My Sweet Demise (Demise #1) (26 page)

He’s adorable when he’s a son. A petulant boy who doesn’t want a party. “Why don’t you want to?”

“Because we’re having a special guest and she used to share my bed.” He’s exasperated at the suggestion of Willow. “Why can’t they accept my unhappiness is as real as his happiness?”

“Whose?”

“Huh?” He looks away and shrugs. “There’s some frozen peaches in there too. I’ll go out and get you some ice.” He takes my keys out of his pocket. “You want anything else from the store?”

“Why is Willow going to your birthday party?”

“Yes or no? Do you want me to pick up dinner too?” He edges for the door. “Chinese?”

“Kent?”

He’s already gone.

I sigh as I reach into the freezer to grab the frozen peaches. Back on the couch, I stack pillows around his end so I don’t have to see where he used to bag them. The thought depresses me. That makes it sound like he’s stopped; as if he’s changed in one day. Though we shared something special together last night I’m not convinced this is over. These changes take much longer than a month.

Kent returns an hour later with food, a bag of ice, and a six pack of beer. He brings me a sandwich bag full of ice and then makes a spread out of the Chinese food on the coffee table.

His mouth thins when he eyes my pillow fort. “I’ll buy a new couch,” he promises.

“Thank you.” I lean over and kiss him softly on the cheek, taking the plate he made me.

He turns his head to the side and kisses my tender lips gently. “Ice your mouth. I want it later.”

A thrill goes through me at his words. I bring the ice to my mouth and eat with the side that isn’t puffy and sore. “I fought because of you. You’d better make it up to me tonight.”

“I plan to. I’m going to make love to that smart mouth all night.” I start to eat faster and he laughs. “Slow down. Have a beer with me first.” He uses my keys to pop the cap on a beer, then hands it to me. He does the same for himself and then we clink bottles. “To trying.”

“To trying,” I cheer back.

Together we drink, holding eye contact, each of our gazes a mirror of the other. We both want the same thing. That buzzing is back. Now it knows exactly what we can do together. I want Kent Nicholson to make love to me all night.

He leans back with his plate and changes the channel to a football game, breaking the connection before we tackle each other. I’m still not a fan. I eat, ice my face, and worry like crazy about Becca. After I’ve finished I excuse myself to go change out the laundry and use the opportunity to convince myself she won’t dislike him as much I know she already does.

I fear who she’s coming home to. I’m not the same Raina she left for school. I learned how to stand on my own two feet, and though my footing can be unstable, it supports me. All she’ll see is how badly I’m wobbling though. She’s only going to see the tear stains on my cheeks, the uncertainty in my eyes, and the bruises on my face. Becca is coming home in time to witness my destruction.

After I switch out my clothes I take my sheets upstairs, pass a quiet Kent on the couch, and fix my bed. It smells so good I lay in it, rolling around in the clean bedding like a kitten. I may even purr.

Kent comes in mid pillow sniff and smirks at me. I drop my pillow and lie there on my back, staring up at him.

“I iced my mouth.” I hold out my hand.

He closes my bedroom door and kicks off his boots. He pulls his shirt over his head. He undoes his zipper and belt. His jeans hit the floor and he’s standing there in only his white boxer briefs. I wonder if I should undress myself as well. Before I can get to my shirt he’s already crawling his way to me. My legs open, making room for him. He rests on top of me. His lips find me willing and eager. I don’t mind the pain in my lips right now. I bring my fingers in his hair and press his face harder against me since he’s being gentle.

“Don’t hold back, Kent. I need you right now.”

He doesn’t need any more prompting. His lips devour me. I feel like he hasn’t eaten in days and I’m his dream meal. His tongue tangles with mine enticingly as his hands delve under my shirt. We break our kiss while he pulls it over my head. He reaches under my back and quickly unclasps my bra. It’s gone just as fast. He takes my nipple into his mouth immediately and sucks on me hard, twirling his tongue around my tender excited flesh. It’s surprising and just what I wanted. It feels so damn good I play with my other one while he sucks harder. When he switches sides so do I.

