Page 29 of Hell's Kitten

“I’m sorry,” I rasp. “I didn’t mean to pull you in. I was just so excited, and then?—”

Nim lunges for me.

Despite being in the chilly pool, I melt as his big hands slip on either side of my neck, and he kisses me with such desperation it’s almost frightening. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders. But that seems to break the spell, and he snaps his head back, looking concerned.

This time, he’s the one to utter, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare fucking apologize,” I growl, digging my fingers into his biceps and glaring at him. “I wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

It’s like I can see him working out the math behind his eyes. I nod and, just in case hestillmight not be getting the message, I roll my cock against his stomach. The fact that it’s so hard in this cold water should hopefully clear a couple of things up for him.

It does.

He attacks me once again, his kisses like fire. I love that his beard is long enough that it’s soft against my skin and smells like the sandalwood oil he uses on it. His arms wrap around my back in a crushing hug, making me feel so safe and secure I could almost cry.

If I weren’t so distracted by horniness, that is. I can’t believe this is really happening. I’d nearly convinced myself that he wasn’t interested, after all. He’s given me so many mixed messages over the past couple of weeks. But his signal is coming through loud and clear now.

“Fuck,” I mumble into his mouth as I grind against him. “Yes, oh my god, Nim.”

“Kitten,” he moans back, andwow.Something breaks in me in the best possible way. He really just called me that? I don’t know whether to melt some more or explode.

As he reaches between us and slips his hand underneath my waterlogged underwear, I lean toward the latter.

“Oh, fuck,fuck,”I wail, thrusting against his touch.

I’m not just letting go of all this pent-up sexual energy but also the tension from tryouts. It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before I’m jerking against him and spilling my load as I tremble and my vision blurs.

“That’s it, good boy,” he murmurs against my ear, and his words make me feel so gooey I could come all over again. Instead, I shake against him, gasping for air.

Suddenly, I come back to my senses, unlock my legs from around his waist, and drop back down to my feet as the water rushes around us.

Then I lunge for his jeans, wrestling with the wet material to get my hands on his cock. He’s looked after me in a million ways, and not just in the orgasm he bestowed on me seconds ago. I desperately want to give him something back. Words are not his strong suit. Perhaps I can take a leaf out of his book and convince him how I feel with my actions instead.

If we weren’t in the creek, I’d have sank to my knees to suck him off. Instead, I hastily wrap my fingers around his shaft and start to pump while leaning up to kiss him filthily. His hands are splayed across my back, holding me in place, still taking care of me, even as I try to worship him.

“Good boy,” he tells me again, the words rumbling from his mouth straight into mine. “Good kitty.”

Fuck, fuck,fuck.I don’t quite understand what’s going on, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Apparently, he’s also pretty damn turned on because it only takes a minute or so before he shudders and clenches his jaw before dropping his head, burying his face against my neck, and moaning.

For a while, we just cling to each other until I start properly shivering. “We need to get out of here,” Nim says.

“I don’t want this to end,” I blurt out before I can even think about playing it cool.

But rather than look weirdly at me, Nim hugs me tighter. “It’s not, sweetheart. But I need to get you warm.”

NowthatI can get on board with.

I lean back to look in his eyes, making sure we’re on the same wavelength. All I see is that same affection that’s been there since he brought me home, except now it’s ten times more intense.

Unfortunately, our lovely moment is shattered by a very loud dog bark. We snap our heads around to see a black Labrador come bounding through the foliage, barking again at us inexcitement. It gives us just enough time to separate before the dog’s owner comes walking out behind them.

She stops when she sees us and raises her eyebrows in concern. I’m hoping the moving water hides our exposed bits and pieces, but I’m still naked aside from my underwear, so I crouch down so at least my nipples are covered. I offer the dog walker a sheepish laugh.

“Fell in,” Nim grunts, but his smug grin is possibly a tell. I’m sure that lady knows precisely what we were up to before she arrived, especially after she smiles herself and shakes her head as she walks away.

I can’t really bring myself to care. I’m floating on cloud nine.

It’s a pretty soggy drive back on the bike. I cling to Nim, sharing body heat, so it could have been worse. My clothes might have been mostly dry to start with as I took them off before jumping in, but my body wasn’t, and Nim was drenched from head to toe. So by the time we reach the apartment, everything needs peeling off.

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