Painful, page 33
Seeing the sullen look on my face made Kiera smile for some reason. Then she gave me a quick kiss and started unfolding the blanket and adjusting the pillow that had been left for me, making a bed. My bed. Great. Uncomfortable cubby to uncomfortable couch. Oh well. At least I was here with her. That was all I really needed. I had been looking forward to making love to her though…
Shaking my head, I set my bag on the ground, then slipped off my shoes and my jacket. I started sitting down, to try and get comfortable, when Kiera pulled me back to my feet. In my ear, she whispered, “You’re not actually sleeping there, silly.”
Understanding smacked me in the face. Was that why she’d giggled when she’d mentioned her room? She was sneaking me upstairs, like we were horny teenagers, not full-grown adults. I really was kind of a bad influence on her, not that I wanted to stop her from breaking her dad’s rules. But…I also didn’t want to cause a problem while I was here. I was their guest, after all. Damn it.
“Are you sure?” I asked her, glancing upstairs. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.” But even as I said it, I had a mischievous grin on my face. What will you let me do to you up there?
Nodding, she pulled me away from the couch. “Yes…you’re with me.”
From the sultry gleam in her eye, it was clear she meant we would be doing a lot more than sleeping in her room. Oh, thank God. I wasn’t sure if I possessed enough willpower to lie down in a bed with her all night and not try to have sex with her. It had been too long since we’d made love. I was dying to be with her.
My smile bright, I surged forward, cupping her cheeks, and pulling her mouth to mine. We kissed the entire time we made our way to the stairs; the heat between us intensified with every step. God, I missed this fire. Nothing made me feel quite so unrestrained as kissing Kiera. Being with her…set me free.
She almost fell when we reached the stairs, and steadying her, I teased her to be quiet. She let out a soft giggle before returning her lips to mine. We somehow managed to traverse the stairs without pausing our lips for long. I was so hungry for her, I just couldn’t get enough. I didn’t think I’d ever get enough.
I slipped off her jacket but held it in my hands until we got to her room, then I flung it somewhere inside. Kiera closed her door, then pressed me against it. Her body tight against mine felt so fucking good, every part of me was strained, aching, needy. I hissed in a breath, then whispered, “I missed you.”
Her response was an erotic moan that tore through me, flaming every nerve ending. As her lips moved with mine, her fingers tangled into my hair. Damn, I’d missed that feeling. I ran my hands down her back, pausing a moment to savor the ridge and valley of her low back, then the curve of her ass. Fuck. I want you.
Squatting down, I picked her up and walked her to her bed blind, since I wasn’t about to stop kissing her. I stopped walking when I felt my legs hit the bedframe. Leaning over, I set her down. She instantly grabbed my head, keeping our mouths connected. It electrified me that she felt the same insatiable hunger. I felt like she was my air, and if I stopped kissing her, even for a second, I’d suffocate.
Mouths connected, hearts connected, we crawled to the middle of her bed. She relaxed onto the mattress, and I settled myself over her with a satisfied groan. Finally.
Except…
Kiera and I stopped kissing, stopped moving, stopped breathing, as we both noticed the same thing at the same time. Her bed was extremely fucking noisy. Seriously? What the hell was this thing made out of? Every aged, rusted spring in the world?
Annoyed, I propped myself up on my hands so I could test the mattress. Shoving down on it made it squeak so badly, it was almost comical. If we had sex on this thing, we might as well open the door so her dad could watch. The sound was just too blatantly obvious. Fuck my life. I tested it again, but the springs weren’t relaxing. It was still way too fucking loud.
Looking down at Kiera underneath me, I watched her grimace and bite her lip. “Did your dad buy you the squeakiest bed in the world on purpose?”
She cringed, then sighed. “Yeah, probably.” She squirmed beneath me, but then stopped and glanced at her door. Her face looked…resigned. Like sex was off the table now. I don’t think so.
Smiling crookedly at her, I shook my head. “Well, your dad obviously doesn’t know me very well, if he thinks that’s going to be a big enough deterrent.”
