Razing Kayne (21 page)

TWENTY-TWO

Thursday morning found a sleep-deprived Kayne responding to a fully engulfed vehicle
fire.

After he'd fucked Jess against the wall—and there was no other word to use but fucked—he'd
gathered her tightly in his arms and carried her to bed. He'd spent the rest of the
night making it up to her. Waking time and again, his cock throbbing painfully as
if he hadn't just been buried balls-deep inside her a short while before.

Sometimes their lovemaking was slow and gentle, other times it consumed them, but
every time it had been totally uninhibited. He'd never felt that free in his life.
And this morning, as he stood under a hot shower trying to force
himself
into consciousness, he was still hard. At least, until she shyly accepted his offer
and stepped into the shower with him, proceeding to make him very late for work.

Every moment of missed sleep had been worth it, knowing Jess had finally gained some
confidence in her sexuality.
Yeah, right that's why you fucked her like a sex deprived frat-boy all night long.
Purely altruistic on his part.
Liar.
Yes he was, and figured he'd just have to work twice as hard at pleasing her tonight
as penance.

Now, here he was rolling up on a freshly extinguished car fire. Of course, one of
the firemen on-scene had to be the belligerent hose-monkey. That managed to wipe the
Cheshire
Cat
grin right off Kayne’s face and erase any lingering arousal.

When Kayne tried to talk to him, Cody walked right past as if Kayne weren't even there.
Fine.
If the asshole didn't want to talk business, Kayne would address what he really wanted
to discuss. “I hear Tiffany has to miss the Daddy-Daughter camp-out tomorrow night
because Buck can't take her and you won’t.”

That got a reaction. Cody turned on Kayne, his voice full of menace
.
“She’s none of your goddamned business.”  .

Kayne ignored Cody’s anger and pushed forward. “Maddy really wants her to go with
us.”

“Jess is letting you take Maddy somewhere alone?” He laughed like he thought that
was the craziest thing he’d ever heard
.

“I'm taking all three of my girls, actually. I'd take Tiffany too, if you'd let me.”

“Not a chance in Hellsgate!” Cody shot.

Kayne rolled his eyes at Cody's flippant response. Hellsgate being the name of the
wilderness area just east of Payson in which they'd be camping.

“Look, Cody, I'd really like us to call a truce. There's no reason we can't get along
for the sake of the kids’ friendship, if nothing else. Tiffany mentioned you have
the time off. Why don't you two come with us?”
And where the hell did that idea just come from?

“You want me to go out into the woods camping with you?” Cody shook his head.
Laughed.

Kayne couldn't help but chuckle at Cody's unspoken insinuation. “There will be witnesses,
Cody.”

Cody spread his arms wide, palms up.
His expression one of sarcastic disbelief.
“Why?”

Kayne looked at the toe of his boots, rubbed the back of his neck
.
“Damned if I know.” Probably sleep deprivation and warm fuzzy hormones from spending
half the night inside his wife. Shaking off that thought, Kayne came up with an answer
he could voice.
“Because you've turned your back on everyone who loves you.
I know what it's like to feel like you've lost the one thing that mattered.”

Cody’s face turned an angry red. “You don't know anything about me, or what I have
or
haven't
lost.”

“I know you're angry, and you’re hurt. Look, if you don't want anything to do with
your daughter, while it’s tragic, that's your choice. But don't hurt her in an attempt
to spite me. Let her come have fun with her best friend.”

“You might want to worry more about your pending death investigation than how I choose
to interact with Tiffany.”

“What death—” Kayne stopped mid-sentence and took a good look at the car. Joe Sutton
stood next to it, striking a Vanna White pose
.
What Kayne had initially mistaken as no more than a mangled driver's seat was in fact,
a charred body.
Unbelievable
.
Joe had the nerve to laugh outright.

Kayne pulled out his notebook and flipped to a blank page.
“Any idea of the cause?”
 

Joe scratched his jaw thoughtfully then looked at Kayne. “Fuel and a heat source,”
he said deadpan.

Kayne looked heavenward. “God, what did I do to deserve this shit?”

Joe’s expression turned serious. He glanced at Cody then back to Kayne. “One of these
days, you're going to be glad I'm around.” 

The prophetic nature of the statement sent a chill down Kayne’s spine. “No offense,
Joe, but I hope to God I never need you for anything other than a friend.”

“Amen, to that.” Joe slapped him on the back. “Take care, and watch your back.” He
glanced at Cody again.

***

“Kayne, this is a really bad idea. What were you thinking?” Jess spoke softly as he
loaded camping gear into the back of his extended cab truck Friday afternoon. She'd
helped him get everything ready the previous night so that when he came home this
afternoon he could change and leave the moment Maddy arrived home from school.

Her argument wasn't about the camping trip, but the invitation he'd extended to Cody.
The belligerent hose-monkey—as Kayne liked to call him—had stepped out to retrieve
gear from his own truck so they could ride together. She wasn't sure which was more
surprising—that Kayne had extended the invitation, or that Cody had accepted. Either
way it spelled trouble with a capital
T
.

“Maddy was upset because Tiffany was upset. I honestly didn't think he'd accept, but
I'm not going to tell him he can't come now. That would break Tiffany's little heart.”

Man, even Tiffany had Kayne wrapped around her little finger almost as tightly as
Gracie did. He might be all hard planes and rough angles on the outside, but he had
a nice gooey soft center. Which Jess had discovered for
herself
Wednesday night. She’d never imagined sex could be that hot. She'd truly thought
that it was simply relegated to the land of fiction, but Kayne had blown that
theory,
and her mind in the process.
Multiple times.

