Kane

I lay in bed with my arms behind my head, listening to Brynne pace the floor of her bedroom. Every few minutes, I hear a muttered curse.

Stubborn woman.

The caveman part of me wants to go in there, toss her over my shoulder and drag her to my bed. It’s where she belongs. Where she’ll be eventually. But I want her to choose. To come to me on her own. Only then will I know she’s starting to trust me.

Eventually I see the soft light from the hallway dim, and I blow out a breath.

I’m not sure if I expected her to come to me. But I know one thing, I wasn’t about to take her in the shower, not when I still saw so much uncertainty in her eyes.

My cock aches. Throbs. I haven’t touched anyone but Brynne since last year. Had no desire to. But with her sleeping in the room next to me, my balls are constantly pulled tight against my body.

Not even jerking off helps.

But right now, my hand is the only relief I’ll get.

I stroke myself, picturing Brynne’s tight little body, the way her nipples pebbled against my tongue, her soft moans that she tried so hard to hold back.

A sound makes me open my eyes - a mix between a gasp and a moan.

Brynne is standing by the door, watching me, eyes hooded. Her tongue darts out across her lips. She doesn’t move, just stands there in her oversized t-shirt, her hard nipples poking out through the thin fabric, letting me know she’s not wearing a bra.

Jesus, this woman.

It’s not the first time I’ve been caught jerking off, but it’s the first time it’s ever felt…erotic.

I keep stroking myself, my gaze focused on her, not sure what she wants. That’s not exactly true. I know what she wants – me. She just won’t admit it to herself.

“Wouldn’t have taken you for a voyeur, Brynne.” My voice is rough, my balls tight against my body, my cock so fucking engorged I know it would take one lick of that sweet little tongue of hers to make me come.

“I…” Her gaze never wavers from my cock.

I slow my strokes and grin. “Do you touch yourself, Brynne?”

Her gaze jerks to mine, eyes wide, and even in the dim light I can see the red that creeps into her cheeks.

“When you come, do you think of me the way I think of you?”

She gives a small shake of her head.

Liar. Even now, her thighs press together. And I have no doubt that if I touched her, she’d be wet and ready for me.

“Have you thought about my mouth on your sweet pussy, pretending it’s my tongue and not your fingers as you moan in pleasure?”

She whimpers.

“Or do you fantasize about wrapping that sweet mouth around my cock?” The familiar tingling of my shaft warns me that I’m close to spilling myself all over my stomach.

She doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, but I can hear her heavy breaths, fast and uneven. Her fingers are fisted in balls at the edge of her long shirt. I’m not sure she’s even aware that she’s pulling it up, her knuckles sliding across her thighs.

“Touch yourself, Brynne,” I command. I know if I demanded her to come to me she would. But I can see it in her eyes she’s not ready. She still doesn’t trust me. And when I take her, I want every shredded piece of her heart. “If you won’t touch me, sweetheart, then touch yourself.”

She does.

I almost come when her fingers dip under her panties and her eyes close briefly.

“Are you wet?” I know she is.

“Yes,” she whimpers, licking her lips, her hand starting to move rhythmically in time with my own.

“Tell me what you fantasize about, sweetheart?”

“You,” she moans. “Always you.”

Finally, some truth.

“Show me. Come for me, Brynne.”

I know she’s close, I can hear it in her breaths, see it in the dark depth of her pupils. When she lets out a small cry, her body trembling, hips rocking against her hand, my own release spurts across my stomach in a rush that has stars dancing behind my eyes.

“Oh, fuck.”

She reaches out for the doorframe to steady herself, legs wobbly.

I roll out of bed, taking three long strides to reach her, then scoop her up against my chest and carry her to my bed.

“Kane, I-”

“Shut it, Brynne,” I say, laying down beside her. “I didn’t get to fuck you. The least you can do is let me sleep with you.”

She lets out a small laugh and shakes her head. “God, you’re crude.”

“You love it.”

“And sticky.” Her hands are on my stomach and chest as I lean over her.

I glance down at my abs, the evidence of my orgasm still wet against my stomach.

“Give me your t-shirt.” I tug at the fabric.

“No.” She holds it down when I try to lift it over her head. “Why?”

“For once in your life, can you not argue?”

She sighs, then lets me take it off her.

I use it to clean myself up, then toss it on the floor before turning and drawing her back against my chest. The only thing separating us is the lacy fabric of her thong.

“What are you doing?” She tenses, and I can hear the tinge of fear in her voice, and I know I’m pushing her boundaries. We may not have had sex, but that was just as intimate.

“Cuddling.”

She snorts and tries to twist in my arms, the friction against my cock making it stir again.

I slap her thigh gently. “Stop that, unless you’re prepared to have me balls deep in you tonight. I held back twice now. I don’t think my self-control will last a third time.”

She sucks a breath in and goes still, which gives me the opportunity to wedge my thigh between her legs, and nuzzle my nose against her neck.

“Kane, this isn’t-”

“Go to sleep.” I place my heavy arm over her, locking her in place.

“You’re going to suffocate me.” She’s still trying to put up a fight, even though we both know I’ve already won. But I expect nothing less from her.

Slowly, I feel the tension release from her, and she melts against me. Soft and warm. She yawns, and I smile. I press my lips against her bare shoulder, listening to the sounds of her breathing as she drifts off.

“You’re kind of ruining your bad boy vibe right now.” Her voice is filled with sleep, but even in her exhaustion she taunts me. “Who would’ve guessed Kane Madden was a cuddler?”

I’m not. Never have been. Never allowed a woman to stay the night, or even in my bed. But with Brynne, I never want her to leave.