Page 76 of Give Me Peace

“Put your dang P in my V, Kash,” I growl, trying to use my heels to urge him forward. The anticipation has to be worse than the actual act. He laughs, sliding his hands behind my head to cradle it. Kash looks at me like he’s got the whole world in the palms of his hands. I smile, holding his gaze as he pushes all the way in. My lip’s part on a whimper. My natural response is to squirm away from the sting, but I stay still, letting my body adjust to the feel of him. Tears still spring to my eyes, though.

“I’m so sorry, sweetness.” Kash brushes them away and kisses me softly. “I need you to know something. The day you got here, when we were at the beach, that’s when I fell for you. The moment you decided to fight my fears for me. It was innocent and pure, but it’s grown into so much more. I love you. I’m in love with you. I need you to know that, to know what we’re doing means something to me. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that one day, you’d be the most important person in my life. And you are. You’re everything to me, sweetness.”

My tears fall freely at his confession. I knew Kash cared about me, but I had no idea his feelings were this strong. I never imagined I’d have this. And now I have it five times over. If I think on it too much, it makes me panicky. Words feel too difficult at the moment, so I swivel my hips instead, urging Kash to move. His low groan makes me even more desperate.

“Fuck,” Kash swears, drawing his hips back before easing back in. His thrusts are slow and sweet and it’s killing me.

“Please,” I huff, trying to sync my movements with his.

“You want more?” I nod, a string of ‘yeses’ escaping me. Kash chuckles, pinching my nipples as he grinds himself against my clit.

“Oh, God,” I moan. He moves his hands from the back of my head and grips my ass, tilting my hips up. The new angle short circuits my brain.

“That’s it, babe.” Kash speeds up even more, dropping a hand between us. His fingers work to make me come, but I doubt the added stimulation was necessary. I bite his shoulder as my orgasm hits, terrified we’re making enough noise to have Roan and Krew aware of what we’re doing. I groan, rocking my body, dragging out every ounce of pleasure he’s so graciously giving me. Kash thrusts a few more times, then comes with a curse. His arms shake from holding himself up, but I tug him down, needing to feel his weight against me.

We lay there, his fingers lightly brushing the hair from my sweaty face as I trace his spine, content to stay where we are until our breathing returns to normal. I can’t believe we just did that, but I have no regrets whatsoever. Kash shifts, accidently kicking the laptop. The movie starts playing again, the first line echoing through the silence being, “Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!” We both cackle, the timing too funny to put into words. He pulls out if me, both of us biting back a groan, and heads to the bathroom to take care of the condom.

I close my eyes, seconds from falling sleep, but then Kash is back, pressing a warm cloth between my legs. I jolt, tilting my head so I can see him. He’s completely focused on cleaning me, his tongue poking out just the slightest in concentration. I smile, a rush of emotion clogging my throat.

“Up.” Kash grabs my hand and pulls. “I read that women need to pee after intercourse, so off you go. It’s tinkle time.” I gape at him, wondering what the hell he’s been reading, but then I remember his wall of smut and rethink the question. Who knows what the man has learned. I cover my boobs. Ridiculous as it may be, it feels weird to walk around naked. “Nuh uh. No hiding.” Kash slaps my arm away, making me scowl.

“So cute, sweetness, but we’ll have angry sex another time.” I scoff and lock the door behind me. A shy smile lifts my lips when I catch my reflection. My cheeks are flushed, eyes bright and full of love. Kash lifts the covers when I walk back out, our fort laying in a pile on the floor. I climb in beside him, a quick peek revealing he’s still sporting his birthday suit, as well. I snuggle closer, laying my hand across his abdomen.

“Goodnight, sweetness.” Kash kisses the top of my head.

“Goodnight,” I whisper, leaning up so I can press my mouth to his. “And I love you, too, Kash.”

“Yeah?” He grins, our lips still brushing from how close we are.

“Yeah. I really do.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Saylor

I’ve yet to open my eyes, but I can feel the weight of Kash’s stare. It’s heavy and potent, making me squirm under the sheer intensity of it. I know it’s him because I can smell the sweet scent of his sucker. I doubt the sun has fully risen, and the man is already pounding back sugar.

“Stop staring,” I grumble, desperate for a few more hours of sleep.

