Hush - Fighting Fate #2 (38 page)

“Nice.”

“Oh for god’s sake, Matt. Put your freaking shirt back on. No one wants to see your stupid tatt.”

I looked up to see a gorgeous brunette walking in with a couple of beers in her hand. Well, she would’ve been gorgeous if she wasn’t wearing a scowl.

“Shut up, Lila. No one asked for your opinion,” Matt snapped. There was clearly no love between these two.

Dean smacked Matt on the back of the head. “Watch it.”

The girl, Lila, smirked at Matt before sinking down beside Dean. Matt threw Dean a feral look before sliding right away from the two of them.

“Yeah, well at least I have the balls to do what I want, unlike someone else I know.”

Lila glared at him. “Just because Dean’s not following your stupid little band ritual doesn’t mean he doesn’t have any balls. It means he’s smart.” She flicked her gaze my way, looking over my arms like they were diseased.

Fucking really?

Matt scoffed and Dean sighed. “Lila…” he warned.

“Whatever. You know I’m right,” she said snootily. “I don’t know why you don’t just stand up for yourself already.”

I gawked at the girl, then I gawked at Dean. She was a
massive bitch. And he was just taking it. What the hell? I was with Matt on this one. Dean really needed to grow some balls.

I studied Kaeli as she waltzed back in with Mia, Jace and Aiden, remembering the slightly glazed look she’d gotten in her eyes when she’d looked over my tatts the night before. That’s what Dean needed. Not Kaeli, but someone who’d look at him like that.

That’s what every man needed. And I had it. I didn’t know how, but I was fucking taking it.

Chapter 63

Kaeli

I was officially the happiest girl in the world. Well, I didn’t really have the papers to prove it, but I just knew it
was true.

The night had
gone just like I’d always hoped my graduation night would. Great friends, good laughs, happy memories, and an amazing boyfriend. I knew the last part wasn’t exactly official either, but to me that’s exactly what he was.

He’d been
so good with my friends. He fit in just like he was supposed to be there, finding a place with the guys with no problem at all. Especially Matt for some reason.

Corey had been a little funny when I’d introduced them, which unfortunately led to some questions being asked to me later
where I had to tell Noah I’d kind of kissed Corey that night I’d gotten drunk. I didn’t think he’d been too pleased about that, and although he didn’t say anything, I did notice he made sure there was always a distance between me and wherever Corey was after that.

Although he’d been more subdued
at the party than he had been during our ride over to Mia’s, I could feel that same intensity slowly coming out again as we drove back to his apartment. It seemed to heat the air around us, making it crackle with electricity.

Those words he’d spoken to me when he’d picked me up echoed in my head, taunting me.
The thought of him taking me, possessing me, was driving me insane.

He didn’t speak as he
clasped my hand and led me towards the lift. He didn’t look at me either. I got the feeling that he was trying to hold himself back. As soon as we stepped into his apartment, I thought he’d turn all that locked up energy my way, but instead, he let go of my hand and moved towards the kitchen.

I frowned, not really sure what was going on. He seemed a little uptight about something and I was beginning to think it was me. Following him, I stopped beside the counter and assessed him.

“What’s going on?”

He looked up at me then, surprise splashed across his features. “What do you mean?”

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re avoiding me.”

“No, I’m not. I brought you to my apartment didn’t I?”

He looked genuinely confused, but I still knew what I was feeling from him. “Don’t bullshit me, Noah. Something’s going on and if you don’t tell me what it is, I’m going to get crabby.”

His lips twitched a little, but the troubled darkness in his eyes remained.

We stared at each other in silence for a long time, the air around us quickly starting to heat and spark, building with that deep intensity I’d been longing for all night.

“Noah,” I said, not at all surprised by the sultry sound of my voice. “I want you.
”

Pain flashed through his eyes. “I can’t give you what you want right now, Kaeli. I’m too keyed up.”

“It doesn’t matter. I want
you
. No matter what you are. It doesn’t always have to be romantic, Noah. I want it all.”

His eyes narrowed and darkened, a calculating edge creeping into his gaze.
“Are you sure about that?”

I felt a flash of d
efiance sweep through me. “Yes. I want you to take me.”

Noah
growled. It was the hottest sound I’d ever heard. “Then you asked for it.”

Before I took my next breath, he reached out and pulled me
hard against him, claiming my mouth with an intensity that’d been building for way too long.

He took his ti
me, exploring me, but in no way was he gentle about it. And I didn’t want him to be. I was too far gone for soft and sweet. I needed him to consume me.

His hands tightened on my hips, his
tongue stroking against mine, forceful and demanding, licking and tasting. Then he firmly bit down on my bottom lip before sucking it between his and soothing it with his tongue.

I
moaned into his mouth, my hands clenching in his hair, tugging hard on the longer strands, encouraging him to go a little harder.

Thankfully, he took the hint, and with rough hands he
grabbed for the hem of my dress, yanking it up above my stomach, dragging his fingers across my bare skin, stroking me from the base of my back to the undersides of my breasts. Over and over again.

My whole body was aching. Aching for his touch. Aching for him to fill me. I stroked my tongue against his, loving the way the little metal ball felt as he licked and teased
. Soft and hard.

Noah growled against my mouth, the vibration traveling through me, making me crazy. One of his hands moved to grab my ass, thrusting me harder against him, then the other wrapped firmly around the long strands of my hair. With a firm pull, he leveraged my head back, breaking our kiss and exposing my neck to him.

