My Sweet Demise (Demise #1) (34 page)

I give him my hopeful expression.

He closes his eyes. “Your spell has no power on me.”

I kiss his lips long and hard, earning a deep moan from him.

“Rain,” he pleads. “We need to talk.”

“We can talk after you make love to me.” I rub his back temptingly. “I need to be with you right now.”

“I want you to know how I feel.” He sounds serious. I cease moving my hands. “Tell me exactly what you want from me.”

“I want you to love me enough so my distrust has no power. It’s a part of me. There’s nothing I can do about it.”

“I can do that. You’ll trust me more than anyone someday. What else?”

“I want to know when we fight you’re not going to run. Because come on, we’re going to fight, it’s what we do.”

He smiles, chuckling because he knows it’s true. “No running. Where would I go? What else?”

“I want you to promise me no matter what you’ll never cheat on me.”

“I promise. I couldn’t find someone I wanted as much as you if I tried. Anything else?”

“I want you to get me a new job since you got me fired from my last one.”

His smile is twisted in apology. “Sorry about that.”

“I’m sure you’re real sorry.”

“I am. Wayne was being a dick. Were you there?”

“No.”

“Shit.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Sophie made it sound like you were.”

“Sophie’s a lying, conniving witch. She wanted you the entire time. She made it so Trevor was right next to me when you got home. I didn’t do that on purpose.”

“I told you about her.” He closes his eyes in anger. When he opens them they’re once again calm. “You want anything else?”

“I want you—us to stop drinking. No more drinking. I don’t even like it and I’ve been doing it like crazy.”

“Done. I haven’t had a drink since I got arrested.”

“What happened?”

“Wayne dropped the charges after my dad wrote him a check.”

“Spoiled brat.”

He shrugs. “I feel kind of spoiled right now.” He presses me into the mattress to kiss me. “Is that all you want?”

“For right now.” I hug him to me hard. When I lift my arm to grasp his back, my shoulder catches his attention.

“You got a tattoo?” He frowns at it as he traces it. “Who’re you falling for?”

“It was a reminder to never fall for anyone again.”

His eyes sadden. “You really thought we were done?”

The reminder is still fresh. “I’m still not sure.”

“What do I have to do to prove to you you’re all I want? Do I have to marry you? Do I have to spend forever proving it, because I will?”

“I like forever.”
Please don’t ask me to marry you.

“Would you marry me if I asked?” Psychic bastard.

“Yes, so don’t ask. We’re barely getting back together and we have so much stuff to work on. What do you want from me?”

“I want you to trust me. I don’t want to hear stuff like
I’m still not sure
. I want to know when I’m not with you you’re not thinking yourself crazy. You have to trust me.”

“I’ll work on it, I promise. What else?”

“Don’t be afraid to be happy. I want to make you happy.”

“You do make me happy.” I look down but he lifts my chin back up. “But you make me sad a lot also. All of the other women, the uncertainty, the games we play. I don’t want to play games anymore.”

“Me neither. Even though you lost,” he teases, still not letting his true self go.

“I’m not the one who got kicked in the face.”

“I got kicked in the face! No wonder my face killed. Where’s your phone?”

“Becca has it. She changed my number.”

“That’s another thing I want. I know you love your sister. I don’t want to get in the way, but you have to start speaking up to her. You have to tell her how you feel and what you want and accept she might not enjoy every choice you make.”

“She’ll never like you.”

“We’ll deal with it.”

“I’ll talk to her. But she’s so scary,” I whisper, making him chuckle.

“You’re telling me.” He sags down, taking me with him. As he does he traces my tattoo. “You’re kind of a badass now. It’s turning me on.”

“Sex?” I pop up, suddenly excited.

He laughs and reaches over to tuck my stringy hair behind my ear. “Don’t you want to talk some more?”

“No.”

“At all?”

“Not right now.” I splay my hands on his chest. “I want you right now, Kent.”

He drops his hands and lays them at his sides. “Then come get me, baby.”

Without further prompting I straddle him and find his mouth. I kiss this man as deeply as a person can, this slow intense kind of kiss I feel all the way in my toes. They curl up against his thighs. His hands reach up and cup my backside, gently squeezing and pushing me against his erection. The contact is a light in a room full of gasoline.

We both erupt.

I delve my fingers in his hair and take his mouth fervently. I pour all of my emotions into my lips, so he knows exactly how I felt and how he’s making me feel now. For the first time in what seems like forever I feel alive again. I am heat and fire beneath his fingertips. His hands reach under my shirt and slowly inch up my back. His skin on my skin makes me shiver. I lift up so he can take my shirt off and fall back onto his lip. I am falling again. This time I am not afraid. Not falling is a lot scarier.

Not having this is more frightening than the fear of losing it.

By the way he’s kissing me I think he’s feeling the same thing. His lips are soft yet hard, kissing me roughly and passionately. For a moment the clothes stay on and we remain in that position, kissing each other like the other is going away. But we’re not going away. We’re finally where we want to be.

I inch my fingers under his dirty white t-shirt, struggling to get it over his head with him on his back. Once it’s gone I run my hands over his body. He hasn’t shaved his chest and there’s a thin layer of fur over it. The silky hairs caress my lips when I kiss him there. The salt on his skin makes my mouth water. He tastes so good I keep going, licking down his chest to his abs.

Beneath me Kent groans.

I slide my tongue over his abs, into his belly button, and along his happy trail. He reaches up and smears the wet trail I left all over his chest, as if there isn’t enough of me on his body.

“Rain,” he moans, as if I’m killing him.

This time I know I am.

