Krista Evans was going to be the death of me. In those heels, she was six feet of sin draped in darkness. The silk robe she wore barely covered the tops of her thighs. She’d cinched it tight around her waist, somehow both accentuating and obscuring the curves that had driven me crazy since the day she strolled into town. If she knew how long I’d wanted her, how badly I’d wanted her, she’d never let me live it down.
The sun was sliding toward the horizon, and the small cabin we were staying in was bathed in shadows. She stalked toward me out of them, hips swaying, and I raked my gaze over her from head to toe. Her dark hair fell in waves to her waist. She didn’t usually wear makeup, but she had some on now. I could tell because her eyes were rimmed in black, and her mouth looked fuller than usual, lips glossed over like she’d just sucked me off. She hadn’t yet, and I was sure that was at least part of why she had that evil little grin on her face.
I nearly growled. We hadn’t done anything yet, besides throw our bags into the bedroom, and if she didn’t put hands on me soon, I was going to start testing these restraints.
I’d been half-joking about letting her tie me up, even after buying the rope. I thought it might just be another one of our games, but then she’d dropped her voice into a husky purr after we’d ditched our bags, asking me nicely, and now here I was, buck ass naked in the middle of the living room, arms straining overhead. She’d tied me to a goddamn beam. And I ended up helping her because she wasn’t tall enough to do it herself.
So yeah, I was gone for this woman. And I should just stop pretending that I wasn’t. I’d spent the past two weeks trying and failing to give her the space she asked for. I managed to keep from calling or driving over to her new place, but every night I still found myself at the bar. I kept telling myself to stop, to back off, but then I saw the way she looked at me through the crowd and I thought maybe, just maybe, she was twisted enough that she enjoyed our little games too.
“You going to do anything?” I asked her. “Or just leave me here until my arms go numb?”
She stopped a few feet away, head tilted to the side as she looked me over. “Can’t I just enjoy the sight of you for a minute without you getting cranky?”
I huffed out a breath. “I’m not cranky. I’m impatient. You’re probably naked under that robe, and I can’t touch you. The sooner we play out your little fantasy, the sooner I can fuck you the way we both want me to.”
I got the response I hoped for. Her full lips parted. Black edged out brown as her pupils dilated. Fuck, she was gorgeous. The male members of The Kings, and hell, quite a few of the women too, had been in a frenzy when she started working at Charley’s. She’d shot them all down one after another. But she hadn’t shot me down, and that made me feel way fucking better than it probably should have. It made me feel way more possessive over her than was healthy. I felt like a fucking caveman every time someone else smiled at her.
Her strong. Make pretty babies. MINE. Smile at her and I get club.
She smirked at me. “I should have thought to bring a gag. You’re just as mouthy as I am.”
I arched a brow at her. “You just happen to have gags lying around? You really into this bondage shit?” I wasn’t, but if she was, I could try to make it work.
She shook her head. “No, and not really. I just like the idea of teasing the hell out of you without you being able to manhandle me.”
I lowered my voice. “You like the way I manhandle you.”
She shivered. “Yes, I do. But I like driving you crazy almost as much.”
Her hands fell to the tie of the robe, and with a flick of her fingers, the black silk fell from her shoulders and pooled on the ground behind her. I sucked in a breath that rattled my chest. She was naked under it. Her eyes met mine as she stood there, unabashedly, gloriously bare. Sunlight slanted through the windows at a sharp angle, bathing her half in shadow, half in light. I didn’t know where the hell to look. Everywhere she was lean and taut, long-limbed and languid now with lust. She was muscular, but not so much that she’d lost her curves. Her full breasts and flaring hips called to me like a siren song.
She stepped forward, and I realized why she’d put on heels. We were almost of a height now. All I had to do was tilt my head down to reach her lips. I closed the distance between us and sealed my mouth over hers. She swayed up into me, soft breasts pressing against my chest, fingers braced against my stomach. Our kiss was chaste, close-lipped, and when I tried to deepen it, she pulled away. The growl that ripped from my throat was animalistic. She stepped back and laughed. I was losing this round to her, but goddamn it, I hadn’t been able to touch her in two weeks and it nearly drove me crazy. To have her so close to me now, but not be able to do what I wanted…she must be more sadistic than I thought to be enjoying this. I probably shouldn’t be so turned on by that, but my dick strained between us like it had a mind of its own.
She turned away from me, and I groaned. That ass. Fucking hell.
I watched her stalk toward the couch on those towering heels with barely a hiccup in her stride. It was good that she’d been treating herself better, being kinder to her body. Good for her, but also, selfishly, good for me. It meant we could probably screw around more. I had weeks of pent-up tension to vent. If her leg started bugging her halfway through this weekend, it didn’t matter. I’d find some way to carry her around the place so she could save her energy. I’d gather up every pillow in here and make a little throne for her out of them. I’d find ways to get her off where she wouldn’t even have to move. I was greedy for the noises she made when she lost herself, desperate to hear my name on her lips as she came.
She grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and came back to me, tossing it at my feet.
“Come here,” I said, tilting my head down.
I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to tease her with my tongue, work her into the same frenzy she’d driven me to, but she just grinned that wicked grin and shook her head.
In a fluid motion, she dropped to her knees at my feet. I almost asked her if she would be okay like that but stopped myself. She was a grown-ass woman who knew her own physical limits. If she thought she’d be fine on her bad knee for a little bit, I had to trust that she would be.
Her nails gently scraped up my thighs. My dick stiffened again, a bead of pre-cum shining on the tip. She ignored it, turning her head to kiss my inner thigh, so close, but so goddamn far away.
She dropped another kiss on my leg, a little higher this time, and murmured into me, “I meant what I said that morning.”
“What morning?” I ground out. The woman was going to give me a heart attack at this rate.
She looked up at me beneath her lashes, and I nearly imploded. So fucking beautiful. I flexed my arms, testing the restraints. This place was old and seldom used. The beam she’d tied me to groaned, and I stopped. Termites could have gotten to it, and I wouldn’t be able to touch her if I brought the roof down on our heads trying to get free.
“At your parents’ place,” she said, bringing my full attention back to her. “When I told you that you should always be naked. I meant it.”
“You can get me naked whenever you want. Just say the word.”
She grinned and went back to tormenting me. Her lips pressed a little harder, her nails dug a little deeper. Those beautiful tits hung full and heavy, nipples tightening with desire. I wanted to suck them into my mouth and lavish them until she cried out. Her fingers finally lifted and stroked up my shaft. My balls tightened, and pressure built low on my spine. I was a heartbeat away from coming into her hand like a fucking teenager.
She rubbed her thumb over the head of my dick, using my pre-cum to ease her way as she stroked back down. Her fingers tightened around my base, and my chin hit my chest as I groaned. Finally, she leaned forward and took me into her mouth. I stared down at her, watching my dick slide past those full lips, feeling her tongue slick over my fevered skin. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and she made a noise in the back of her throat that sounded like a stifled moan.
God bless women who take pleasure from giving it.
The tip of my dick nudged against resistance, and I felt her throat convulse. She slid her mouth back up my length before that convulsion turned into a gag. So, deep-throating wasn’t going to happen. That was fine. I was big enough that I didn’t expect it, though if she was willing in the coming days and weeks and hopefully months, I’d be down for teaching her how to take all of me. Instead she took as much of me as she could, using a hand to work the rest. Her other one cupped my balls, fondling their weight, gently tugging in a way that made my jaw clench.
I strained my arms again, unthinking, the rope burning against the skin of my wrists. I wanted out of these goddamn restraints. I wanted to touch her, slip my fingers into her hair and guide her. Overhead, the beam made another troubling sound. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me in again. Tied up like this, all I could do was thrust. I pulsed my hips forward, carefully, not wanting to choke her. Having to be careful only ramped up my frustration. She was driving me fucking crazy. I could come right now, but she’d wanted this, and I wanted to make it worth it for her. If I came right out of the gates, she might not feel like she’d had the chance to torture me enough, and then I’d probably end up tied to the next inanimate object that caught her fancy.
She swirled her tongue around the head of my dick, and I nearly choked.
Baseball. Think about baseball, you stupid asshole.
I filled my head with thoughts of America’s greatest pastime while she went to work on me. I have no idea how many minutes went by, but then she did something with her tongue that brought me gasping back to reality.
Or croquet. Yeah, think of a bunch of stuffy English fucks hitting balls through hoops on their front lawn. Nothing sexual about that.
She started working her mouth and her hands faster, and my control finally snapped. I thrust into her mouth with more force. She made a greedy sound and stroked me harder.
“Krista, I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep this up,” I snarled. It was my way of warning her, of giving her the option of pulling back and letting me come somewhere else, like on those pretty tits.
In answer, she took me deeper, her throat having loosened up a little. It was too much. My head fell back, and I lost myself. I stopped trying to talk myself back from the brink. It was futile when she sucked me down like this. Instead, I let myself feel everything, the wet embrace of her mouth, the gentle, barely-there scrape of her teeth, her tongue, stroking, stroking, and her hand, pumping my base.
My heart felt like it was trying to break out of my chest. Pressure built inside me. She started to work her mouth and hand even faster, and my dick went rigid between her lips. There was an undeniable pulse low in my abdomen and then stars exploded across my vision. I came. Hard. Losing the rhythm as I thrust into her. The pleasure passed as quickly as it rushed in, and my legs decided they were done holding me up. Suddenly my full weight rested on my bound wrists. Yeah, no, this definitely wasn’t my thing. I mean, her teasing the hell out of me was, but now my wrists fucking hurt and there was zero pleasure involved in that, only annoyance.
