Thin Love (23 page)

He knew he had a reputation. He knew Keira had been informed about that reputation, but it didn’t annoy him that she thought he was a slut. He knew who he was. Still, if he ever wanted a shot at being with her, Kona knew he’d have to be honest. “I’m clean, smartass. We get tested for the university’s insurance and I’ve never been with anyone without a condom. Ever.” The idea of anyone touching her bothered Kona more than he wanted to admit to himself, but he had to know. He figured it wouldn’t come close to matching his number, but he still had to know. “Come on, tell me.”

“One.”

Kona thought he’d heard her right, but wasn’t sure. She said the word so quietly that he had to move his head to hear her better. “What?”

Keira sighed again and her breath warmed against Kona’s cheek. “Diego
Medina
. Last fall.”

“Last fall?” Kona did the calculations in his head, figuring that less than a few tumbles almost a year ago would explain some of Keira’s stiffness when he was near her. The thought didn’t make him feel good.

“Yeah. I was feeling rebellious. Leann’s boyfriend Michael and Diego are cousins. They got arrested for stealing money out of the poor box at St. Anthony’s our senior year.” She shrugged, waved her hand like that small detail wasn’t as bad as it sounded. “My mom doesn’t like Leann and she hates Michael. I wanted to annoy her and I thought dating a Cuban boy with a record would annoy her the most. So when she told me I couldn’t hang out with Leann or her boyfriend, I snuck out and we drove to Atlanta to see Phish.” Keira’s voice was steady, but she took Kona’s fingers in her hands, rubbing over his knuckles as though she needed a distraction as she spoke.

“Diego took my virginity in the backseat of Michael’s Durango while Phish played “Free” a couple thousand feet away.”

“What did your mom do when you got back?”

“She didn’t even know I was gone. The Steamers had a bye week that weekend and she and Steven got tickets to a charity auction with the head coach. I got home before they did.”

“And what happened with the Diego kid? Why’d you stop seeing him?”

“He got arrested for a B&E in Zachary. He was eighteen by then so he went to Dixon Correctional. As far as I know, he’s still there.”

Kona considered the information, watching Keira’s expression to see if it was sad, to see if her being with that Diego kid was what made her frown the way she did. He didn’t think it was him that had her eyes shining.

“And that was the one time?”

She didn’t answer him immediately and she brought up her knees, laying Kona’s hand on her thigh as she traced the lines on his palm. “No. He got me drunk two weeks before he went in.” She smiled then, glancing to him once before she raked her fingers over his palm. “I slept with him, but afterward he tried to get me to have a threesome with him and some girl called Dena. She had an incredibly huge ass. I ran out of there quick as I could after Dena kissed me.” Her glance returned and Kona wondered why her smile was wider then, as though she remembered a detail he knew she wouldn’t share with him. “That was the last time. He gave me a hickey. A gross purple thing and I made sure my mom saw it. I was still pissed she didn’t notice me sneaking off to Atlanta.”

“What did she do?”

Keira’s eyes came up, rolling and she stopped messing with his hand. He didn’t like her not touching him. He didn’t like that just recalling her mother’s reaction to her small rebellion had Keira crossing her arms. “Told me it was tacky and then brought me to the doctor for an HIV test and birth control pills and then said we’d ‘never speak of it again.’”

Kona’s laugh seemed to calm her and she let him pull her leg over him again. “So you didn’t do the threesome?”

“That’s all you heard in my little story? Me and the Dena the big butt girl?”

A quick flash in his head made Kona’s imagination active and greedy. He slid down closer to Keira, nibbling against her collarbone. “She kissed you. That’s hot, Wildcat.”

“God, you’re such a boy and it wasn’t hot,” she said, pushing him away. She wasn’t angry, the wide stretch of her lips told him that much. “She used too much tongue.”

Kona released a moan as a particularly vivid image of Keira kissing some faceless girl jumped into his mind, but it disappeared when she gave him another shove on his shoulder. He was hard again and wanted so badly to feel her, taste her. He knew it would be a challenge not to take her, but he enjoyed their banter and how comfortable Keira seemed with him then, how easy it had been to calm the heated moments of a few minutes before so that he hadn’t let things get out of hand. Another kiss on her collarbone and Kona moved his mouth up her neck, then to her earlobe. He wanted to hear that sweet moan again and he got his wish when Keira’s quiet laughter transformed into a satisfied sigh.

