Nailed (18 page)

“You know what to do.”

She wrapped her hand around it and immediately it began to stiffen.

This was so strange, kneeling in front of him, anger still emanating from him. But she knew no amount of talking would fix what had happened, and she had no idea what she would say anyway.

*   *   *

Kane’s eyes closed as River’s hand stroked his cock. His heart pounded as the blinding pain of Will’s betrayal—and hers—continued to pulse through him, but her fingers around his cock transformed the pain into something else. Her hand glided his length, his cock growing within her grip. Need pulsed through him. To be in her mouth.

“Suck it,” he growled.

Immediately, she took him between her lips. He almost groaned at the feel of his cockhead fully immersed in the warmth of her mouth. He just wanted to forget what he’d seen. To lose himself in these new sensations.

He coiled his hand in her hair and drew her forward, filling her. Need pulsed through him at the feel of her heat totally surrounding him.

Then he let her draw back again.

“Faster,” he commanded.

She responded by increasing the rhythm. Her hand found his balls and she stroked as her mouth took him again and again.

He was getting close. In moments, he would spew inside her.

But he didn’t want that. He tugged her head back, and pulled her to her feet.

“Strip.”

She looked at him hesitantly, but at his hard gaze, she started unbuttoning her top. It was too slow. He grabbed the sides of the shirt and ripped it open, her buttons scattering, then pushed it down her shoulders. She let it drop to the floor, then quickly unfastened her jeans and pushed them down.

“All of it,” he demanded as she stood in her purple bra and panties, gazing at him uncertainly.

She shed the feminine scraps of lace and now stood before him naked. His heart pounded and his cock ached to be inside her.

He dropped his pants and boxers, never tearing his gaze from her. Her nipples were puckered and hard. Her exposed pussy set him on fire. He needed to drive his aching cock into her right now.

To claim her as his own.

He dragged her to him and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, backing her up to the wall. But he could imagine he tasted Will on her lips and that sent a new surge of rage through him. When he released her mouth, he couldn’t stand looking at her, knowing she had betrayed him, so he spun her around, pushing her hard against the wall, then glided his hard, aching cock between her thighs.

Fuck, her slickness glazed his shaft.

But was it for him, or because of Will?

*   *   *

Kane’s big body held River tight to the wall, her breasts crushed against the cool surface, her cheek hard against it. The feel of his cock gliding over her wet slit made her heart pump faster.

Oh, God, she wanted him inside her. Even as angry as he was. He pressed his cockhead to her opening, and then drove into her. Hard.

She gasped. His body crushed her against the wall, and then he drew back.

Then he surged forward again.

Her insides vibrated with need.

He drew back and thrust again. Then again.

He took her fast and hard, his powerful shaft pounding into her over and over.

Wild, primal pleasure surged through her. Pulsing through her veins like liquid fire.

His mouth found her neck and he nipped, making her gasp.

Then he erupted inside her, groaning. The fountain of heat within her depths threw her over the edge. She wailed her release as he kept driving into her.

She was still trapped against the wall by his big body. She could feel his heart thumping against her.

It felt like they stood there forever, their bodies joined. Their heartbeats in sync.

Finally, he pulled away. His cock slid from inside her and she ached at the emptiness.

Then he just walked away. She heard a door close. When she finally pushed herself from the wall, her knees were rubbery. She picked up her clothes and pulled them on, then picked up his discarded pants and folded them, then set them on the chair.

Oh, God, she didn’t want to think about the repercussions of that one kiss between her and Will. She didn’t even understand how it had happened, but now she was afraid that Kane and Will would lose even more than they already had.

Would Kane end their friendship for good?

And as much as she cared about that, her heart ached even more for herself, because she knew that she would never be more to Kane than his fake wife, there for sexual release and societal propriety. He would never actually love her.

Which was all the worse because, deep inside, she knew she was in love with him.