“Can’t,” Kash responds, stroking the pad of his thumb over my exposed nipple. I gasp in surprise, cracking an eye open to watch him. “Your tits are out, and I just wanna…” he trails off, making grabby hands at my chest. I try to cover my smile by pressing my face into my pillow, but Kash flips me to my back and straddles my hips. He rotates his lollipop to the other side of his mouth, using nothing but his tongue, looking downright edible with his sleep rumpled hair and boyish grin.

“Are you sore?” Kash whispers, his brown eyes scrutinizing my naked body from head to toe. My cheeks heat under the appraisal, but I do my best to embrace the way his heated gaze makes me feel. Powerful. Adored. Whole. I rub my thighs together, wincing at the slight twinge of discomfort it causes. I shrug; it’s not unbearable. Kash narrows his eyes. “That’s a yes, sweetness. Maybe I should kiss it better?” My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

“I’m thinking I’d like to have you for breakfast,” Kash drawls, pulling the sucker from his mouth. Slowly, he traces the sticky candy over my nipple, then licks the same path with his tongue. I hiss when his teeth tug at it, biting just enough to make me whimper. “Delicious.” He continues his assault on my other breast, teasing me to the point I’m bucking my hips beneath him, eager for any sort of friction. His thigh or cock, either will do.

“Ah, ah, ah.” Kash stops me by bracing a hand on my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh as he fights for restraint. “I’m exploring, sweetness. Mapping out every inch of your body and committing it to memory.” He punctuates his words by dragging the sucker down my stomach and swirling it around my bellybutton. My heartrate kicks up a notch as he continues to follow the same path with his tongue. “Need to know every spot that makes your breath hitch and causes goosebumps to prickle your skin.”

“Kash,” I call out in warning, my fingers tugging on his hair as he slides the candy between my legs, over my clit and down to my opening. This is a couple hundred steps past what we did last night, and even though my body is responding to everything he’s doing, it feels dirty and well outside my comfort zone.

“You trust me, sweetness?” Kash presses against that bundle of nerves, the hardness of the sucker eliciting a long, unbidden moan from me. I nod, his question requiring very little thought. Of course, I do. “Spread your legs and let me taste you. I need to fuck you with my mouth.” Who the hell is this? I know sweet, playful Kash, but that man has taken a backseat to the dirty-talking alpha controlling my body. I drop my knees, doing as requested without an ounce of fight. He sets a tortuous pace, creating a trail of stickiness from top to bottom, followed by the flick of his tongue licking me clean. Over and over, he repeats the process.

I’m sweating, on the verge of begging him to make the ache go away, when he prods my entrance. Kash inserts the sucker just enough to edge me closer without adding to the tenderness of losing my virginity. I squeeze his head with my thighs, wanting to keep him where he is so he’ll finish what he started. Kash chuckles at my annoyance but finally pulls the candy away. He shoves his tongue inside me, groaning as I arch my back and grind against his face. I’m seconds away from the orgasm he’s been dangling in front of me like a damn carrot when the door flies open.

I scream, yanking my hands over my chest so quickly, I’m pretty certain I rip some of Kash’s hair out in the process. He covers me instantly, cursing at the wall of muscle standing wide-eyed and slack-jawed in my doorway. Roan takes in the state of our tangled bodies, the discarded clothes and empty condom wrapper scattered across my floor. Whatever he might be feeling, he hides it well, not a single emotion cracking the blank look he fixes on his face. The evidence is damning; anyone with a brain can deduce what happened between Kash and me. It’s only seconds, but it feels like the whole, embarrassing ordeal last a freaking lifetime.

“Dude. Ever heard of knocking? This isn’t the swamp, Shrek. We have doors for a fucking reason.” Kash growls, his eyes hard and unflinching as he berates the veritable giant. Roan blinks, like he’s coming out of a trance, and drops his gaze to the floor. He shuffles from side to side, the nervous act so off-key for a man his size.

“Uh. Sorry.” Roan scrubs a hand down his face, his movement jerky and uncoordinated. “I’ll just…” he points behind him and flees. He’s there one second and gone the next. I blink, wondering if I hallucinated the entire thing, but when my eyes meet Kash’s, his brown orbs alight with mirth, I know that no such luck exists. I groan, pulling the blanket over my face to hide my flaming cheeks. Kash just laughs and tugs it back down.