Thin Love (62 page)

Be safe.

Phone on the bed, Keira narrows her eyes at Kona. “Why do I get the feeling this sudden concert invite was planned?”

“I didn’t do anything.” At Keira’s small scowl, Kona leans in, gives her a brief kiss. “I promise. Any schemes are all on your son.”

“Oh, he’s my son now?”

His smile widens. “Only when he’s in trouble, baby.” Kona pulls Keira closer, rubbing his mouth against her chest. “So where’d we leave off?”

“I told you my body needs this.”

“That’s right.” One strap down and Kona’s mouth is on her shoulder, tongue tickling over the curve of her breast. “I need this skin.” Then he unfastens the clasps at the back and pulls her free. “I’ve dreamt about these. Years. They are my fucking happy place.” Kona moves his hand from her back, cupping one breast, teasing it before he closes his mouth around it.

Keira feels the vibration of his groan against her skin; his lips sucking, tongue flicking the nipple to attention. “Yes… God…” and with her approving moan, Kona works faster, changing sides, pays tribute to her breasts, suckles them, loves them and Keira needs the contact, has missed the drugging pull of his mouth on her.

Fingers in his hair, tugging, lowering, Keira’s clit hums and she moves her hips against him, wanting to feel that hard erection, wants him to increase, to bring back the sensations only Kona has ever managed. “Yes… harder, Kona.”

The words stir him, has her nipple between his teeth, nibbling, pulling and Keira loves that sharp bite, craves more from him. When her hips move faster and her nails scratch down his strong, wide back, Kona groans, pops her breast from his mouth and stares at her, chest moving fast, pants shifting her hair off of her face.

“Sweetheart, I want to go slow. I want to feel all of you again.”

“No,” she says, sliding against him, the points of her breast teasing his chest. “I don’t want slow. I don’t want soft.” Slow meant time. It meant a delay in the release Keira had craved for too long. “Don’t make me wait. I need this Kona. It’s been… I haven’t…” She wants to cry when he stares at her. She wants that sad, confused frown off his face, but she wouldn’t beg. Not him.

“Wildcat, how long has it been?”

He’d think she was stupid. Keira knows Kona would think this meant something—the time, the touch she’d denied herself. But he won’t move, won’t return his mouth to her body and the frustration keys her up, makes Keira helpless to him. “Kona, it doesn’t matter. Just… I need you. I can’t…”

He doesn’t push, doesn’t do more than nod, returns to the nibbles, the slightly painful bites against her skin and Keira breathes through her open mouth, arches back when he cups both her breasts against his face, his teeth, the prickles of stubble on his chin.

They were dancing again—her moans told him where to go, how to touch her. Her insistent fingers showed him what she wanted. Keira’s tongue on his throat, moving, licking, her teeth digging into the sinewy muscle that connected his neck and shoulder, had Kona panting, gripping her back, standing them until they were in the center of the bed, until he lay over her, hands, mouth, tongues everywhere. Their bodies remembered this; act and react over again until Keira was naked, open before him, until Kona was ready, condom out and fastened over his hard, throbbing dick.

“Now Kona. Do… do it now.” Keira’s voice doesn’t sound like her; the tone is off, wrong, needy, but she doesn’t care that she is whining, that her words come out like a plea. She only knows that Kona’s body is still beautiful, still strong. She only knows that his mouth on her neck, on her stomach, teeth grazing thrills her. “Do it. Just… now.”

He obeys. A slip, a small tease of the head against her clit and Kona is inside.

“Fuck… Keira…
fuck
.” He moves in her, stretching, pulsing against her walls, hovering over her on those strong arms, muscles straining to hold himself up. “Baby, how are you still so tight… how…” Keira clenches against him and Kona is silent.

There are groans, the sweet, erotic sound of their bodies slapping together, his breath over her face, his wide, perfect tongue inside her mouth and Keira is drunk, high on him. She didn’t know, hadn’t realized how much she’d missed this, how his touch, his taste is like a drug. Her drug. How had she lived without this? Without him?

