I’d like to say I outskied Kane, but the fact is, while I’m a damn good skier, Kane is better. We’ve been at his beautiful cabin for six days, and we’ve been on the slopes almost the entire time, and every time, he outdoes me in both skiing and snowboarding.
But that’s okay because when we aren’t skiing or snowboarding, we’re in his hot tub or bed, tangled around one another.
Every night, I go to bed, sated from the numerous orgasms Kane has given me, and every morning, I wake up to him giving me even more.
And this morning is no different. Except he’s apparently calling in the bet that we made—and he won.
His thumb leaves my clit, and I whine at the loss of contact.
“Kane, please,” I beg. “I was so close.”
“And you know I’ll get you there … eventually.”
He moves behind me and spreads my cheeks, and I stiffen at the motion, torn between wanting to give him what he wants and not wanting to be taken out of the moment by my past.
I glance back, needing to see him, to remind myself that it’s Kane I’m with and he would never do anything I didn’t agree to.
Even right now, as he leans over and licks along my ass crack, he doesn’t take it any further because I haven’t verbally agreed.
Kane’s eyes meet mine. “Tell me I can fuck this ass.”
“I’m scared,” I admit, making his brows furrow in concern. “I don’t want it to hurt.”
I don’t tell him that when I was raped, Anthony sodomized me, and it hurt more than anything I’d ever experienced.
“Bri, do you think I would do anything that would hurt you?”
Without having to think about it, I give him my honest answer. “No.”
And it’s the truth. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I trust Kane. Our relationship might’ve started out unconventional, and I swore I’d never love him, but somewhere along the way, it turned into so much more than I’d ever thought it would.
I’ve fallen in love with my husband, and I want to give him every part of me, including this. Not just because he wants it, but because I want it too. I haven’t told him everything that I went through yet, but I plan to soon. I should’ve already done so, and then he wouldn’t be thinking that my reluctance has anything to do with him.
But a part of me worries that once I tell him, he’ll never look at me the same again. Not that I don’t trust him with my past, but because I remember how Dominick and Matteo reacted after they learned what had happened to me. They looked at me softer, spoke to me gentler. Like I was an expensive vase on the verge of shattering and they had to handle me with kid gloves.
Kane doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile, and I’m afraid once he knows the whole truth, that’ll change. He’ll want to put me in abubble and protect me from the world. And I like the way Kane looks at me now.
“Okay,” I tell him, hoping he doesn’t catch the crack in that one word.
But of course, Kane is too observant, especially when it comes to me, and the second he hears the hesitation in my answer, he pulls me into his arms.
My back is to his front, and my ass is pressed against his hard shaft.
“Look at me,” he says, turning my face toward him. “If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do it.”
“I do,” I admit. “It’s just that I had a bad experience, and I’m nervous it’s going to hurt.”
I’m also nervous that flashbacks will hit me and it will ruin the moment. And the last thing I want is my past tainting a single moment with Kane.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Roses.”
“If I do anything that you’re uncomfortable with, you say the word, and I’ll stop.”
“Okay,” I breathe out.
With one hand, he tightens his hold on my head and then brings his mouth down to meet mine, kissing me with such raw passion that I melt into his touch, not realizing that his finger is back to circling my hole. He slides his finger between my legs and then, using my juices, slowly pushes it past the rim, making me groan into his mouth.
