“Kane?”
They were in a ratty motel, far from the wrong side of the tracks, but Kane only had to nod at the desk clerk to get a key and lead her up a rickety staircase. Now, behind closed doors, Angeline paced the room and brushed her finger against the desk. Lifting her hand to her eyes, she saw no dust in the moonlight. The faint trace of smoke and sex hung in the hair, but it wasn’t a hovel, and it probably wasn’t what he had planned when he presented her the flowers. Angeline frowned when she realized that she had left his gift behind, and as she turned to apologize, he was on her again.
And she did not refuse his touch.
“Angel…”
His kiss spilled across her lips, her cheeks, her neck, and she found herself hungry for the feel of his skin on hers. Tearing at his shirt, she grazed her nails against his tattooed chest, and when she saw her name on his arm, she kissed each letter then fell to her knees. Her hands worked around his waist band, and she unzipped his fly. He was hard; she had suspected as much when she sat on the back of his bike, but now there was no doubting, no mistaking that his desire for her had not waned in the slightest. She took his cock in her hand, her fingers forming a slow, smooth stroke as she drew towards the tip of his piece. Bowing her head, she kissed him there and longed to feel him in every part of her.
“No,” he said. Angeline was stunned, scared again when he lifted her off the floor. Her knees knocked together as he steadied her stance, and when she started to object, he pressed his finger to her lips and slowly shook his head. “Not on your knees,” he said. “That’s not where you belong.” Kane was silent as he gently eased her dress from her body, and when he had her naked under his eyes, he eased her hands to his hips. “Now you,” he said.
“I… what…?”
“Strip me,” he said. “I’ve missed that.”
Biting down on her lip, Angeline felt a surge of joy, and the need for him to be inside her trumped any fear. Pulling his jeans from his taut limbs, Kane kicked his boots aside and stepped away from the denim.
“That’s my girl,” he said.
Angeline started to guide him towards the bed, but before they fell as one, his arms surrounded her bare body, and he held her close.
“I’m not leaving you,” he said. “And you’re sure as hell not leaving me.”
Kane kept her on her toes, and his lips nipped at her flesh. His mouth ran down her arms, suckled at her breasts, and when his hands bordered her tender tummy, he looked up at her with a hint of fear in his eyes.
“I’m being straight with you, Angel,” he swore. “You just have to trust me.”
Forgetting all doubt, she did just that. However, when she saw him on his knees, Angeline shook her head and kissed his brow. “I do,” she whispered. “Always. But please,” she said, as his lips stopped, and she curved her fingers under his steely chin, “not on your knees. You don’t belong there either.”
Lifting one eyebrow, Kane was back on his feet, and he held her waist. His hands glided up and down her back, and when she kissed him again, he came back to the point of power and tossed her to the bed. Angeline smiled at the feel of the sheets stroking her skin, and he fenced in her limp limbs with his dominant thighs. His cock grazed her pussy, and Angeline spread her legs to take all of him in. Sliding into her depths with no effort, she clasped his arms and arched her body to know him better, to know him again. His piece started to throb inside her, and as her eyes rolled back in her head, she felt him still, confusing her. As her fingers stretched towards his face, she grimaced at his pained expression.
“Kane?” she asked. “What’s wrong?”
His swagger seemed to fade, and as he started to pull away, she grabbed his arms and fought to keep him close.
“Kane?”
Angeline remained caught between his thighs, but his hands were nervous as they touched her body. “Is this… is this okay?” he asked.
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
This was always okay, always right. Nothing could challenge the moments when they held each other, when she claimed his body, and when there was no way of knowing where he started and she ended. Kane had never hesitated before. Not when they were like this. So why…?
“Well… is it… is it okay for the baby?” he asked.
With her pussy buzzing and her chest heaving, it took Angeline several seconds to catch up to his sudden concern. As she looked up at him, she was struck by the thought that the man on top of her could drift back to a little boy even as he hung inside her. He knew the streets; he knew more than she ever wanted to learn about a life behind bars. Plus, there was no denying that he was able to take her to new heights, and she longed for him to lift her towards the stratosphere right now.
“Kane?”
Their eyes locked, and Kane focused on her, only her, nothing but her, as she glided her fingers down his face. “It’s more than okay,” she promised. “Trust the nurse.”
Straining forward, Angeline captured his lips again, and his tentative kiss expanded around her mouth. It intensified as she drew him closer, and when he came up for air, Kane peered down at her and smiled softly.
“So you’re sure?” he teased, his fingers playing with her hair again.
“Definitely,” Angeline said. “Please…”
He didn’t need another prompt. Taking hold of her sides, Kane went back to grinding his hips, and Angeline slipped back to the sheets as he took her. His cock was sure as his thrusts grew fast, and she felt as if she was falling though space when he took possession. Under the stars was one thing; but now, there was no questioning that she was damaged goods. He could still run, leave her to her shame, and go on the hunt for Noel.
“Oh… oh!” Kane made a different move. Burying his face in her breasts, he moved closer and plunged into her warm body. At the sound of her sighs, he folded her into his arms and breathed into her neck.
“We have a lot of lost time to make up for,” he said.
Nodding into his hair, Angeline shuddered when his hands came to rest under her back. She wrapped her legs around his taut thighs and kept trying to bring him closer. When it seemed like he could go no further, Angeline brought her hands to his back, her nails poking into his skin. Their eyes met, and she felt a tinge of doubt. Her mind and her heart started to rest on the edge a rocky shore. This couldn’t be so simple. Noel would figure it out. And when he did…
“I don’t want to waste another minute,” he said.
He plunged, and Angeline gasped at the feel of him all around her. He took her without distress, and as the stream of his lust worked its way under her flesh, Angeline breathed happily.
“Me neither,” she whispered. “Stay… stay inside me.”
Honoring her request, Kane released. She thought that he was satisfied, but his pulse told a different story. Stiffening again, Kane’s thrusts revived, but she did not fall back to the bed. Angeline’s head searched for rest, and Kane brought her watering mouth to his chest. Settling there, smiling around the feel of his muscles, his beating ink, she held onto him. Her tender pussy whined around the feel of his flesh, and she longed for a way, some way, that they could just delay the inevitable. Forever. Even as she climaxed, Angeline imagined living around his cock and never knowing fear again. There was no terror when he kept pushing inside her, his cock straining to get all of her back. Angeline acquiesced and held him. Her head finally fell to the pillow, and Kane came to rest at her side, his hands studying her face.
“I’m never leaving you,” he said. Angeline starred to drift, hoping only for happy dreams, as Kane ran his fingers through her hair. “Never,” he repeated. Settling into his broad chest, tears filled her eyes as his cock abandoned her cunt. The moment of longing was quenched when he folded her into his arms and reduced his voice to a gentle whisper. “Angel,” he started, “I’m going to keep you safe.” Touching her tummy, Angeline flinched, but Kane kept her in his arms and said, “I could kill him, Angel—for what he did to you. I really—”
“No!” she moaned through her satisfied state. Clinging to him, she begged him to be careful. Angeline knew that Noel had looked out for him—but that was before he had hurt her.
“Relax, honey.” She did just that, as he dragged her closer, and as he stroked her hair, she rested, as he whispered, “It’s our secret, and we’re going to keep it that way.”