I gasped at the suddenness of it, then moaned, and he gripped my hair tighter. His breath was rough and ragged against my throat. I wanted his mouth there. I wanted him to make me his. Tilting my head back with his grasp, I silently begged him to take me.

The second h
is teeth lightly grazed over my flesh, I cried out with relief, then shivered as he soothed it with his tongue and sucked.

It was insane. So many sensations were charging through me I could hardly keep up. Soft. Hard. Pleasure. Pain. Combined, it sent my head spinning and my need for him way past breaking point.

Noah must’ve reached the same place I had, because in the next moment, he grabbed my dress and ripped it over my head, too impatient to even tend to the zipper.

Just as impatient, I grabbed for
his shirt, but he pushed my hands away before I could get to it, reaching over his shoulder to tear it off himself. Then in one swift move, he picked me up and strode through the door to his bedroom, throwing me down on his bed.

Crawling above
me, he unclasped my bra, dragging it down my arms agonizingly slow and teasing, until my chest was bared to him. I writhed under his watchful gaze, panting and arching, pleading with my eyes for him to touch me.

H
e didn’t.

With hands firmly placed on the bed either side of
me, he leaned forward, his mouth only a fraction of an inch from my straining nipples. I whimpered. He breathed.

As the warmth of his
breath caressed my skin, I moaned. “Oh god, Noah!”

Noah
growled. “Say it again,” he demanded, breathing on me again.

Holy shit that was hot.
“Noah! Please, Noah…”

He
grinned, and I realized this was just what he needed. Me. Begging. Screaming his name.

Leaning
forward, he very slowly ran the tip of his tongue over my nipple. A garbled, non-coherent noise erupted from me and I instinctively grabbed handfuls of his hair, needing to clutch him to me.

He immediately pulled back out of my
reach and shook his head at me before grabbing my hands and pulling them up over my head. With firm hands, he pushed them into the mattress near the bed head.

“
Your hands stay there,” he said, his voice gruff and oh so freaking sexy.

My body was singing with sensation. It was achy and needy, and I wanted him to make it better. Still writhing and groaning from the sound of his voice, I felt him watching me. My hands inched downwards, needing to feel.

He growled. “Kaeli. Hands.”

My
gaze snapped up, oh too willing to listen to that voice of authority, and I slowly slid my hands higher, threading my fingers around the slats of the bed frame.

“Good girl.”

Heat flared with his approval. Panting, I watched him slowly lower himself, his arms straining, and the hard cords of his muscles bulging and tightening. In one long stroke, he ran his tongue over my other nipple, breathing over the wetness, making it harden and beg for more.

Then
he did it again, and again, alternating between the two, until I was whimpering and writhing and crying out his name.

My body had never felt so alive. Every single nerve ending felt like a live wire, tingling and pulsing, searching for something to find it and sooth it.

He took my nipple again, but this time he sucked it into his mouth. Hard. Swirling his tongue around it, gently biting and laving before starting the process all over again.

“Noah, please
,” I begged. “I need you. Please…”

I saw his gaze shoot up to where my hands were gripping the head board before he
slowly started to move downward, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to the little bow on my panties.

When his mouth was level with
the black lace edge, he paused, breathing hot and heavy against me. It was like pleasure and torture at the same time. Both my head and my body was in constant turmoil, loving this teasing, forceful, domineering side of Noah, but needing his touch at the same time

I’d never actually thought about what it would be like to have sex with a dominant man before. Not that N
oah was as dominant as some of my book boyfriends, but damn if I wasn’t loving every second of it.

As he slowly peeled the panties from my body, I had to focus on keeping my hands still or I was going to reach for him. It was like a compulsion. I loved the feel of his skin under my hands. It did things to my insides.

Secretly, I wondered what he would do if I disobeyed. Would he cuff me? Strangely, the thought excited me. Maybe I would ask him if he could one day.

All thoughts slipped from my mind and his hot breath tingled over the insides of my thighs. I was dying to know what that piercing would feel like against me. It was driving me crazy.

The second his tongue slid over my clit, a shudder travelled all the way through my veins. It was like my whole body exhaled in a glorious breath of ecstasy.

Gripping the headboard tighter, I arched my back, moving against his tongue.

“Oh, Noah…” I breathed, knowing he loved hearing the sound of his name on my lips.

If I was to be honest, after having to bite my tongue to stop myself from saying his fake name, and then not knowing his real name at all, I loved saying it. A lot.

His fingers gripped my hips tighter in response, almost making me smile. Almost. But not really, because that piercing against my clit was somehow altering my mind, making one thought quickly flicker to another before it even had a chance to manifest itself.

He twirled his tongue again and again, circling over my clit in a steady rhythmic beat.

I strained against my imaginary restraints, pushing my hips higher, my body coiling, tightening, building a tension so crushing I was starting to think I might not survive the fall.

But then it was too late, and I was falling, with no way of stopping and no
idea how I was going to survive.

I screamed, lost in sensations and emotions, confused and disorientated. But then rough hands were grabbing me and I found myself being flipped onto my stomach.

“Don’t move your hands,” Noah barked.

I readjusted my grip so my wrists weren’t twisted, gasping when Noah grabbed my hips, lifting me up so my chest was pressed against the mattress and my ass was sticking in the air. I felt him shift behind me. Heard the sound of rustling clothes. Then he was
forcing his thigh between mine, pushing my legs apart.