Kellan (15 page)

~
TWENTY-TWO ~

Parker

Kellan’s face was a mess. He looked
more like he’d been through a meat grinder than an MMA fight. But that didn’t
stop him from kissing me, from running his hands all over me, from pulling off
my clothes at lightning pace and pushing me onto the bed so hard it took my
breath away.
And
I didn’t care that I was covered in his blood—there was time for a shower
later. And I wanted him now.

“I need you,
baby,” Kellan mumbled between kisses. I ran my tongue over his lips, tasting
his blood, shivering as he exposed my breasts to the cool air. “I need to feel
you. I need to know this is actually happening. That this is real.”

Kellan crawled on
top of me and I used my feet to slide his shorts down off his waist. “Then take
me, Kellan. I’m yours.”

He grabbed a
fistful of my hair and jerked my head back, my lips parted, throat exposed. His
snarl was wolfish. “Say ‘please,’ ” he demanded.

“Please,” I
breathed, very gently touching the side of his face. “Please fuck me, Kellan.”
I bit my lip. “Claim your prize.”

Kellan chuckled.
Without letting go of my hair, he situated himself between my legs. “You’re not
a prize, Parker,” he said. “You’re the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened
to me.” Then he pushed inside my pussy without any warning, thrusting right up
to the hilt, and I cried out in both pleasure and pain as his girth stretched
me wide.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Come on, Parker,”
Kellan rasped, pulling my calves over his shoulders. There seemed to be some
pain in his voice, too. It was amazing what he could do once adrenaline flooded
him, how he was able to push past his injuries to take me the way he was
clearly aching to. “You can scream louder than that.” Then he rammed into me
again, bucking into me so hard and fast I saw stars.

I writhed all over
Kellan’s cock, arching my back and screaming for him like I knew he wanted me
to. It wasn’t just for his benefit, though. The things he did to my body
deserved this kind of volume. The pleasure was so intense I almost wanted to
get away from it. I couldn’t handle it. It was driving me crazy.

Spreading my pussy
lips with his fingers, Kellan spit on my slit and spread it around my little
bud, coaxing it from underneath its hood. Then he rubbed mercilessly, smirking
as he felt my toes curl, angling his dick up so that it crashed into my inner
sweet spot with every stroke.

“You remember the
first time I made you squirt, baby?” he asked, picking up the pace on my clit.
My eyes rolled and I wailed, clawing at the sheets. “Well, I’m gonna make you
do it again, only this time, you’re gonna make a
real
big mess. I’ll
make sure of that.”

I moaned and
babbled as he spread his knees to pound into me harder, the sound of our flesh
slapping sending shivers up and down my spine. I raked my nails down one of his
arms and he grimaced, grabbing that hand and pinning it next to my head.

“Bad girl. This
body is mine. It does what I want it to. And right now, baby, I want you to
squirt on my big, fat dick. Come on, Parker. Drench me. I know you want to. I
can feel you fighting it.”

I bit my lip. He
was right; I was. I’d never known I was a squirter before, not since that time
at his apartment where it had only come out as a little dribble. But now Kellan
was pushing me closer and closer to a bigger orgasm, one I wasn’t sure I could
contain. The sheer power of it terrified me. I wasn’t sure I could come back
from it, if he pushed me over the edge.

“That’s it, baby,”
he cooed as I startled to whine. “Let it go. Cum for me, Parker.” He released
my hand to flick his thumb over one of my nipples. “Now.”

Between his thumb
dancing on my clit, his dick pummeling my G-spot, and his fingers tickling my
breasts, I couldn’t take it anymore. The sensations were all just too much.
Tears of ecstasy in my eyes, I threw my head back and screamed as I drenched
Kellan with my desire, my pussy squeezing his cock tight, milking it for all it
was worth.

Kellan slowed his
strokes to draw out my orgasm, letting me feel every single inch of his cock as
it slid in and out of me. He made a low, gravelly sound in his throat like he
was just barely holding back his own climax, his gaze fixed on the mess I’d
made all over his hips. He was soaked in me, and as I whimpered and flailed, he
grinned. “That’s my girl, Parker. Now, bend over so I can fuck you right.”

