angle—just right—and I can feel my arousal coating his cock, his balls, and my mound. Leaning forward I place a hand on either side of his chest and use him as leverage for my ride.

His breath is coming in bursts and his eyes are wild as he watches me go to town. “Fuck yeah! Ride my cock, Sloane. Fuckin’ incredible.”

When he reaches his hands up and begins pinching and twisting my nipples, I lose it. Throwing my head back, I come with a silent scream. As I come he flips me over onto my back and begins thrusting like a man out of control. I claw at his back and beg him to never, ever stop.

When he adds his thumb to the mix and begins working my clit, I almost go insane. Bringing his lips to mine he attacks my mouth with his, the two of us annihilate each other with a kiss that is one hundred percent pure sex. As we kiss he rides me harder and harder, and when he pulls back I see that not only am I covered in sweat, so is he.

“Come, Sloane. Come!”

I clutch him tighter, wrapping my legs tighter around his midsection as I claw at him helplessly. “Come. Give me that, princess. Give me everything. I have to have it, have to have you!”

My body lights up from the inside out as I explode, calling out his name over and over again. Mid wave he pulls out of me, moving up my body until he’s straddling me just below my tits.

“Push your tits together, baby. I’m going to come all over them.”

I comply without question, watching in wonder as he jerks his cock and stares at my tits. Just before he starts raining come on my breasts he rasps, “Fuck, I’m going to come so hard!”

He does, spurting all over my chest as he growls my name over and over again. When he finishes, he takes the hand that has been jerking his shaft and begins rubbing his come into my breasts. We work together to do it, and soon there is nothing left. Dropping down onto his back next to me, on the bed, he holds a hand over his chest as he struggles to catch his breath.

When he can speak again, he turns to me and says, “You don’t wash that off until later. I marked you again, princess. Your body is mine; that pussy is mine, and those are my tits. Do you understand me?”

Possessive Killian is a sight to behold and I wonder if I am allowed to be possessive Sloane. The rules seem blurrier to me now that we’re having sex. Reaching out, I boldly grab his not yet soft cock in my hand.

“You’re covered in me, Killian. Does that make this my cock? How about your body? Are you mine or is this a one way thing?”

The shutters come down on his eyes fast just before he rolls away from me. Standing up, he walks to the dresser and pulls on a pair of boxers and some cargo shorts before throwing a t-shirt on.

Once he’s dressed, he turns to look at me. “I’ll never be yours, Sloane. I’ll take you for the next year whenever I want to, but then you’re out. If you ever get territorial before then, I’ll throw you out. You ruined your shot at me years ago.”

Sitting up stiffly, I glare at him as I pull a pillow in front of my body. “Why can’t you let that go, Killian?”

I know that I should have kept my mouth shut the second I say it, and for a minute he doesn’t just scare me—he terrifies me. I’ve never seen him as full of rage as he is right now.

“Mention it again and I’ll throw you out on the street. Keep your fucking mouth shut about the past, Sloane.”

Without another word, he turns and slams out of first the bedroom and then the condo.

I understand that he doesn’t want to discuss it and that he’s just forbidden me to go there, but the thing is, I really don’t think that I should let it drop. Why can’t we talk about the past? I realize that he’s angry with me for surviving, but is that really a reason to always be so standoffish with me? I don’t have the courage to confront him and get our past out into the open yet, but someday soon, I’m going to have to because I can’t live like this forever.