“Harder. Kona… I need…”

“Wildcat, look at me.” Keira growls when he stills, her body moving with the shake of his shoulders and she looks up at him, eyebrow arched. But his smile relaxes her, chases away some of her annoyance. “Tell me what you need.” A small thrust to keep that frown from her face and Keira’s eyes roll behind her closing lids. Kona stops, waits until she looks at him again. “You want me to fuck you, Keira?” A harder thrust, this one has Keira’s legs shaking. “Or do you want me to love you gentle?”

Either answer and one of them will be disappointed, but Keira had been selfless for a long time, putting everyone’s needs before her own. Kona looks down at her and she exhales, releasing the stores of want she has hoarded inside herself for sixteen years.

She touches his face, fingertips on his brow, over his cheek and she hopes he understands. “Kona, you can do gentle later. Right now, please fuck me.”

“Fine,” he says, his smile falling a fraction and then he pulls out of her, comes up on his knees.

“What… what are you doing?” She feels cold, unsatisfied, but doesn’t reach for him, curls her fingers into a fist.

“What you asked.” Kona grabs her arms, fingers biting into her soft flesh and he kisses her. Tongue in her mouth, grip tight, lips so hard he pulls a sudden moan from her. Then, just as quickly as he brought his mouth down on hers, Kona moves away. “Turn around. Ass up so I can fuck you, Wildcat.”

Keira can’t move, is teased by the black tint in his eyes, by those big hands reaching for her, pulling on her waist. “You… are you mad?”

“No. I’m hard. I want inside you. I’ll give you want you want, then I’ll take what I need.” He slaps her ass and the sound echoes around the room. Keira feels herself grow wetter, her clit throbbing harder. “Now move, baby.”

Kona twists her around, lowers her to the bed with his hand on the center of her back. He doesn’t wait for her to settle. He doesn’t wait for her to grab a pillow or fist the sheets. Kona is behind her, holding her hips and then he’s inside again.

Keira feels stretched and from this angle, so full. It had never been this way before. They’d done this once, but like most of the times they were together, it was rushed, hurried before someone, her cousin, his brother, the cops, interrupted them. She’d liked it then. She loves it now.

“Oh God… Kona…” She loves him directing her, loves how tight he holds onto her hips, how hard he thrusts into her.

“Shit, baby… open… open up for me. Like you used to. You know what I like.”

She remembers. It had been so long since anyone controlled her, since anyone took the time to make her body feel alive, electrified. Only Kona could do that. Part of her wonders if it’s still in her, if she can relinquish the steadfast control she’s always had to maintain. But Kona feels so good, so wide inside her and her body remembers this, craves it.

“Are they still mine, baby?” Fingers digging into her hips, Keira drops down, her chest lowers on the mattress to give Kona more access. He slips in deeper, works harder. “You still giving them to me, Keira?”

“Yea… yes, Kona. They’re yours, God, they’re all yours.”

Keira meets him, pushing back against him, taking what Kona gives over and over again until she feels that tight coil inside her, right at her center curling, heating her entire body. She feels high, head weighted, but the smell of Kona’s skin, his large body behind her, the sound of their bodies coming together, has her moaning, needy, ready to take whatever he gives. She’d take it over and over again to feel this sensation, to have her body aching and hungry, reaching for that climax she can almost touch. She is close, can nearly taste the release brimming and she steadies herself on her knees, pulling Kona’s arm around her waist, asking him to hurry, to bring her right where her body wants to be.

“You like this, Wildcat? You like me fucking you hard?”

“Yes… oh God yes.”

Kona leans closer, hips still moving, fingers sliding down her stomach, right to her clit, circling, coaxing from her that sweet release she craves before his nibbles at her neck, tongue and teeth teasing her skin. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.” When Keira feels the hint of her climax, she throws her head back, an invitation that Kona takes and he twists her hair around his fingers, working harder, pulling until Keira’s center pulses and then, finally, she is coming, around him, on him, squeezing and clenching.