He let my legs
down off his shoulders and I quivered, trying to find the strength to get onto
all fours. Kellan helped me, manhandling me like I was just a rag doll as he
positioned me so that I was grabbing the headboard, my legs spread, my ass
against his cock.

The harsh sting of
his palm meeting one of my cheeks made me moan. “That’s for being a bad girl,”
he snarled in my ear. “You were late, Parker. What happened to you?”

I licked my lips,
savoring the rush of relief and desire that came after the pain subsided. “I
was meeting with the senator,” I told him. “He agreed to champion the veterans’
bill.”

Kellan spanked me
again, then pried apart my cheeks and sawed his dick between them. “Mm, then
maybe you were a good girl, after all,” he said, pushing his tip against my
tight little star.

“Kellan,” I
breathed, turning over my shoulder to look up at him. I’d never let anyone do
that before, and with as big and thick as Kellan was, I wasn’t sure I could
take him. Kellan only smiled and brushed my hair behind my ear.

“Don’t worry,
baby. I’m not cumming anywhere but that pussy tonight.” Then he pulled his hips
back and slipped his tip inside of me, working it in and out of my cunt as I
blushed.

“You… want to cum
inside me?” I whispered.

Kellan nodded,
dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. I shivered. “Mmhm. I want to fill you
up, Parker. I want to make you cum again so when that pussy starts throbbing
around me, I can give it what it needs. What it wants. I know you want my cum,
baby. And I know the idea of taking a risk turns you on.” He met my gaze. “You
want this too, don’t you?”

Slowly, I nodded.
I knew how rash it was, maybe even foolish, but I’d been suppressing my desire
for Kellan’s seed for too long. When he mounted me like this, all I could think
about was him filling me completely. I wanted him to mark me, to claim me as
his. I wanted to be fucked hard by an alpha male, and only Kellan would do.

As soon as I gave
my consent, Kellan pushed all the way inside me again, sheathing himself in my
wet warmth. I moaned, my walls still pulsing from my previous orgasm, and
reached down between my legs to rub my swollen clit as Kellan filled me with
slow, even strokes.

I knew what he was
doing. He was building it up, making sure that when he let go inside of me, it
was the biggest load he could possibly unleash. Something about that turned me
on even more, and I drummed my fingers harder on my clit, working it in circles
as Kellan pressed his chest against me from behind.

“Fuck,” he
muttered, his thrusts becoming a little more erratic. I could tell he was
close; he was starting to buck. “Oh, fuck, Parker. You feel so good. I don’t
think I can take it anymore…”

He laced his
fingers around my throat with one hand, and with the other, he teased my
nipples, alternating between the two. Kellan was already driving me toward
another orgasm, and the way he panted and groaned in my ear only made me more
eager to get there.

“I’m cumming,” I
whispered to him, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. “Oh, Kellan. Baby,
I’m cumming. Fill me up now. Please…!”

I pressed my nose
to his cheek as I came for him a second time, linking my feet over his calves
to ensure he couldn’t pull out. Kellan grunted as my pussy began squeezing him
again, then reared back and pistoned into me as hard as he could. I felt his
dick throb, then throb again, only harder this time, and then gasped as I felt
the warm flow of his cum spurting deep, deep inside me.

“Parker!” he
breathed, sucking my earlobe into his mouth. I trembled and spread my legs a
little wider, eager to take all that Kellan had to give. As his orgasm waned,
he whimpered and said, “Fuck. I love you. I love you so damn much.”

I opened my eyes
to look up into his. They were half-lidded and swollen, and between them, the
bridge of his nose was turning black and purple. But none of that mattered.
This man was mine, scars and all, and in that moment, he’d never looked more
handsome.

Softly pressing my
forehead to his, I whispered back to him, “I love you too, Kellan. I don’t know
how this happened so fast, but I know I love you. I really do.”

Kellan pulled out
of me, letting me turn so that he could hold me in his arms. Kissing the top of
my head, he murmured, “And we’re gonna be together, baby. For as long as you’ll
have me. There’s just one more thing I gotta do…”

~
TWENTY-THREE ~

Kellan

I looked for Vic the second I stepped
out of the winner’s room, leaving Parker in bed to enjoy the workout I’d just
given her. I never found him, though. He’d disappeared, gone with the wind. For
a second, I thought he’d made off with my winnings, too.

Thankfully this
time, my instincts were wrong.