“I only asked because you didn’t catch my meaning.” She frowned as though she’d forgotten how this whole conversation started. “About leaving you hanging.”

The smile she gave him was wicked, pulled so wide that he could almost see her back teeth. Kona loved that smile. It promised filthy things.

“How do you want to
not
leave me hanging?”

“Did the hickey monster touch you, Wildcat?
Really
touch you?” Her smile grew lethal then and when Keira shook her head, telling Kona with one small movement that she hadn’t been touched by Diego like she deserved, his chest constricted, felt tight with excitement. Keira went back against the pillow without a fight when Kona leaned over her, pressed his full weight on top of her and that wicked, beautiful smile stayed frozen on her face. “He didn’t play with you?” He pushed her shirt up, with a glance to her face, and loved the slow close of her eyelids when his mouth came down on her stomach.

“Not… not like that.”

A small dip of his tongue in her bellybutton and Keira moved her hips, jutting against him. Kona decided that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. She didn’t stop him when he popped open her button, when he tugged down her jeans until only the thin, black panties she wore were visible. Her stomach was flat, firm and Kona licked across each ridge of her muscles, growing harder the more skin he kissed.

“Then he was a dumbass.” Two strips of lace on her hipbones, fabric that barely covered her, had Kona itching to snap them with his teeth. He rubbed his nose inside her thigh, nibbled up her leg until one of those black strips were in between his teeth. He pulled the lace down, getting a glimpse of fine, carefully trimmed hair and then Kona slipped both hands under her ass, growling between breaths when he realized she was wearing a thong. “Can I play with you, Wildcat?” He moved her forward, his mouth returning to the inside of her thigh and Kona inhaled. “I
really
wanna play with you.”

Keira released a small groan and then, her fingers were in his hair gripping, lowering his head. “Show me how much, Kona.”

Awkward Keira did not exist in that dorm room. Kona thought faintly that he didn’t recognize this girl, he might have said that he’d never seen her, but that would have been a lie. He caught a glimpse of her that night in Nathan’s hallway when Kona wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill him or fuck him. At the time, he would have taken either and then, on her bed, with Keira pushing his head between those firm, fine thighs, he thought he might just die. It would be a happy death and he’d meet the Reaper with a smile and the memory of Keira’s heady scent and sinister, wicked grin in his mind.

Another growl, Kona wasn’t sure who made the sound, and he slipped her jeans off completely, then those thin, barely there panties flew over his shoulder and he saw his favorite thing ever in life. Kona rubbed his fingers over her skin, loving how that soft, pink flesh was wet, glistening. His gaze took in the smooth outer lips, the delicious warmth of her folds as he touched her, worked his fingers against her clit. “I won’t fuck you, Wildcat, not yet, but I’m sure as hell going to devour you.” She was beautiful and perfect and Kona’s hands shook, his heart hammered hard against his ribs as he lowered over her and took that tempting clit into his mouth.

He had to still her hips, they moved with him as though Keira was reaching for something, as if her body moved on its own, toward a slip of release she couldn’t find. Kona helped her along, slipped two fingers inside her, easily finding that sweet spot and he smiled against her when he felt how tight she was, how wet and warm she was on his tongue.

Next to him, Keira’s legs shook, Kona felt the quick tremble and he used his free hand to move her leg over his shoulder. “Relax. I’ve got you.” She listened, lifted her right leg to match her left and Kona loved how open she was to him, how much she trusted him with her body. Keira’s heels digging into his back, Kona kept moving, urged forward by her scent, by the low murmurs she made, how she arched into his mouth the deeper his fingers went.

He felt the ridges of the spongy, knot a few inches inside her and bent his fingers, moved his hand around so that his knuckles rubbed against that soft nub. She tasted heady and thick and wonderful and the faster his fingers worked, that sweet spot swelled and Kona loved the feel of it, the taste of her body as he worked his knuckles faster and then, his tongue on her clit, Keira’s hips came off the mattress and he had to chase her, had to concentrate on that spot as she clamped around his fingers, as she screamed his name over and over and he lapped up the small rush that flooded against his tongue.