I reach for the waistband on his ripped pajamas and he’s up immediately so I can slide them off. I grip him softly in my hand, eager to feel him. Then I put him into my mouth. Beneath me Kent grips the sheets. I suck him hard, putting as much of him as I can into my mouth. I’m mindful of my teeth and curl my lip over them, pulling his thickness inside over and over again. The taste of him has me aching.

“Don’t come,” I warn.

He growls in response.

“Come and I’ll stop. Do you want me to stop?”

He laughs in disbelief. “Never.”

“Then don’t come. Save it for me.”

I torture him a few more minutes, my own fire near dangerous levels. When I can’t take anymore, and Kent is begging me again, I get up and go to his dresser.

“Hurry, Rain.”

I kick my bottoms off along the way and reach up to unclasp my bra. My panties are the only thing on and I don’t have it in me to see if they’re sexy. I grab the box of condoms. Both are open. There’s one left in one box and five in the other. I can’t remember which is ours and which is the couch’s.

“They’re just condoms. Pick one and fuck me.”

Pig.

I pick a box and extract a condom. Kent’s mine now. It doesn’t matter which one we use as long as he uses it on me. I slide my panties down my legs with one hand and then crawl to him on the bed. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve watched him. I rip the packet open with my teeth. I roll the latex material over him, pinching the tip the way he’s done. He watches without giving me any help.

“Is that good?”

“That’s damn good.” He reaches down to inspect.

Watching him touch himself is such a turn on.

“I want you on top so I can see your face. I’ve missed it.”

One look into his eyes and my fears and insecurities are banished. I crawl over him and he takes both of my hands in his, pressing our palms together and wrapping our fingers around each other. We’re connected. I have no choice but to find him by feel. I move my body around until my entrance connects with the tip of him. I stay that way, warming myself up before I begin to slowly fill myself with him. It’s been a while. I’m tender, but the pain somehow feels worth it. I’m earning this pleasure I worked so hard for, this deeply satisfying pleasure. I move my hips over him in a circle, and then up and down, learning which way I like most. I want to touch him but he holds my hands prisoner, looking into my eyes with an unfathomable amount of emotion in them.

He pulls me in so my chest is pressed against his and then imprisons me by locking his arms behind my back. Then he starts to lift his hips, pressing himself inside of me so deeply I can’t feel anything else but him. The sensation fills my head with a haze. My legs are spread wide on top of him and he thrusts into me fast and hard, making sure I know where he is and where he’s staying. His groans of pleasure mix with mine, creating a sound that makes me impossibly hotter. I start to match his hips, pushing down on him when he pulls out. There is a certain desperateness to our actions now, growing within the fire.

We both fly toward the sun together with our wings burning red and gold.

He suddenly rolls us over so he’s on top. “Don’t ever leave me again,” he pleads, filling me to the hilt.

I grip the sheets and succumb to his methods. Doesn’t he get it? He’s all I want. “Never, Kent.”

“I can’t stand who I am without you.” He creates an intoxicating rhythm with his hips, feeding that ache inside of me while keeping me hungry. “I’m nothing without you, Rain.” He braces his hands on either side of my head, looks into my eyes, and then takes my body for everything it’s worth.

When I crawl down from the sun he’s on top of me, breathing raggedly against my neck. His weight is pressing me into the mattress and he’s still inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist to keep him there. Little shreds of pleasure travel through me, not quite ready to let me go.

“So you’re nothing without me, huh?” I kiss the side of his face and lick the line of sweat trailing down his temple.

“We both know it’s true.”

“I think you’re something. You should too.”

As we lie there wrapped around each other amidst the ashes there’s a knocking noise. It’s muffled through the wall, but I can clearly detect it coming from the front door.

“Can’t James get it?”

“James moved out when you did. He went back to Tampa.”

My heart falls. “He left?”

“I don’t blame him. If I could leave me I would have.”

“I’m sorry.” I look away and stare at the window. Orange sunlight seeps in through his beige curtains. “It’s Becca. I don’t want to face her right now.”

“Then don’t.”

“I’ll have to. She’s my sister.”

He rolls off of me and gets to his feet. “I need a shower. You want to come?”

The knocking gets louder. “No, go ahead. I haven’t eaten in days. I’m going to go make something.”

We part ways in the hall. His naked ass disappears into the bathroom and all I’m wearing is one of his black dress shirts I found on the floor. It smells like him. I inhale the collar and walk over to the stereo, turning it on to drown out Becca’s angry demands.

Beyoncé comes on. I grin.

“
Crazy In Love!
” she screams. “This means war!”

I blow her a kiss through the door and move my hips to the beat. I find some turkey meat and some cheddar cheese. I slather bread with mayonnaise and mustard and make Kent and I two thick sandwiches. He comes into the kitchen wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs as the song shifts.
Womanizer
comes on and I laugh at his disgruntled expression. He marches over and shuts the radio off.

“Cute,” he grumbles.

“I made food.” I hold it up like a peace offering.

He walks behind me and slaps my ass hard. “What a good girl.”

I yelp and spin around, glaring at him. “I’m always good.”

“Sure, Rain. Who was that big goon you brought with you?”

“No more games?”

“None,” he promises.

“Becca’s old boss, Max. We’ve been staying with him and his wife. He’s amazing and I intend to be his friend for a long time. Okay?”

He sighs. “Sure, Rain. He’s married?”

“Happily.”

He relaxes. “Did you like it there?”

“Max and Claire are cool, but no, I missed the apartment. I missed you.” That I can admit my feelings now without worrying about repercussions makes a shiver travel over me. “I was miserable without you.”