*   *   *

River went out to the pool and retrieved the boxes of polish she and Will had left there. It was getting dark out now. It took a couple of trips to bring them in and she set them on a shelf Kane had cleared away for that purpose in the big walk-in closet in the hallway. She cleared the dishes and tidied up, ensuring the wine bottle was out of sight in the recycle bin, and generally making sure there was no sign that Will had been here.

She glanced around, unsure what to do now. She didn’t want to sit in the living room on her own, knowing Kane might just reappear, wanting to talk. She just couldn’t face that right now. And she couldn’t face climbing into bed with him.

So she went to the guest room and undressed, then climbed into bed. When she woke up in the morning, Kane was gone again. The master bedroom door was open and she saw his suitcase laying open on the love seat by the fireplace. She hung up his suits and put his other clothes in the hamper, then put the suitcase away.

She spent the day making more nail polish, but ensured everything was cleaned up by five o’clock, and then started making dinner. She just made a simple chicken casserole. She didn’t know how to make the fancy food he was probably used to, but it was her best recipe.

When he finally arrived, she glanced at him nervously, but he just disappeared into the bedroom and changed. When he returned in nice jeans and a sage-green casual shirt, he looked heart-meltingly handsome.

“I was going to suggest we eat out,” he said casually, “but I take it you’ve made something for dinner.”

The aroma of the chicken wafted from the kitchen.

“It’s just a casserole. Nothing fancy.”

“It’ll be fine.”

When she served dinner, he ate a good portion and commended her on it, but mostly they hardly spoke. Afterward, when she cleared away the dishes, he sat in the living room and turned his focus to his tablet, probably reading the news.

She wasn’t really sure what to do with herself, still not used to being in this place. Will had shown her how to access the WiFi, so she opened her laptop and put headphones on and watched a movie on Netflix.

“River?”

She dragged her gaze from the movie, which was nearing the end, to see Kane standing before her.

“I’m going to bed.”

She gazed at him, not sure what he wanted her to say.

“Let’s get this straight,” he continued. “You’ll be sleeping in the master bedroom with me tonight.” He held out his hand to her.

“The movie’s almost over,” she hazarded.

“You can finish it tomorrow.”

She drew in a breath and shut down the app, then closed her laptop. As Kane’s hand closed around hers and he led her to the bedroom, her heart started to pound.

Even though their marriage wasn’t the real thing, the short time he’d been gone had seemed interminable, and the angry sex they’d shared yesterday had left her wanting … needing … to feel some closeness with him.

Once in the bedroom, he turned to her, then slowly and purposefully stripped away her top and jeans. While she stood in her bra and panties, he stripped off his own clothes, and then lay down on the bed. He wrapped his hand around his semi-erect cock and watched her.

“Take off the rest for me.”

She watched his hand glide the length of his shaft as she reached behind herself and released the hooks on her bra, and then slowly eased the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. His cock grew harder under his stroking hand, now a tall tower of rigid flesh. She dropped her bra to the floor, watching his indigo eyes darken.

Then she pushed down her panties. Now totally naked, she walked toward the bed. He released his erection and held out his hand. When she took it, he drew her onto the bed and over him.

She ached for him, wanting the big cock inside her. She settled her body over him and grasped his hot, hard flesh, then guided it to her slick opening.

He hadn’t even touched her and she was wet with need. She lowered herself, his thick shaft stretching her as it filled her up. She couldn’t help moaning as she glided down his hard erection.

She sat staring at him, their gazes locked.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Make me come,” he said.

Oh, God, his words … the heat in his eyes …

She was burning up with need. She started to move on him, the feel of his thick cockhead stroking her insides overwhelming. She squeezed him, groaning at the intense pleasure.

“Show me how much you want me,” he murmured.

She rose and fell faster, his cock gliding within her.

She did want him. She
needed
him. Deep inside her. Surging into her body.

Making her tremble.

She bounced up and down, taking him deeper and faster. His breathing quickened and his eyes blazed with a reflection of her own need.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” she blurted, the sweet joy coiling inside her, suddenly swelling.