“Your manager said
to give you this, on top of what you earned tonight,” the venue owner said once
I’d managed to figure out who the hell he was. He handed me a fat manila
envelope and glanced over his shades at me. “You sure you don’t wanna keep
fighting, Killer? I mean, the way you took down Tutera… shit, you could go pro.
You’d make a killing.”

I quirked a small
smile as I glanced at what Vic had stuffed into the envelope. Just a cursory
flick through the bills told me there was more than fifty thousand dollars in
here.

“Thanks, but no
thanks,” I said. “I’m really looking forward to living a life that doesn’t
involve killing or maiming anymore.”

Besides,
I added inwardly as the owner shrugged and turned his attention back to the
girls swarming him from all sides,
only douchebags wear sunglasses indoors.

Parker and I took a cab to the
hospital that night. I knew I was too fucked up to avoid it this time, and
having her at my side made things a little easier. I definitely hadn’t come out
of that fight with Tutera unscathed. I had a broken nose, a fractured
cheekbone, two broken ribs, and a host of other hairline fractures and deep
bruises that were gonna take a while to recover from. They wanted me to stay
overnight, get some pain meds in me so I could sleep, but I had a better idea.

“It’s cool,” I
said as I signed the form that said I was leaving against medical advice. “I
know a guy.”

Parker was, at
first, furious. I couldn’t really blame her. I mean, she’d heard the diagnosis
loud and clear while she was sitting there holding my hand. Not only had I left
the hospital without much more than a splint for my nose, but I wanted to take
a road trip? Now? In the dead of night?

Like I could
sleep, anyway. I was too amped up. I could see all the possibilities of my life
lain out before me now. No way a man could sleep when he’d just realized he had
a future.

I’d planned on
driving, but Parker insisted I sit the hell down in the front seat and relax.
Which meant I had to tell her where we were going, which kind of ruined the
surprise. She’d had the good sense to tell me to call ahead, though, which
worked out in my favor, because when we pulled up to Iris and Slade’s new
house, they weren’t nearly as annoyed with me as they could have been.
Especially not Iris, once she saw who I’d brought with me.

“Oh, my God,” my
sister whispered. She looked up at me with wide eyes. “Is this her? Parker?”

As if Parker
wasn’t standing right there in front of her. I smiled. “That’s her. And she
speaks English, by the way, so you can say ‘hi’ yourself.”

“Hi,” Iris said,
wrapping her arms around Parker in a hug my girlfriend obviously didn’t expect.
“Welcome to the family.”

All the blood
rushed to my face, making it feel even more swollen than it had before. “Fuck’s
sakes, sis, she’s my girlfriend, not my wife. Damn, you’re gonna scare her
off.”

Inside, Slade did
his best to get me situated for the night, but he said I was gonna have to go
to the hospital again in the morning. I could go to the one he worked at, which
I knew would work with me and my odd request of “no pain pills, please,” and
Parker and I were free to stay with them until I’d healed a little. We ended up
making a weekend out of it, which was a nice way to get Parker introduced to
everybody. I even let her visit with my mom and stepdad, which was not an
experience for the faint of heart.

“I don’t know what
you were so worked up about,” Parker said to me on the drive home. “Everybody
was really nice.”

“Yeah,
now,
”
I snorted in reply. “You should’ve seen us a few years ago. Incest, drugs, and
rock n’ roll were all the rage.”

Parker rolled her
eyes at me, which was a gesture I got used to over the next few months. She and
Thom ran their story on me and Senator MacFarlane, and by extension, the
illegal fighting rings I’d been a part of. I was a local celebrity for a bit
after that, and the senator himself made it a point to have a photo op with me,
once my face didn’t look like chopped liver. I heard a few weeks later that
there’d been a whole bunch of raids that went down at the same time, a blitz on
the underground fighting world. Vic hadn’t been part of it. Apparently, he’d
skipped town. Asshole.

