Page 69 of Hidden Fears
My legs start shaking as I let out the loudest and most embarrassing moan possible.
He groans while his movements turn jerky. A moment later, I feel the stickiness running down my thighs and his quivering body pressing into my back. I’ve never seen a man react to sex withmethe way he just did.
A few more thrusts and he wraps his arms around my torso, bringing me to his front. We’re both panting, trying to catch our breaths. If not for him holding me, I’d be back on the table since my legs turned into jelly.
He bites my earlobe, gently pushes me away, and starts zipping up his pants.
And I just know that I’m about to meet with Kenneth the Saint again.
ChapterTwenty-Two
KENNETH
I tuck my cock back into my pants. My work pants. I zip them up and feel for my belt, but it’s not there.Right.I dropped it when I got here. Fetching it from the floor, I put it back where it belongs—my pants. A part of my uniform. While I’m on duty.
To be anal about timing, I’m not on dutyofficially, but it never stops for me. When you’re a sheriff in a small town, you’re on duty twenty-four hours a day. I imagine it’s a bit better for folks in bigger towns, but here, we don’t have much manpower, so I never put my badge down.
Besides that time when I wanted to smash that guy’s face with my fist. For a moment there, I forgot who and what I was. I just wanted to be Kenneth Benson, a guy who beat another guy to a pulp for offending his woman.
His woman. My woman who is not even mine.
And yet, I just fucked her like an animal on the table. And I was rough with it. Somehow, she awakened something dormant in me. Something I didn’t know I had.
The worst part is that I don’t even know when it started—maybe when I saw her cradling Jake’s hand like it was something precious to her, and I got blinded by jealousy. Maybe, when I heard that bleeding asshole talking shit about her. Or when I knew she might have been scared. I already recognize her initial reaction to any advance is to strike back, but it doesn’t cancel out the fact she still might fear him.
But I know when my infatuation with her continued: when she tried running away from me, and I gave in to the chase. She liked it too. And like an idiot, I got hooked onthe feelingof freedom it supplied.
I didn’t come here to fuck her, at least, I don’t think I did. I wanted to play with her. To scare her away from me because it’s the only way I’d stay away—if she didn’t want me. But she did. She so fucking did. She was wet before I even touched her, excited at the prospect of being my prey.
… And then it all went to shit when she accused me of being a cheater. I fuckin’ hate cheaters. My father was one. He strayed from my mom and got someone else pregnant. Which resulted in Alex.
When his mom died, he came to live with us. I resented them both at first, and it took me time to learn to suppress this anger deep inside of me, because I didn’t have a choice. I was the eldest, and my siblings and my mom relied on me. But with Alex, I just couldn’t… I had to grow up to understand it wasn’t his fault, but it was too late. He had already enlisted in the Navy. He’s one of my biggest sins I’ll be trying to fix for the rest of my life.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to forgive our father, but Mom seems to have. She’s a saint though. She accepted Alex like one of her own kids, and to this day, I don’t see a single difference in the way she loves or treats any of her four kids. I’m the eldest, then Alex, Leila, and Aiden, who’s still in high school. He reminds me the most of Alex with his anger control issues and hot head. I always keep an eye on him because God knows our father doesn’t. He’s not a bad guy, but he’s not the best father.
He ruined everyone’s life by cheating on our mother, so being accused of being one hits too hard and too close.
And Jennica? I suppose it might have seemed that way since I was picking up her breakfast. Then Kayla’s damn comment about the doghouse. I can’t believe Josie hasn’t heard that Jennica works with me. We’ve been together at that station for so long that she’s like another sister to add to my flock, and the idea of looking at her like anything else makes me shudder. I’m sure Jennica reciprocates the feeling tenfold. Josie should have heard rumors about the station at this point. Nothing stays hidden in this town, no matter how hard you try to bury the bodies.
I thought Josie was the only one who could see the real me. It felt like we had some unexplainable cosmic connection where she could peek through the layers I’ve covered myself with that no one else has ever been able to see. But then she went ahead and threw a bomb, and I got so mad when she accused me. So fuckin’ mad.
Until she wrapped her hands around my body and pressed her face into my back. She doesn’t seem like the type to apologize easily, so I stayed to listen. I imagined myself in her shoes and how jealous I got over a simple hand-holding. Josie was jealous, and somehow, it made me warm inside.
I think that’s exactly why I stayed.
And ended up with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It was so bad—good—my knees nearly gave in. And here I thought my dick had stopped working. Apparently, she and her sharp tongue gave it quite a restart.
Even right now, while I’m trying to collect myself and actively avoid her face, I feel her eyes following my feverish, guilty movements. She scoots to the edge of the table, places one leg over the other, and fixes her skirt around herself in a perfect wave.
And silently watches me. Watches how cowardly I glance around, looking for an escape. I’ve had sex before, but this was not sex. This was an all-consuming, mind-bending experience I wasn’t ready for. I’m still not ready. I need to process it, leaving it as a one-night stand for now.
“Getting cold feet?” she asks with obvious mockery in her voice.
“What?” I look at her, totally hearing what she said but needing time to come up with an answer that won’t sound too mean. Or cheesy.
She quirks a brow and leans back on her palms nonchalantly, showing that she understands just how full of shit I am.
“Look, Josie,” I start with a sigh. My dick is back in my pants, and my belt’s guarding it in case the fucker decides to pop back up. Because it clearly does. When she starts playing with the hem of her skirt, revealing her delicious thighs again, it stirs. And I instantly recall how I dug my fingers into her creamy flesh. How good it was to hold onto it.