He elicits sounds from me I didn’t know I could make; feelings so profoundly altering I can’t fathom how I’ll ever be the same.

“Kent,” I moan, needing to say his name while I feel this good.

I writhe beneath him as he gently nips at the space between my breasts. He kisses down my stomach, sucks at my navel, and then bites down on the zipper on my jean shorts.

“Let’s get these off.” He unzips them with his teeth as his fingers undo the button. In one fluid, expert motion my shorts are on the floor with his clothes. He grips my thighs and opens my legs, draping them over his shoulders. My panties are light blue and the wetness is easy to spot. He grins at me, all black eyes and mussed hair, and digs his nails into my thighs. “My, Rain, you’re excited.”

“Kent.” Why is he playing with me?

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I want…”

“What, baby? Tell me.”

This is Kent, I remind myself. I have no reason to hide in front of him. “Take my panties off. Slowly. I want to watch this time.”

He follows my command, slipping his fingers under the waistband on my panties and slowly, so slowly, taking them off. “My turn. I want you to taste yourself.” He finds my wet spot and brings it toward me. “Open that smart mouth.” I oblige. “Stick out your tongue.” He slides the wet cotton right over my tongue.

I close my eyes as he defiles me with my own panties. The cotton is soft and I can taste myself. I lap at it gently, watching the madness in his eyes unfold. I’m driving him completely insane. Fire explodes between my legs when he licks his lips and bites the corner of his mouth, like he can’t take it anymore. He wants me that badly.

I want to torture him. “My turn. I want to taste you now.”

His eyes widen as he realizes what I’m saying. He looks torn as he drops my panties. He wants me to taste him but doesn’t want to ask.

“It’s my turn,” I demand, getting up. “Lie on your back.”

“Yes, Rain. Anything you say, Rain.”

He shifts so he’s lying in the exact spot I was. I move to straddle him, sitting right over the hardest part of him through his briefs. He looks up at my naked body, his mouth slightly agape. I undo my hair and shake it out, feeling uncharacteristically confident.

“You are the sexiest damn woman I’ve ever seen, you know that?” His hands find my thighs, rubbing me temptingly.

“No.”

“Well, you are. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then taste me.”

Oh, now it’s up to me? Smashing down my nerves, I lean over and kiss him. My breasts rub against his chest, driving tingles down my spine. His fingers dig into my thighs as I drag my lips down his stubble, the scraping making me hum. I love that sound. I kiss his jaw, his neck, and down his chest. I lick his abs, running my tongue over the grooves of his perfect body. As I get lower I notice how hard he’s breathing. It spurs me on. I stick my tongue in his belly button and his fists bunch in my sheets. I like having this control over him. I reach down as I lick him to touch him through his boxers. He is warm and thick in my hand. I rub him, loving the way he moans. Seeing how good he feels erases the rest of my nerves. I peel his briefs down his legs.

Without reservation, I take his penis in my hand and stroke the length of him.

“Rain,” he moans. “I want you to suck my dick with that smart mouth.”

I don’t remind him it’s still my turn. I’m not done torturing him. I want to feel him more. He’s heavy and warm, swollen rock hard with his want. I like the way his skin feels, hard and velvet smooth, but I think it’d be better if I had something to make it wet.

“Spit on me,” he says, guessing my thoughts.

“What am I? A cavewoman?” He grins at me. “Or I could do this.” I move to straddle him again and nestle my middle right over his penis. He parts my lips and I nearly come undone. I rub against him, driving his thickness between me without putting him inside. My wetness coats him. I force myself to focus only on him and not my pleasure as he stares up at me like I hold everything he’ll ever want in my hands. “How’s that?”

He groans and moans at the same time. The sound is so hot I push myself harder and faster over him. “Answer me,” I order.

“You feel so damn good, Rain.”