I stood up, then motioned for her to join me. Her expression curious, she slipped off the mattress to stand beside me. Grabbing all of her blankets, I laid them on the ground between her bed and the window. Then I grabbed her pillows, so we would be somewhat comfortable. Once I was finished, I showcased our new bed. “Your love nest awaits.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, looking both amused and skeptical. I was pretty sure she wasn’t thrilled about sleeping on the floor…but I also knew I could change her mind. I walked over to her, grabbed her hand, and led her to our now-quiet bed. Pulling her into my body, I murmured, “Kiera?” I placed a light kiss on her neck, under her ear; she started trembling. I kissed her a little lower. “Will you…?” Another kiss, a little lower. She tilted her head back, and I heard her breath pick up. I kissed her in a sensitive spot above her collarbone, then slowly ran my nose up her neck. Mouth hovering next to her ear, I finished my question in a low voice. “…make love to me?”
It was like I’d set a match to her. Her mouth instantly found mine, and she kissed me hard, frantic. She tugged at my clothes, wanting them off. I pulled off my shirt, tossing it somewhere behind me. Her fingers trailed over my exposed skin; everywhere she touched me burned in the best way. This was better than every erotic dream I’d had about her. No dream version of Kiera would ever truly match the love and passion of the real Kiera. And it was all for me. It still blew my mind.
Once all of our clothes were strewn about the floor, we laid down on her quilt, then brought her heavy comforter over us. Cocooned in her blankets, bathed in darkness, our fast breaths the only sound, I felt so connected to her, like she was an extension of me, like my heart was outside my body. Her legs tangled with mine, and her skin was so soft, I couldn’t stop feeling every inch of her, tasting every inch of her. I don’t ever want this to end.
Her hands glided over my body, searching, feeling. Her fingers wrapped around me, feeling how hard I was for her, how ready, and a soft, needy noise escaped me. Desire on her face, she grabbed my hips, urging me on top of her. Our eyes locked, and the depth of love I saw in hers mesmerized me. She took the moment of distraction to suck on my bottom lip, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. Then she was nodding, begging me without words to take her.
I shifted our bodies so I could press inside her, but then I paused, absorbing the moment. Kiera’s breath quickened as she anxiously waited for me to move. Feeling the ache building, I rested my forehead against hers, letting everything about her fill me: her heart, her soul, her love, her compassion. How was I so lucky? How did I get her to love me so much? Was there anything else in my life that made me feel like she did? No…nothing even came close. Not being on a stage, not being on this tour, not hanging out with my friends, not even meeting my sister, and definitely not being contacted by…
No. Stop.
But it was too late, the pain had leeched in. He doesn’t matter. Kiera was the only thing that mattered—she would always be the only thing that mattered. Not meaning to, I vaguely confessed my swirling thoughts. “Nothing…compares to this…” And nothing ever would.
Needing to reset my mind, I finally pushed into her. The explosion of pure bliss did the trick, and I was once again, fully in the moment. I dropped my head to Kiera’s shoulder as the euphoria overwhelmed me. She let out a strangled noise of restraint, trying to be silent. We slowly began to move together, but Kiera was like a coil of restless energy beneath me. I could feel her shaking, desperate to satisfy an ache she’d been holding onto for far too long. Much sooner than was typical for her, I could tell she was ready to let go but was stubbornly refusing to give in. Was she holding back for me? I didn’t want her to. I wanted her to fall apart. I wanted to feel it, wanted to see it. Gently grabbing her cheek, I made her look at me. “Don’t… Let go…” She shook her head, and I leaned down to whisper, “Don’t worry about me…let me give this to you…”
I pushed harder against her, and she lost the battle with her body. Her back arched as her walls clenched around me. She dug her fingers into my shoulder as she struggled to not make a sound. The look on her face as she lost herself in the ecstasy of it was…unbelievable. She’d never been more beautiful. And I’d never been so turned on. I didn’t want to come, didn’t want this to stop, but I desperately needed to now. “God, Kiera…God…that was…” That was too much. I need relief.