“Yes, sweetheart. Do it. Come for me.”

His hands grasped her hips and guided her faster. Joyful sensations skittered along her nerve endings and she sucked in a breath, then pleasure burst through her in an explosion of ecstasy. He groaned and she could feel him erupt inside her.

Finally, she collapsed against him. As soon as she caught her breath, she tried to shift to the side, the feel of her breasts against his hot, hard chest too much for her. But his arm tightened around her waist and she couldn’t move away.

After a moment, he pressed one hand to the small of her back and rolled onto his side, keeping her in his firm grasp, and turned out the bedside light. They lay in the darkness, her body tight to his … and his cock still buried inside her. In fact, it was still hard.

She lay in the dark, lulled by his closeness, resisting the urge to squeeze him inside her. But he lay silently and after a while she dozed off.

*   *   *

River awoke to a heady heat, feeling his big cock moving inside her. Just slow, short strokes at first. She murmured and her arms slid around him. He nuzzled her neck and his hard flesh glided deeper. His strokes became longer. She moaned softly as her most sensitive flesh quivered at the steady invasion.

He rolled her onto her back and glided deeper still. She opened her legs wider, wrapping them around his waist, welcoming him inside. He groaned and thrust harder. The pace picked up speed, as did her breathing.

“Oh, it feels so good,” she murmured against his ear.

He moaned and thrust, hard and fast now. She gasped as he drilled deep into her.

“Yes. Please.” She pulled him tighter to her body. “More.”

He nipped her ear and she gasped again. “Come for me. I need to hear you come.”

His cock filled her again and again.

“Yes, I…” She hung on to him tightly as her body quivered with building anticipation. The pleasure swelled and … “Oh, Kane.” She gasped as she felt the pleasure consuming her. Then she catapulted over the edge. “I’m coming. Yesss.” She wailed her release, clinging to his shoulders as she shot into freefall.

She was barely aware of his body pounding against hers, and then he groaned, his hips grinding against her. Still moaning, she continued riding the wave of ecstasy, his cock continuing to fill her with pleasure.

Finally, his movements slowed and she sucked in air as she settled back to earth. He held her tightly, and rolled her back with him. She faded into sleep again in the warmth of his arms.

*   *   *

River felt a soft brush of lips against her cheek and murmured softly, barely awake. A moment later, she heard the soft bump of the bedroom door closing, and she realized that Kane’s strong arms were no longer around her, and the comfort of his warm solid body pressed to hers was gone.

Last night, they’d been so close and passionate. Intimate in a more emotional way somehow.

Vaguely the numbers on the clock—7:20—flashed in her brain before she dozed off again. Then her eyelids fluttered open and she glanced at the clock. It was 8:10. Kane would be leaving for the office soon. If he hadn’t already.

She wanted to see him before he left. It became an overwhelming need and she pushed aside the covers and grabbed her silk robe, then raced from the room. She hurried down the hall and didn’t see him in the living room or dining room. His briefcase wasn’t visible.

She hurried into the kitchen, and stopped when she saw him sitting at the table by the window, reading his tablet, his finger flicking across the screen. The memory of those fingers lingering over her body last night sent tremors through her.

She walked toward him and he glanced her way.

“Good morning,” he said. “I tried not to wake you.”

She didn’t answer, but reached for his tablet and took it from his hands and set it on the table. Then she slid in front of him, sitting on his lap, facing him. Her robe, which she’d barely taken time to tie, loosened and when he slid his arms around her, one glided under the robe around her waist. The feel of his fingers on her naked skin caused her nerve endings to spark in excitement. She captured his lips in a soft, gentle kiss, and then deepened it. His hand glided down her spine and flattened on her lower back and he drew her closer. Her insides melted with need. She wanted him inside her so badly.

“Kane, please forgive me for what happened.” She stared into his indigo eyes, seeking some sign of forgiveness. She stroked his cheek, freshly shaved and smooth. “I don’t ever want to hurt you, and I would never want to do anything to endanger our marriage.”