“Baby, you keep rubbing my belly like that, and the genie is gonna want to come out
of the lamp and play.” Kayne’s gravelly voice had her looking down at her hand as
it traced the raised lettering written low across his T-shirt.

Feeling a little
wicked,
Jess reached up and ran a hand down his chest, intentionally grazing a flat male
nipple hidden behind his shirt, before continuing down to his belt buckle.

He grabbed her hand when she tried to stroke him again, then leaned in and whispered
against her ear, “I like that you touch me.”

He had to know by now that the feel of his hot breath whispering across her neck
made her nipples pucker. Sure enough—the rat was eying them appreciatively. Even through
her bra and sundress their arousal was visible.

“I love the way you respond to me.” He molded a palm over her breast and gently kneaded.
He thumbed her nipple even as he suckled her neck right over her pulse point.

Jessica angled her head, offering her neck up in surrender. He growled in response.
He threaded one hand through her hair, cupping the back of her head, and wrapped his
other arm around her waist, pulling her roughly against him as he spun them both around
.
Suddenly, her back was up against cold hard steel.

That skillful mouth of his worked its way down her shoulder and across her collar
bone.
The hand in her hair entrapped her to his will, while his free hand roamed her body,
caressing, kneading,
plucking
first one, then the other nipple, until they were hard and achy
.
But it wasn't until he took her left nipple into his mouth that she realized he'd
undone the first few buttons of her sun dress and the front clasp of her bra.

And then his knee was pushing between hers, his hand cupping her ass, pulling her
sensitive flesh tight against the hard ridge of thigh muscles. He captured her moan
with a hot hungry kiss.
Rocked his cock against her hip.
Before she knew it, he was backing her into the empty utility room and kicking the
door closed.

“I can't wait until tomorrow night.” His voice was raw.
Desperate.

God, that was so hot.

She loved the fact that he lost control and had to have her right that second. Shove
her skirt up, rip her panties off, free
himself
and fuck her against the wall.
Right.
Now.
Hot
!
Knowing that he couldn’t get inside of her fast enough nearly brought tears to her
eyes.
She felt wanted for the first time in her life
.

Knowing she would sleep alone tonight, combined with the thrill of sneaking off to
some dimly lit closet had her so turned on she didn't even hesitate to kick off her
sandals, hike up her skirt, and strip her panties, letting them fall around her ankles.
She felt Kayne fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper, and all the while, he continued
to kiss her. Thrusting his tongue behind her teeth, tangling with hers, sucking, imitating
the way his cock would fill her core.

“Right.
Now,” he groaned. He cupped her ass, lifted her, and pressed her against the heavy
wooden door
.

Jess wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. “Please.” She wasn’t
above begging at this point. She desperately wanted to feel him lose control.

He paused and dipped a finger into her wetness. She shuddered in response. Oh God,
she was so ready she nearly came when his finger slid through her wet folds and brushed
against her clit. Her sex clenched, seeking the feel of hot velvety steel.

With a lusty groan of approval, Kayne replaced his hand with his thick shaft and guided
himself into her, rocking his hips, pressing deeper and deeper with each move, until
he’d entered
her to the hilt.
“Always so tight, baby.”
He sucked in oxygen as if he were running a marathon. “You okay?”

“Yes.” She threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling his lips to hers. She kissed
him hard, before pulling away.
“Move.
Now.”

He flashed
her a
startled grin.
“So demanding.”

Jess captured his bottom lip, sinking her teeth in until he hissed. She licked the
sting away. Jess met his smoldering gaze.
“
Now.
”

“Like this?” He rocked slowly against her.
Staying deep.
Teasing.

“Please.” She buried her face in his neck, fighting tears. She didn’t know how to
deal with the emotions she was feeling. It felt like so much more than sex when he
was like this.

“Or like this?” He flexed his hips, pulling most of the way out before plunging back
in balls deep.

Electricity shot through her from the delicious friction of that deep hard stroke.
“Kayne.”
His name ripped from her lungs, an involuntary sob.

He did it again and paused. She felt his body trembling, or was that hers? “Do you
like it deep like
that
, or maybe this?” He withdrew and gave her several shallow strokes.

She shuddered. “Yes!
Anything.
Everything!”

He drove deep again, and suddenly she was right there on the edge. “Don’t stop! Please!”

“Never.”
  For a moment, he pistoned into her with hard heavy strokes, and she could do little
more than hold on tight and bask in the glorious sensations.

Then he shifted, and his strokes became short and frantic, all finesse gone. There
was only a big cat taking his mate. Sleek and powerful, every muscle quivering with
unleashed desire.
The primal need to mark, to claim, to possess.

Jess was consumed by the fire raging within her. Felt the need to crawl under his
skin and burrow deep. Again and again he filled her, his thick cock stretching her
tight, its head kissing the entrance to her womb with each heavy thrust, rubbing that
sensitive nub with each drag.

Her pending orgasm climbed and climbed, and she fought her way from the edge, not
wanting the sweet torture to end
.

“Come for me, baby. I can feel you right there. Come,” he commanded the second time
and drew heavily on her left nipple, slamming her into orgasm.

Jess clung to Kayne as her body shuddered and convulsed around him. She buried her
face in the crook of his neck, scored his skin with her teeth, marking him as she
tried to muffle her cry of release. His body convulsed as he let loose his own strangled
roar.