When I finally fit my cock all the way inside her, my balls resting against her ass, I looked down and stared at where we were joined. Groaning over the sight before me, her pussy flushed deep pink and glistening, stretching so perfectly around my thickness.
Every part of her fit me so perfectly.
It was something I’d known at sixteen, and that fact hadn’t abandoned me a single day since then.
Kenna and I fit, our bodies entwined and moving together as if we spoke the same language—one no one else understood. It wasn’t just her body—though that was something I’d get down on my knees and thank every deity in the world for—but her mind, too. Her spirit.
She fit me, and I fit her. And together, we were magic.
“Oh God,” Kenna breathed as I began moving, pulling back an inch before sinking even deeper inside.
Back and forth, I pumped into her, keeping pressure on her clit however I could manage. When I hit a particularly good spot inside her, she gasped, tossing her head back on the pillow as she cupped her breasts, her thumbs and forefingers plucking her nipples. Jesusfuck,the things this girl did to me.
“Christ, Kenna.” I groaned when she didn’t let up, her eyes locked on mine as she continued her torture. “That’s it. Play with your tits just like I would while I work this pussy over.”
She did just that, and soon enough, nonsensical words and mutterings tumbled from her lips, a string of incoherency that made me feel invincible. Incoherency wasn’t a trait she readily possessed, so damn right it made me feel like I was ten feet tall, a god of a man sent for only one thing—to provide her with pleasure she couldn’t get anywhere else. To give her the escape from her life she so desperately needed.
Gripping the backs of her thighs just under her ass, I let my thumbs play in her wetness, sliding them through her slick pussy and down to meet my driving cock as it fucked her without mercy.
I lifted my eyes to meet hers, finding them locked on me, her mouth parted and color high on her cheeks. Her hair was a mess around her head, fanned out on her pillow, her hands still cupping and playing with her breasts like I’d ordered.
There was so much there in her gaze—desire and lust, of course, but there was more. Love, maybe? Longing, definitely. For what, I didn’t know, because she had me. Body, heart, and soul, I was hers. Had always been, would always be.
When I pressed my thumb against her clit, she went off like a bomb, detonating around me, her pussy squeezing and milking the orgasm straight from my bones. With our eyes locked, I emptied inside her, her name on my lips as she came around me.
And a plea I couldn’t quite bring myself to vocalize that she need me as desperately as I did her.
I was leaving in eight days, and I couldn’t change that. But maybe, just maybe, this time, I could convince her to give us a chance. Because I couldn’t imagine living without her again. Not when I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that a love like ours was rare. Precious. Something to be protected and nourished.
I was willing to do that—was desperate to.
The only question was, was she?
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
HUDSON
I wokethe next morning to cold sheets and an empty bed. Kenna’s room was still dark, so it couldn’t have been past six a.m. I tossed back the sheets and pulled on my jeans before trekking downstairs in search of her.
“Kenna?” I scratched my rough jaw, looking around her small home for signs of life and finding none.
Maybe she was still too keyed up and went for a run. But then why wouldn’t she have woken me to join her?
Blowing out a sigh, I headed to the kitchen in search of coffee and found half a pot. In front of it lay a note in Kenna’s handwriting.
Hud,
Apparently the magic number for orgasms to bring on sleep is more than two. Headed to town hall so I won’t wake you.
Bracing my hands on the counter, I hung my head, staring down at the note. I knew she needed to feel useful to her family,because in some backward part of her brain, she didn’t see herself as that. Never mind all she did for them—hell, I’d just learned last night she taught fucking self-defense to one of her sisters.
She looked out for her nieces, making sure they were safe. She’d probably given Finn a run for his money when he’d finally come back into town, all because he’d hurt her sister. And I had no doubt there were dozens of other things she did, and yet she didn’t see her worth.
I was trying like hell not to read more into her disappearing act than what was in front of me, but it was damn hard not to feel like she was pulling away. With the date of my departure ticking closer and closer…and after what we’d shared last night?
It had been more than just a quick fuck and multiple orgasms for her. Iknewit had. And I also knew that’d scare the hell out of her, because what would she do when I was gone?
Well, I had an answer for that, if only the stubborn mule would just talk to me about her concerns. But if she wasn’t going to woman up and do so, then I’d have to make the first move.
