Her muttered whisper rang in my ears, telling me she couldn’t come for me andthatshe was broken. She wasn’t broken; I’d felt how close she was, but like a switch had been thrown, her body stiffened underneath my touch before it felt like all her energy drained in a heartbeat.
It made me all the more curious about her relationship with Alec, almost confirming my theorythathe’dnevermade her come. Or maybe my ego was bruised. I’d never fucked a girl and left them unsatisfied. In fact, it was one of my golden rules: no coming until I’d made whoever I was fucking come first.
A silent war waged in my head, one half wanting to drive her back to her car and abandon her on the side of the road, the other half wanting to dig deeper to find out more about why she struggled to climax and the relationship she had with Alec.
By the time I pulled up to my family’s summer cottage and killed the engine, the thought of taking Kiera back to her car had long since disappeared. She followed me out of the truck, pausing as I unlocked the door and let her inside.
“I…I’m filthy. I don’t want to get mud everywhere,”Kiera said, looking down at herself before glancing around the large entryway.
She was right. Her entire body was caked in dry mud, her hair was matted, and her pants hung off her from where I’d cut them with the knife.
“Shower’s down there to the left,”I replied, my tone stoic as I pointed in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.
“Thanks.”She kicked her shoes off by the front door and headed in the direction I’d pointed, only to stop and turn back to me.“Can I…uh, I mean, do you have some clothes I can change into after I’ve showered?”
I stomped past her, heading for the upstairs shower.“No. You can spend the rest of the night naked. I’m not done with you yet.”
And I wasn’t. I wasfarfrom done with her.
The whole time I showered, question after question about Kiera’s relationship with Alec churned in my head, and it took a whole lot of effort to ignorethatsliver of jealousythatrolled through me whenever I thought about Alec fucking her.
I didn’t know why I was so bothered, yet as I changed into a fresh pair of boxers from the pile of clothes I kept for emergencies at the cottage, I headed downstairs, intent on delving deeper into their relationship.
Kiera emerged a few minutes later as I poured a glass of wine for her, hoping it would loosen her tongue. I couldn’t stop my gaze from roaming down her shapely body, a towel wrapped around her. The pale skin of her arms and legs were blotchy from where she’d scrubbed herself clean of every trace of mud, and her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders.
“Lose the towel,”I huffed as she crossed to join me at the bar.
“Jack-”
“Now, Kiera.”
A heavy sigh left her as her shoulders slumped, but doing as she was told, she removed the towel, draping it over the back of the couch. My cock twitched as I took in every single inch of her.
The swell of her tits. The dusky pink shade of her pert nipples. Her flat stomach with an old scar above her pubic bone, a C-section scar, I presumed. My eyes traveled down to the streak of hair on her pussy, and more blood rushed south.
At this rate, I wouldn’t be asking her any questions. I’d be fucking her until I discovered what made her scream my name as she coated my cock in her release.
I tore my gaze away, cursing internally. She was fucking stunning. And I hated it. I hated the feelings she elicited from deep inside of me, feelings I had no place for.
Reminding myself of the end game, I poured a shot of whiskey and carried the two drinks over to the couch, putting them down on the table with Kiera tracking my every move, her eyes wide and worried.
“Sit,”I instructed, nodding to the couch opposite to the one I’d taken.“Let’s talk.”
Her eyes narrowed as she took hesitant steps before perching her ass on the edge of the couch and folding her arms across her chest in a pitiful attempt to stop me staring at her tits.
“What do you want to talk about? The weather?”
I smirked.“We could talk about Billie’s father.”She closed her eyes, her mouth moving as if she was muttering a curse, but no sound came out.“I’m kidding. I didn’t think you’d want to tell me. Especially as you know this will all end between us, and I think you’re beginning to enjoy our games.”
Her eyes snapped open.“Oh, yeah? What makes you saythat?”
I shrugged.“Justa feeling. Here.”I slid the glass of wine across to her before taking a mouthful of my whiskey.
Kiera eyes the glass suspiciously.“I can’t, Billie’s at a sleepover, and if she needs me to collect her, I want to be able to drive.”
Not bothering to remind herthather car was out of action until I decided otherwise, I leaned back against the couch.
I wanted to test something.
