I couldn’t ignore his hardness or the way his muscles vibrated with need. In that moment, he was a saint. A man with a tied-up woman rubbing against his body and not using her. My trust layered with respect. He was good. He was kind. He was true.
We both panted as we turned frantic. There was no rhythm anymore—only debasing fake-fucking, rustling sheets, and creaking springs. As much as I despised what tonight represented, I couldn’t help the tiny flutter of desire unfurling thanks to his never-ending coaxing fingers.
Unfounded hurt crept over me.
Jethro hadn’t tried to stop this. He’d run.
But Kestrel had stepped up to protect me. He put his own life on the line.
That’s more than Jethro’s ever done.
My heart twisted in a resentful agonising braid. I didn’t want to sleep with Kes. But in a way...I was almost offended that he had the self-restraint to keep me safe even from him.
I was baffled.
I was endlessly grateful.
He was turned on. He’d admitted he’d wanted me since setting eyes on me...yet he made no move to dip his fingers inside me or try to work his cock anywhere but between my thighs.
The bed rocked with every thrust. My back arched as his fingers turned harder and demanding. For non-sex, it gave the ultimate impression of being ridden and used.
Sickness rolled inside to think of Jethro watching this.
But then anger slapped the nausea away.
Heshould’ve been the one to stop this. If only he’d given up trying to fit in and realised that he would never be the man his father wanted. If only he could see thetruth.
Now, it’s too late.
“Scream,” Kes whispered.
“Fucking, ride my dick, bitch,” he yelled.
“Stop. Oh, my God. Stop!”
My body rocked backward, seeking a release against all rationality. Kes panted in my ear, his cock throbbing and hot between my thighs. I pressed my legs together, giving him friction to rub against.
“Goddammit, don’t do that.” He pulled away, pressing himself against the small of my back. “You’re fucking beautiful.” His fingers worked me harder. “Shit, I wish I could climb inside you for real.”
His words clenched my core. An orgasm Ineverexpected brewed into being.
I moaned as my wrists hurt, being squashed every time Kes thrust.
“I’m losing it,” he muttered. “I need this to end before we both get into trouble.”
His gruff voice attacked my nervous system, sending me into quakes. My body took over; my toes curled with building pleasure.
Kes grasped my wrists, tugging on the sash, arching my back.
He nipped at my throat, running his warm tongue down the top of my spine. His fingers quickened, along with his hips. My thoughts disintegrated as his touch slipped on my clit and found wetness.
“Fuuuuck.” His thrusts turned erratic and savage. His fingers lostuniformity.
I moaned.
I couldn’t help it.
It feltgood.