Karma eventually
caught up with him, though. Apparently Thom had been keeping his eye out for
any news, any new fighting circuits popping up in neighboring states. About
half a year after I quit fighting, Vic fucked with the wrong ex-SEAL and got
his head bashed in. He was trying to run the same scam he’d run back here, only
now that there was a story about it out there on the Internet, his next victims
figured it out before he could get them under his thumb. Vic ended up a
vegetable rotting in a hospital somewhere, and it took a little while, but I
eventually felt sorry for the guy. If he was dead, that wouldn’t have been so
bad. But trapped in your body, unable to think, unable to do all the things you
used to do, just pissin’ and shittin’ and droolin’ all over yourself day in,
day out? That wasn’t living. That was hell.

I wouldn’t have
wished that fate on my worst enemy. But there was nothing I could do. I’d tried
to warn him, in my own way. And some leopards just never changed their spots.

The money I’d
saved up, plus what Vic had left me with, gave me some time to think about what
I wanted to do with my life. After a lot of thought, I realized that the reason
I’d enjoyed my time in the Marines so much wasn’t because I was out there
fighting for my life, but because I was making a difference for people back
home. I was impacting lives with my service, ensuring that a new generation of
Americans could enjoy the freedoms I always had. Or at least, that was what I’d
told myself out in the desert all those years. When you were living the reality
of a tour of duty, you didn’t really dwell too much on politics. You just towed
the line.

I wanted to feel
that way again, and this time, I didn’t want to get anyone hurt or killed. But
I was still a fighter at heart, and I always would be. So what could I do?

Parker introduced
me to the idea of teaching others how to defend themselves. And after a little
research, I’d landed myself a job as a mentor teaching at-risk youths the fine
art of boxing. I had to modify the program a little, of course—some things I
was just better off not teaching to kids—but it ended up a huge success, both for
the kids and for me. My class was the most popular one the local rec center
offered, and my students all seemed to be getting a lot out of it. That was
enough for me.

Shit, though, it
was so weird to think of myself as a teacher, when a year ago I’d been
convinced I would never do anything but destroy people. Now I was building them
up, making them into better versions of themselves every day. I was their rock
as much as they were mine. We were all just taking it one day at a time.

And Parker? Things
with her turned out even more amazing than I could have hoped for.

After she ran the
story with Thom, her boss, Melanie Cartwright, had offered her a better
position at
The Spill.
But Parker ended up getting an offer from
The
Daily Bazaar,
a way more upscale news outlet that came with a private
office and a damn fine pay raise, too. She missed the hell out of working with
Thom for the first few months after she left, but then one of the sportscasters
at the
Bazaar
got canned for putting webcams in the women’s restrooms,
and upon Parker’s glowing recommendation, they hired Thom. She’d felt like she
owed it to him, she said, but I think deep down, she just missed her friend.

She got a lot of
attention from other places, too. A lot of talk shows and shit wanted to
interview her, to talk to the woman who’d exposed the seedy underbelly of
underground fighting, and all that bull. Not that Parker hadn’t done exactly
that, but the way everyone stalked her for months on end was a little
frustrating for both of us. And then some asshole got it into his head that he
could get
his
big break by “exposing” Parker for impropriety—basically
alleging that her special relationship with me had tainted her judgment and the
facts. I offered to find this fuckwit and make him take it back, but Parker
just rolled her eyes and said it was part of the job. Besides, Thom ended up
rooting the guy out, and I’m not sure what he said, but whatever it was, Parker
was never bothered again. I’d respected the guy before, but he really impressed
me that day.

Everything had
really fallen into place. Parker and I slowed down a little and decided to
leave the family planning for later. Once we got past the “fucking like
rabbits” stage, we saw things a little more clearly. And anyway, there was
already going to be a new addition to the family soon. Iris just announced she
was pregnant, which kind of almost meant I was going to be an uncle. Slade was
too, sort of, and a dad. You can bet I gave him as much shit as possible for
that, too.

It felt so good to
move forward. I was a mentor to kids like me now, playing the part of the big
brother I’d always wanted, but had to grow up without. I was making a
difference in people’s lives, and for once it was a positive one, one that made
me feel genuinely good about myself.

And things with
Parker just couldn’t have been better. Well, I guess maybe they could’ve been a
little better, because next week, after Thom and Andy’s wedding, I was going to
propose to her. Thom had been ecstatic when I told him. He’d even helped me
plan it out to ensure Parker got the most romantic moment she could have hoped
for.

Things were
changing. But no matter what happened, as long as I had Parker at my side, I
knew I could handle it. With her, I was safe. I was home.

Life was good.