I needed more. I pushed deeper into her, faster. Her mouth met mine, still eager, and I could barely contain the soft groans leaving my body. She felt…so good. Her hands pulled against my hips, urging me on. I felt lightheaded, like I was floating, and the only thing that existed anymore was pure, perfect, escalating pleasure. And then I felt it, that moment of no return. My head started lowering to her shoulder as my body clenched in preparation, but Kiera stopped my descent with a hand on my cheek. She wanted to watch, like I had watched her. I grabbed her other hand, clenching it tight, and then the release hit me.
My eyes closed as the building pressure shifted to outright bliss. I didn’t want to be quiet—it was so intense—but I needed to be as silent as possible, so I bit my lip and struggled to not let it out. And that was when I felt Kiera stiffen and heard her let out a ragged exhale, coming again, prolonging the moment for me. Fuck…yes. Bliss slowly shifted into peace as I collapsed onto her body, satisfied in every way.
Nothing compared to making love to her…except…being loved by her.
Kiera and I fell asleep, lightly kissing, and even though I knew the floor would leave me sore in the morning, I’d never been happier.
* * *
I woke up to the feeling of Kiera snuggling into my body. Smiling, I tightened my arm around her waist, pulling her into me. “Mornin’,” I murmured. Then I inhaled and stretched, and as predicted, every point of contact hurt. Well worth the pain though.
Especially when I felt Kiera kiss my neck. “Good morning, yourself,” she told me. I felt her hovering over me, and I could almost sense her smile. “Merry Christmas, Kellan.”
Opening my eyes, I drank her in. Then I reached out for that beautiful, smiling face. “Merry Christmas, Kiera.” Gently wrapping my fingers around her neck, I started pulling her toward my mouth.
That was when her bedroom door opened. I froze, wondering if I was about to get my ass kicked, but then I heard Anna’s voice. “Kiera? Where are you?”
Kiera sat up to look at her sister. I took the opportunity to study Kiera: the edge of the blanket clenched tight around her chest, messy hair spilling over her shoulders, a slight flush to her cheeks. Damn, she was gorgeous. Did we have time for another round?
I heard Anna giggle, then she was lying on the noisy bed, head in her hands as she looked down at us on the floor. The expression on her face was full of amusement. As Kiera returned to my arms, Anna laughed out, “Well, I was going to wish you a Merry Christmas and ask if you wanted to head downstairs with me, but I can see that you’ve already unwrapped your present.” Her gaze shifted to me. “Hey, Kellan, glad you finally made it.”
Her comment made me laugh. “Hey, Anna. Thanks.”
Kiera started covering more of my chest with the blanket, like she didn’t want Anna to see even that much of me. It was cute, although, I kind of understood why she felt that way—Anna was thoroughly enjoying the view. With a sigh, Kiera asked her sister, “What time is it?”
Anna tore her gaze from my chest. “It’s breakfast time…Mom’s making eggs.”
That made me a little sad. I wasn’t ready to stop cuddling. The news freaked out Kiera though. She sat up straight, ripping most of the covers off my chest as she took them with her. “Breakfast…Is Dad up?”
Anna grinned as her view of me returned. “Yep.” She pointed at me. “And he’d better get out of here before Dad realizes he’s not on the couch.”
Kiera instantly started pushing me, trying to shove me out of the blankets with all her might. She did remember I was naked, right? Thinking she wouldn’t want me to give Anna a peep show, I fought against her. “Kiera, relax.” I’ll get up when Anna leaves.
She was too freaked out to think this through. Shaking her head, she pushed harder. “No, Anna’s right, he’s gonna kill you if you’re up here.”
I gave her an incredulous look. He might be overprotective, but I highly doubted he’d actually harm me. He wasn’t like my dad. I already knew that much. “What’s he going to do, really? Ground you?” He might be mad at her, but in the end, she was an adult. We both were. He’d get over it.
Kiera didn’t see it my way. Shoving my shoulder, she nodded. “Yes, right after he castrates you.”
Her words reminded me of Evan’s snickered warnings. God. Fine. I didn’t really want his first impression of me to be one full of anger anyway. Since Kiera didn’t seem to care about my nakedness, I stopped fighting her and simply stood up. Anna had a millisecond to grin at me before Kiera slapped her hand over her eyes.