Kona’s hand still works on her clit, faster and faster, his fingers loosening in her hair, his warm breath against her neck. “That’s it baby. Fall apart and I’ll catch you.”

That pent up release staggers her, has her voice issuing a raspy cry; wave after wave rushing through her body until Keira’s knees give out, until Kona lowers her to the bed, covering her body, still nestled inside her.

“Dear God,” she finally says, breath so labored, so uneven that she sees small eddies and spots behind her closed eyes. Above her, Kona kisses her shoulder, pulls her hands over her head as his hips continue to work.

“Wider, baby. Give it all to me.”

And his slow, steady rhythm has that orgasm lingering, waving through as though it would never stop. Keira remembers this clearly now, Kona on top of her, so deep inside her, leading her until no thought can stick in her mind; until there is only the smell of his skin and the thick pulse of him deep inside her.

“That’s it… keep going.”

She doesn’t know how he does this, how his voice, his domineering command controls her so effortlessly, but she drinks him up, lets him love her harder, steadier until she cannot control the shake of her limbs, the pulsing ache that thunders in her body.

“God, oh, Kona!”

And he follows her, hips moving, slapping against her as he comes hard, joining her in that sweet, easy surrender.

She has not stopped buzzing, hands still shaking when Kona rolls them to face each other, cradles her against his chest so that Keira can collapse, settle as she comes apart on his chest.

A brief peck on her forehead calms her, pushes up the stillness in the room, the gentle touch of his hands on her moving like a current through her body. That touch on her face softens even more and moves down to her nose, over her eyelids until his lips brush hers, until his hand cups her chin, directs her face higher.

“My always,” he whispers and then Kona leans down, wet lips on her mouth, tongue back inside and he takes her wrists with his freehand, fingers threaded with hers on the pillow above her head as he eases back inside of her.

“Kona… I…”

“Shh, beautiful just let me feel you.” He slides his mouth to her ear, down her neck. “Let me love you for a little bit longer.”

And Keira does not argue, does not stop Kona from loving her, from touching her like it was the first time. Like it will be the last. His breath over her, his heavy body on top of her and Keira closes her eyes and lets Kona take what he needs.

Keira is naked, lying on her stomach. It takes a moment for her thoughts to organize, to remind her that it’s Kona’s bed she’s sleeping in. It’s his large hand settled on her lower back. It was Kona last night that made her body ache.

She smiles, flashes of them together, him taking her hard, then loving her and loving her again, playing like a slow loop in her mind. His touch, his mouth, his lovely, wide dick had brought her to the brink over and over. She thought no one could come that much; that the female body wasn’t capable of that many orgasms. Kona disproved all that.

A quick glance down her body and Keira sees the marks, lovely, faint purple bruises, several teeth marks that she will wear like a badge of honor. They could last a week, maybe two and the idea of more of them, twins to the colors across her skin, given to her in the weeks ahead…

The weeks ahead wipes the smile from Keira’s face.

They only had a few weeks until summer’s end. Steven’s estate would be organized by then. Those poor kids he never met, those abandoned women he treated like whores would get what remained. And then what? Where would she be? Nashville? Here with Kona?

He cares about her. She knows that. He loves Ransom. Keira had seen that in every glance Kona shot their son’s way. He is proud of the boy she’d raised. He wants to be a part of the man Ransom will become.

But where would that happen? Would he leave New Orleans and the opportunities here to live with them? Did he want to live with them?

Despite the infrequent mention of “always” they hadn’t discussed much last night. They teased each other, tortured each other with their tongues, with their bodies, but Kona didn’t say he still loved her. They hadn’t made plans for what would happen next.

He still hadn’t apologized. Not for what he’d told her that day. It was stupid, she knew, to hold onto that anger. It made no sense for that hurt, that betrayal to fester in her chest. She had Ransom. He’d been the offering Kona had made for his sins without ever knowing. Keira shouldn’t still be angry. But she thought she still needed the words. She needs that “sorry.”