I ease the motion of my hips and take a few seconds to collect myself before I can take him in my hand again. He’s covered in my wetness. It’s easy work stroking him now. Kent is breathing so hard he’s all I can hear. I find immense pleasure pleasuring him. It gives me the courage I need to lean down and put him in my mouth. I place the tip of him between my lips, and then close them around him. His body tenses beneath me and my sheets are knotted in his fists. He likes it. I take more of him until he teases the back my throat. My lips stretch almost painfully with his girth. Still, I want more, moving my head up and down rapidly as his thickness enters and exits my mouth.

He reaches down suddenly like he’s going to stop me, but it’s too late. His semen shoots into the back of my throat. It’s hot and salty, sliding down my throat without warning. He lurches forward again as a second wave shoots into my mouth. When he relaxes around my tongue I pull him out and glare at him.

“I’m sorry,” he huffs, clearly not sorry. His grin is lazy and sexy. “I never come that fast. Having your smart mouth on me was too much to handle.”

I lick my lips and swallow the remainder, not mad he did that but mad because it means we’re done. “Are we done?”

“What? No.” He laughs huskily, his tone unbelieving. “You’re amazing, Rain.”

“We’re done, aren’t we?”

“What? No.” He laughs again, this time suspiciously less buoyant. “Come here.”

I crawl up his body and fold myself against his side, resting my head on his chest. “We’re done.”

His laugh is half asleep. His lips fumble through his exhaustion for me. I reach up and meet them, trying not to laugh at his expression. He’s fighting sleep so hard he looks drunk.

“Sleep.” I kiss him once more. “We can finish when you wake up.”

Still, he fights it, kissing me softly. “I’m falling for you, Rain,” he mumbles, his voice deep and exhausted. “I’ve been falling since I opened the door.”

“What?” I touch his chest but he’s already out. “Kent?” I huff in irritation and lie back down, snuggling against him.

He’s falling for me?

What does that mean? For some reason I picture his eyes. Every time I look into them I fall headfirst. I think to some degree it’s a choice to go in headfirst. Some people fall on accident, flailing clumsily as they wait for the painful impact. Others fling themselves over the edge waiting for it. Some know what they’re falling for. I chose Kent Nicholson and I have been falling ever since.

I pull the covers over us and rest against his body, listening to his heartbeat as I trace his chest, his little pink nipples, and down his abs to his pubic hair. I delve my fingers inside of the patch, letting the silky fair hairs caress me. I fall asleep tracing his abs and am awoken by a gentle shove.

I roll over and blink sleepily at James. He stares down at my breasts with a goofy grin on his face.

I gasp and pull the sheets up to my chin. “What?” I growl, despite his inability to hear me.

He holds my cell out and Becca’s smiling face looks back at me.
Oh no
. Becca. I grab the phone and give James an apologetic smile before he leaves the room.

Before the call can go to voicemail I answer it. “Becca, I’m sorry. I overslept.”

She’s quiet on the other end.

Uh-oh. Quiet Becca is a dangerous Becca. “Becca?” I ask softly.

“Terminal A,” is all she says.

Crap. I drop my phone and cover my face with my hand. Beside me Kent stirs. “Rain?” he asks, fumbling for me. When he finds me he wraps his arms around me. “Rain,” he repeats, like he found what he was looking for.

“I have to go pick up Becca at the airport.”

“All right.” But he doesn’t let me go.

“Now.”

“Got it.” He tightens his hold on me. “You can leave at any time. But you have to give me a kiss first.”

“Morning breath,” I chastise. Always with the morning kisses. “You know I don’t like it.”

“Then you’re not leaving.” He throws his legs over me, his naked body fitting with mine.

The way he feels wrapped around me is intoxicating. I want to stay here in his arms until life rips us apart.

I roll over and touch his handsome face and lean in, kissing him softly. But Kent doesn’t want soft this morning. He pushes my lips open with his tongue and shifts so he’s resting on top of me. I moan into his mouth and give in. It’s no use. He knows I want him. I grind myself against his cock, which is already hard and ready, rubbing us together like we’re trying to start a fire.