Kiera scowled at me while she tried her best to stop Anna from peeking. Hey, you’re the one who was so impatient for me to get up. I wanted to wait. Finding my boxers, I pulled them on, then grabbed the rest of my clothes. Stepping into my jeans, I smirked and told Kiera, “Fine, I’ll sneak into the hallway, so he’ll think I was in the bathroom.”
Kiera shook her head at me as I pulled up my jeans. “No, you should sneak out the window. Make him think you went for a walk or something.”
My mouth dropped open as I zipped up my jeans. Seriously? That seemed a little extreme, especially considering where we were. While I gaped at Kiera, she dropped her hand from Anna’s eyes. Anna frowned. Then grinned since I hadn’t put on my shirt yet. Ignoring her, I pointed at the window. “We’re on the second story, Kiera.” Did she think I was part monkey or something?
Kiera again shook her head, wrapping the sheet tighter around her. “Please. He won’t believe that you were just in the bathroom.” She pointed to the window. “There’s a store about a block from here that should still be open. You could pick up some milk…My mom would love you for that.”
The look on her face was so endearing, and I could sense love for her parents—and their sanity—behind the request, but still…I could potentially die trying to do this. She knew that, right? Hands on my hips, I tried to pop a hole in her master plan. “My shoes and jacket are downstairs in the living room.”
Already amused, Anna’s grin grew wider. “No, they aren’t. I put them outside when I woke up.”
Kiera looked at Anna, surprised. I was just annoyed. Anna told Kiera something about having to hide a boy before while I tugged on my shirt with an irritated groan. “Damn it, I haven’t snuck out of a woman’s window since I was fifteen.” And I’d nearly died that time too. But that one hadn’t been optional. It was either death by falling or death by her husband. This situation didn’t seem nearly as dire as that.
Kiera rolled her eyes at my comment. Anna laughed and said, “Kellan, I think you and I seriously need to swap some stories someday.” I threw her a grin, and she winked at me. There were a lot of stories I’d never share with Anna, but I got her point—between the two of us, we’d probably done almost everything.
Whether exasperated by me or Anna’s comment, Kiera was done arguing, and she started shoving me toward the window. Glumly opening it, I stuck my head out to look around. Goddamn it. It was still lightly snowing, and there was fresh snow everywhere. I was going to freeze before I slipped and died. At least there was a trellis at the edge of this decorative roofline, and I didn’t have to try and dangle myself off the ledge and drop onto a bush to break my fall. Still. The trellis wasn’t screaming stability to me.
Looking back at Kiera, I tried again to reason with her. “You’re an adult, Kiera. He really would probably get over it quicker than you think.”
“He was going to have you sleep in a tent, Kellan…in the backyard.”
I started laughing…until I realized she wasn’t joking. Okay…seriously overprotective then. Her dad might actually toss me out of the house if he caught me in her room, and I really wanted to stay here, wrapped up in the warmth of Kiera’s family. “Fine,” I said, kissing her cheek. “But you owe me, big time.”
I pinched her butt before I left, and she giggled. Anna giggled too. Since I still might die, I saluted them a farewell before I ducked out the window. My feet instantly tingled with the cold as my socks soaked through. Damn it. Walking to the store with squishy feet was going to suck. Assuming I survived this of course. Careful of my footing, I stepped to the edge of the roof closest to the trellis. The top of the trellis was a little lower than the roof, so I had to squat down to reach it. And here is where I die.
I heard Kiera whisper, “Be careful,” and I looked up at her. She looked warm and cozy as she stuck her head out the window; I was already shivering.
Anna joined Kiera at the window, and I smirked at them. Lowering my voice, I told Kiera, “You’re lucky last night was completely worth this…” Even if I did die…still worth it.
Kiera’s cheeks flushed with color, and Anna let out an amused laugh. I moved a hand and foot over to the trellis before my toes and fingers froze up too much and this truly was impossible. To my great relief, the trellis held my weight. I started climbing down, but Kiera’s voice stopped me. “Kellan.”
When I looked back up at her, she grinned. “Pick up some eggnog too.”
