“Mine. All fucking mine,” he hisses, grabbing my shoulder to pin me down. “You belong to me, Kiera. Like I belong to you. Nothing will change that.”
“No, no, nothing can change it, baby. I belong to you, Killian.”
Roaring, he comes hard, biting at my shoulder as he pins me down to take every rope he jerks inside of me. I take it. I want it. I want him to use me, to take me, claim me, leave those marks on my skin, fill me with his cum, whatever he needs to know what I just swore is the absolute truth.
I belong to him—and nothing can change that, even if I try.
Chapter Eight
Killian
Kiera is the best thing that ever happened to me—and I don’t think I get to keep her.
It’s been almost a month since I saved her in the surf. Days and nights of completing her to-do list have made for the best time. I am teaching her to surf, which she is a natural at, she is teaching me how to cook, and we’ve gone on a dozen adventures together since this started.
I have made love to her in the ocean, in the shower, in my bed, in the jeep, out in the open, anywhere she will let me have her. I cannot keep my hands off her, which seems fine with her, since she can’t keep her greedy hands off me either.
“Behave,” I tell her, as we sit on a board, her mouth kissing a path down my throat. My greedy little thing knows once she puts her mouth on me, I am ten toes down to bury myself inside her and get lost in the bliss we find together.
“Behave, he said,” she mocks me, biting playfully at my shoulder. “He always tells me to be a good girl.”
Laughing, I slid my hands up and down her thighs as they bracket mine. I do not tell her to be a good girl. I very often beg her to be a bad girl, in fact. I can never say no to her, but she rarely says no to me either. If I told her to come sit on my cock on this board so I could fuck her while we wait for a wave, she would do it. Not just because I want it, but because she wants it too.
If it were just that, if this was just hunger, greedy need, then it would be fine. I could breathe when I think about the summer ending. But it is a hell of a lot more than having a summer fling with some hot bird who comes to town. I am doing everything I can to convince her this can be her home.
“We going for tacos later?” she wonders, kissing the bitemarks she left on my shoulder.
“We are. The best fish tacos in Sunset Springs, just as I promised. Let’s get a wave or two in before we go stuff our faces.”
“Hmm, you can stuff my face,” she taunts, her hand sneaking out to grasp my cock, making it hard with just a touch.
“After we catch some waves, butbeforetacos,” I tease back, my hand joining hers to rub my hard-on.
Laughing, she kisses my neck, making my heart stutter in my chest. Jesus, when she is dirty, it turns me on until it hurts. But when she is soft and sweet, telling me secrets in the dark or letting me cross off another of her wish list things, I fall for her a little more. It has been the best summer of my life, but I am terrified the sun is going down on our time together.
Anytime I talk about what comes next, where she sees herself after summer, she remains vague. I cannot get her to commit to being here longer than a few months. There is no way I can ask her to make the move here, even if she has nothing to go back to in True Ridge.
“Stop thinking so loud,” she whispers, kissing my ear gently.
“How much do we have on that list of yours, Kiera?”
“Hard to say. You know I add something to it almost every single day.”
Turning on the board, I frown at her in confusion. No, Idid notknow she had been adding to it. This is good news. If we keep working on that list, she will stay here to mark it all off. I have busted my ass getting that list done with her. If there is still plenty to do on it, maybe I have more time.
“You have? What sort of things?”
“Lots of things. Mostly with you. Going on a hot-air balloon. Play beach volleyball. Doing the list with you makes it better, makes it count.”
This puts that caged beast inside of me at ease. For now, at least. Talking about crossing more things off that list even whileshe keeps adding to it is good. It means she is not ready to leave Sunset Springs. If I can keep adding to that list of hers, I might get her to stay here for good.
We ride a few waves, me keeping her steady as I hold her close, her laughing when I try to kiss her and we wipeout. In the water, I kiss her deep and hard, even as the waves crash down on us. I can’t get enough of her. She is my new addiction. The thing I need a hit of a taste of, every single day, even more than being on the water.
“Didn’t you say you had clients today, baby?” she asks as we sit on the board facing each other, my hands all over her.
“Yeah,” I sigh as I glance towards the beach as the sun sits high in the skies overhead. “Quite a few. Which is good. I just...I rather be here with you.”
Cocking her head at me, she slides closer on the board. “Killian, I am here. Right here, with you. I am not going anywhere. I am not going to take you from your business. I want you to get that shop. You deserve it, Brody deserves it.”
