Page 93 of Keeping Kaitlyn

On the wall across from where I’m standing is another drawing of me. Frameless, trapped between two pieces of glass, illuminated by a small light mounted above it. In it I’m sitting up in the bed we shared, knees drawn up to my chest. Listening while he tells me that he’s leaving. Asks me to stay. Promises to come back for me.

I’m coming back, Sunshine. I want you to be here when I do.

Okay.

Promise me you’ll stay.

I promise.

“I was going to stay,” I tell him, still studying the drawing on the wall in front of me. “I was going to wait for you to come back. I was going to tell you how I felt, and when you told me you didn’t feel the same way, I was going to leave, but then…”Closing my eyes, I shake my head. “I’m sorry I left. I promised you?—”

“It’s not your fault.” Went lowers his head to press his lips against the place where my shoulder meets my neck before lifting his head to whisper the rest in my ear. “It was never your fault. It was mine. I understand that now.”

Fighting the urge to lean into him, I take a long, quiet breath in hopes of steadying myself before I say it. “I loved you.”

“I loved you too, Sunshine,” he tells me quietly. Heavy, callused hands stroke down my arms, the warm pressure of them sending a shiver down my spine. “I still love you. Nothing that’s happened between then and now has changed that.” The hands on my arms loosen to slide across my shoulders. “I have another confession to make...” Meeting in the middle, his fingers grip the tongue of my dress zipper and begin to lower it slowly. “I don’t want to be your friend.” Dress opened to the small of my back, the hands pressed against it slide between silk and skin to cup my lace covered breasts. Palming them, he squeezes, thumbs brushing against their peaks. “I never wanted to be your friend…” Teasing my nipples until they’re stiff and aching, Went growls it in my ear, the rough, sound of it vibrating down my spine. “Not being able to touch you…” He pulls me against him, the hard press of his massive cock against the small of my back, loosening the hinge on my knees. “Fuck you…”

“Yes…” Lids fluttering against flushed cheeks, I arch my back. Pushing myself into his grip, I let out a sharp, shuddering gasp when I feel his teeth scrape along the side of my neck. “Please…” Thighs squeezed together against the warm, needy pulse between them, I start to pull desperately at my dress. “I want…”

Tearing himself away from me on a frustrated groan, he works my dress down my hips, his hands gripping them to turn me around. Pushing me back against the edge of the bed, he fallsto his knees in front of me. “What?” Black, feral gaze burning up at me, Went wraps his hands around the tops of my thighs and pries them apart, exposing my throbbing, lace-covered pussy. “What does my greedy little cock slut want?”

“I want to come for you,” I tell him on a breathless moan when I feel the tip of his tongue skim along the inside of my damp thigh. When he tastes my arousal on my skin, Went flattens his tongue on a groan, licking his way to the center of me.

“My pretty pink pussy’s already so wet for me…” he whispers, still looking up at me while he sinks his teeth into my soft inner thigh, the bite of it hard enough to make my knees shake. “But you’re going to have to be a good little cock slut and tell me how.”

“Your mouth,” I tell him, my tone worn thin by desperation and need, I reach down to hook my shaking fingers into the crotch of my panties and pull it to the side. “I want to fuck your mouth. Please?—”

Desperation is replaced by relief when he latches his mouth around my cleft on a savage growl, his tongue pressing past the seam of it to lick and fuck every part of me he can reach. “Yes…” Head falling back on my neck, I let my lids flutter closed on a broken gasp. “So good…” Hands pushing through his hair, I grip my fingers. Hips rolling and flexing against the searing heat of his mouth while I fuck his tongue, the deliciously filthy sounds of him devouring my pussy staining my cheeks, even as I mindlessly beg for more. “Make me come. Please?—”

Lifting my head, I look down. Watch him eat my pussy like a starving man, licking and sucking my slick, swollen clit while my hips pump against the fuck of his mouth. “Ohmygod…” My thighs begin to shake against the hold he has on them, a bolt of heat searing its way down my spine as wave after wave of bone-melting pleasure crashes into me.

Mouth still latched around my pussy, Went uses his grip on my thighs to push me onto the bed until my ass is on the mattress, legs hanging over the side, limp and boneless. Tearing his mouth away from me he stands.

“Mine…” He growls it, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties, he jerks them off. “This greedy little pussy is mine.” Loosening his belt, he yanks it off, his huge cock straining against the front of his pants while he works them open and down around his hips. “No one makes you come but me.” Fisting his hand around his shaft, he notches the head of his cock against my entrance on an impatient groan.

“Please…” Lifting my hips off the bed, the word bleeds into a long shuddering moan when he flexes his hips against mine, fucking himself into me slowly, inch by inch, teasing us both to the point of madness. “More… please… I need…”

“You need to be fucked...” Shifting the hand wrapped around my hip, he slips his thumb between my slick folds, teasing my clit, each stroke of his cock, harder and deeper than the last. Lifting my leg, he hooks it over his shoulder, deepening the angle on a hard flex of his hips that splits my pussy wide and fills me completely. “How hard does my greedy little cock slut need to be fucked?”

“Hard…” I moan it, hips lifting in desperation while I look up at him. Huge, tattooed hands gripped around my hips. My leg hooked over his shoulder while the other is pushed wide, the stiff length of his cock buried inside me. His chest heaving, neck straining while he fights for control. “Hard enough to break me.”

“Fuuuck…” Black gaze, flattened out by lust, he starts to move, flexing and rolling his hips against mine, the fast, punishing pump of them driving his cock hard and deep, while he plays with my clit, thumb swirling and teasing me into a frenzy. “Kait?—”

“More…” Back bowing off the bed, pleasure and pain twists together inside me in an endless loop that nearly blinds me. “Come in me, Went…” I sob it, my entire body convulsing while my pussy clenches around him hard enough to hurt. “Please come in me, I need?—”

Dropping my leg, Went lifts me off the bed and pulls me against him. Face buried in my neck he whispers is my ear. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” Arms wrapped around me, his mouth finds mine, kissing me slow and deep, tongue tangling against mine, lost in each other as we finally come together.

FIFTY-THREE

WENTWORTH

Leaving Kait asleepin our bed, i head down the hall to my studio to call my pilot to tell him to prep the plane and to schedule a flight plan for Montana. Since the days of me just being able to disappear for weeks on end without consequences are unfortunately long behind me, I spend the next hour tying up loose ends so I can focus on Kait for the next few days.

Texting my assistant at Hawthorne International, I let him know I’ll be unreachable for the next few days and to reassure him that I’ll be back for the shareholder’s meeting next week. After that, I use my burner to text the tattoo appointments I have on the books for this week to tell them the shop will be closed and they can either cancel or reschedule. Unsurprisingly, they all decide to reschedule.

After I have my businesses squared away, I text my brother to let him know we’re on our way.

Me: We’re leaving for Montana in a few hours. See you when we land.

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