“I might be impulsive,” she said, tearing open the foil and putting the condom on him with only a few easy touches. “But I’m not stupid. I keep them in my purse.”
Devon made a mental note to sing the praises of preparedness later. After they’d exhausted both themselves and her entire stash of condoms. “Come here.”
She pressed against him in reply, unabashedly naked. He gripped her waist, his hands wide and rough on her skin, and he laid her back on the mattress. Kylie parted her legs, knotting her arms around his rib cage to pull him close. The head of his cock brushed her pussy, the wet heat sending a bolt of raw want sailing all the way through him, and Devon was done resisting. He thrust into her body, driving deep in one hard stroke.
And then he lost his mind. Or maybe he found it, because truly, he’d never wanted to hold onto something so badly in his life.
A moan slipped past Kylie’s parted lips. “Oh, God, Devon.”
Her inner muscles squeezed around his cock, her hips beginning to move in a deliberate glide, and he was powerless to do anything but meet it. He pulled away, just slightly, before thrusting back between her legs, the sweet pressure of her pussy gripping him tight as she stretched to take him completely. But the want was too dark, the need too urgent, and within seconds, he’d foregone every slow, sensual thing he knew Kylie deserved in favor of fucking her, hard and fast and deep.
But she was no wallflower. Kylie met every thrust with a moan, digging her fingers into his shoulders, fucking him back even faster. She was gorgeous and wild, her tawny hair tangled over her face, pale skin covered with the sexy sheen of her exertion as they pounded together over and again. Her pussy was so tight, so hot and slick around the heavy hardness of his cock that his control flickered, threatening to short out.
Devon knelt between her legs, flattening his palms over the silk of her inner thighs to spread her wide. Kylie’s stare glittered between them, landing on the spot where his cock slid into her sex-slicked pussy, and he gave in to the dark, deep urge to make her come. Without breaking the rhythm of their hips, Devon moved one hand from her thigh, burying his thumb against her clit.
Her nails curved into his wrists, the sting all pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her hips jerking upward to chase the movement of his fingers on her clit. “Please, just…”
The rest broke from Kylie’s throat on a cry. Her back arched, her body bowstring tight with the power of her climax as she came apart beneath him.
“That’s it, baby. Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” Devon whispered, covering her body with his to let the words fall over her skin and into her hair. He kissed her, searching for God only knew what, and a moment later, she began to move again. Dark pleasure uncurled at the base of Devon’s spine, and he moved with her, thrust for thrust. Kylie dropped her hands to the comforter, curling the fabric in tight fists and locking her ankles around his hips to hold him deep inside.
Too close. Too perfect. Too much. He anchored his hands beside her on the mattress, pumping relentlessly as his orgasm razored up from his balls, the release so strong that it bordered on pain. Filling her to the hilt, his breath turned into her name, tumbling past his lips over and over as he came hard enough to see stars.
For a minute, an hour—fuck, it could’ve been a month—there was nothing but him and Kylie. Then Devon filtered back to the motel room, detail by detail, bit by bit. After a quick trip to the bathroom to deal with the condom, he returned to the bed, the reality of what they’d done, what he’d done, already spinning up in his mind.
But Kylie just pulled back the covers, reaching out to him with a warm, lazy smile, and his unease became something else entirely.
“We’re safe here, right?” she asked. “For a couple of hours?”
“Yeah.” Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he slid into the bed next to her and wrapped her in his arms. “I’ve got you, Kylie. You’re safe. I swear.”
Devon had never meant anything more. Even if he had to die to prove it.
7
Kylie slipped the last of her toiletries into her purse, giving her reflection one final look in the smudgy glass over the bathroom sink. The drastic change in her appearance still felt surreal, as if she were looking into a trick mirror that spit back someone else’s image entirely.
Although between the life and death danger she’d endured last night, the impromptu hair hack, and the undeniable post-sex glow lighting up every corner of her face, the concept of Kylie being a totally different person than yesterday really wasn’t much of a stretch.
“You almost ready?”
Devon’s voice was quiet and serious, just as he’d been since they’d woken up from their power nap twenty minutes ago. Between their pair of fast showers and the couple of protein bars they’d thrown back while packing up the room, she and Devon hadn’t had much of a chance to exchange more conversation than was necessary. But even though sleeping with him had been impulsive, Kylie had no regrets, and she’d be damned if she’d let him crawl back into that rough, gruff shell of his just because she was his buddy’s little sister and they’d had some really hot, really consensual sex.
Holy mother of God, the sex had been incendiary.
“Yeah. Listen, Devon.” She paused to follow him over the threshold and into the main room, the sight of the rumpled bedsheets sending a bloom of involuntary heat between her legs. “Before we go, I just want to make sure we’re good.”
His shoulders tightened just a fraction beneath the black cotton of his T-shirt, but the look on his face betrayed nothing. “Of course. I’ll do whatever’s necessary to keep you safe.”
“I know,” Kylie said, her answer both automatic and truthful. “That’s not what I mean, though. I want to make sure we’re good. Me and you.”
For a minute, then two, Devon stood completely quiet in front of her. But then he surprised the hell out of her with, “I owe your brother a lot, Kylie. I wanted this”—he broke off to meet her stare, gesturing between them with one hand—“I want it still. But there’s more to it than me and you.”
“No, there isn’t.” Kylie’s heart squeezed, but she closed the space between them with certainty. “Right now, this is only me and you.”
He opened his mouth—to argue, if his hard-edged expression was any indication—but she cupped her hands around his face, cutting him off before he could start.
“Look, I don’t have a crystal ball. I don’t know what will happen between us, and I get that you and Kellan are tight. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want this in the here and now. So, what do you say we just keep moving across the country and take things as they come without feeling guilty?”