But it was her face that caught his attention. It was that open, free expression that had his chest feeling tight again, feeling as if his heart was trying to pound right out of his skin. Keira’s smile was blinding, real, and Kona thought, no matter how long he lived, he’d never see anything as beautiful, nothing nearly as uninhibited. It was then Kona realized that Keira had him. He might not want to admit it to her, he might not be ready to speak the words, but Keira Riley had him completely.

“What… what the hell was that?” Kona tried not to laugh at her expression, at the little streak of fear that moved across her face. He crawled beside her, uncaring that his shirt was wet, not bothered that he was still aching against his ever-tightening jeans.

“First time that happened?” He was fascinated by the pink spots coloring her cheeks.

Well yeah, but that was… oh God!” Keira covered her face, let her arms shield her from his attentions. He tried pulling them back, wanting to keep staring at those pink cheeks, but Keira was embarrassed, refusing to let him uncover her face. “Oh God, that was gross.”

“It wasn’t gross, Wildcat. It was amazing.”

Slowly, Keira lowered her arms, but she kept her hands over her mouth. “You… you aren’t disgusted?”

He didn’t hold back his laugh and couldn’t help pulling her against his chest. “Fuck no. Why would I be?” Keira stared at him like he was crazy, like what he’d just done to her was the height of depravity, but he wouldn’t let her retreat. That flush still covered her face and though he loved it, though it made her even more beautiful, he couldn’t let her think she should feel ashamed. “Don’t ever be embarrassed by your body’s reaction to me.” He pulled up her chin to get at her mouth. “You’re beautiful when you come, Wildcat. You’re beautiful all the time, but especially when you come for me.”

That seemed to satisfy her. Keira gave Kona a smile, it was weak, and she still looked flushed, a bit disheveled, but she didn’t avert her eyes or act like she was horrified. She leaned up to kiss him and Kona wrapped his arms around her, let her lead, loving how fiercely she kissed him. But then she brushed against his shirt and jerked back, looking down at the wet spots over his collar and on his chest.

“I, um, got you wet.”

“Ditto.”

Another quick blush and Keira shook her head. “Let me get you a shirt,” she said, moving from the bed. She didn’t cover up, seemed bold and proud to walk around in front of him in nothing but her bra that hung off one shoulder. Kona licked his lips, reminding himself to get her completely naked next time.

“I doubt you have anything big enough for me, Wildcat.”

She bent over, digging through the dresser on Leann’s side of the room and Kona sat up, watched the way she moved, loved the smooth contours of her legs, the round, supple curve of her ass and hips. Seeing her like that only made the raging ache in his jeans bite against his waistband.

Keira turned toward him with a gray t-shirt in her hand and she tossed it to him, offering him a shy smile when his gaze moved up her body. “It’s Michael’s. He left it here awhile back. It was about three sizes too big for him so Leann sleeps in it sometimes.” Kona didn’t move while Keira went to her dresser and slipped on a pair of thin boxers and a white tank top. “It’ll fit,” she said, walking back to the bed.

Disappointed that she was covered up, Kona sighed, then moved off the bed to unbutton his shirt. But as each button came undone, Keira stepped closer until she stood in front of him with her eyes wide and searching. Her hands were balled up into fists at her side and Kona smiled, loving how he could see what she wanted on her face, confused that she didn’t touch him.

“Wildcat,” he said, forgetting about taking off his shirt. She lifted her eyebrows, distracted, but didn’t move her eyes from his chest. “You like this?” Kona pulled off his shirt one shoulder at a time and bit down on his bottom lip when Keira’s eyes grew even wider. He took her wrist, pulling her toward him and directed her fingers onto his chest. “You can touch me.” She took a step, still staring at him like she’d never seen anything like him before. “Anything I have, you can take.”

“Can I…” she moved in closer and Kona thought he’d explode from the tentative touches she made against his chest, how her nails tickled his nipple. Her other hand came around his waist, thumb rubbing his side before she moved her fingers over his abdomen. “Can I kiss you… here?” Keira placed an open-mouth kiss on his pec and Kona’s fingers when straight into her hair.

It took everything in him not to groan at the hot slide of her tongue on his nipple. “You can touch me anywhere, Wildcat. Any fucking where you want. Oh…
shit
.”