“Cut me loose,” I said.
She didn’t fight me. Swiping a thumb over her glistening lips, she rose from her knees and grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen. She ended up needing a chair to reach the rope, and she stood on it next to me, putting my nose level with her navel. I went up on my toes, but her tits were too high for me to reach. Fine, I could adapt. I leaned down instead, but I couldn’t reach her pussy either.
“Faster, Krista,” I growled, dick already stirring back to life.
“I’m trying,” she said, sounding harassed. “What kind of fucking rope did you buy? The scissors are struggling to cut through it.”
“I don’t know. The one the sex lady told me to.”
Above me, she choked. “Sex lady,” she said, dissolving into giggles.
I turned my head up to scowl at her and forgot whatever the hell I’d been about to say. Now I understood all those people who were into underboob.
“I keep picturing you in a sex shop, asking that poor store clerk for rope,” she said, glancing down at me. “She must have been in danger of fainting dead away at the thought of you all tied up like a present.”
“She certainly blushed more than I thought someone with her job would.”
Krista lost herself to another fit of giggles, the scissors forgotten.
“I swear to God,” I said. “I will flip upside down and saw through this rope with my goddamn teeth if you don’t hurry up.”
She gave me a little salute. “Yes, sir!”
Several curse-filled minutes later, the rope finally gave. My arms dropped like a canon. All the feeling had gone out of them. Blood rushed back into my deadened limbs in a painful wave. I gritted my teeth and bared it, then shrugged out of the bonds the second I got control of my hands back.
And then I was on her. We’d had a glorious conversation on the way here. She was on birth control, and both of us had gotten tested recently and were clean, so we’d agreed to forgo condoms. I wanted in. Now. The thought of shoving my dick into her hot, wet pussy with nothing between us had been torturing me worse than she ever could.
Despite the fact that she’d just made me come so hard I almost blacked out, I was more than ready for round two. The bedroom was miles away, but the couch was right here, so I dumped her onto it. She let out a shriek as she fell, but it turned into a laugh when she landed on her back in the soft cushions, already reaching for me. I covered her body with mine, careful not to crush her beneath my weight. Our lips met for a quick, burning kiss, and then I moved lower, biting and licking her skin. I was so hungry for her that I felt like I could devour her whole.
She gasped when I sucked her nipple into my mouth. “Jakob.”
I moved to her other nipple and tongued it until she started squirming beneath me.
“I need you,” she said.
I’d had just about as much delayed satisfaction as I could take for the night, so I rose above her and surged inside with one hard, brutal thrust.
She cried out, fingernails digging into my shoulders. “Again.”
I pulled out and then rammed back in, bottoming out. This time, we both moaned. Christ, it was even better than I could have imagined. She was so warm, and so wet, her tight little pussy squeezing me like her body was trying to draw me deeper.
Being inside her felt like coming home.
Her grip on my shoulders tightened. “Come here,” she panted.
I dropped down, resting my elbows on either side of her head. She lifted her hips, and the angle changed, so that the next time I surged forward, my lower abdomen slicked over her clit. From the way she gasped, this was exactly what she needed. I fisted my hands in her hair and started fucking her in truth, remembering the steady, relentless rhythm that would send her tumbling over the edge.
She stared up at me, those deep brown eyes piercing, even as they started to lose focus. Her brows creased, a little line forming between them. I pounded into her and watched from inches away as she started to unravel. Sweat beaded her brow. Her hands fell to my ass, fingers gripping, urging me on.
Her pillowy lips parted on a moan. “Jakob, oh, God.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, and deep inside, her inner muscles squeezed too. The noises she made were throaty and desperate and unevolved, and I couldn’t hold out any longer. I shifted up as she came, angling deeper. She scrabbled at my back like a wildcat, crying out. I gripped her good hip in one hand and rammed home for the last time, spilling myself inside her.
“Fuck,” I ground out. Other words fell from my lips, but I had no idea what the hell I said. I was nearly delirious. Coming inside her was like seeing God.
I all but fell on top of her, cheek planted between her breasts. Her chest heaved beneath me. The thunder of her heartbeat was loud in my ear.
She shook, and I realized she was chuckling.
“Like seeing God, huh?” she asked.
Shit, I’d said it out loud.
I nodded in response. I didn’t trust myself not to give more away if I opened my mouth again. I didn’t trust myself not to ask her to get rid of her brand new apartment and move in with me so she could make me see God 24/7 until we both starved to death because we were too busy fucking to remember to eat.
She kissed the top of my head, arms sliding around me, holding me close. We needed to get cleaned up. Hell, we’d probably just ruined the couch cushions. But her body was so warm and I was so tired suddenly, and so fucking relieved that everything between us was okay, that closing my eyes and taking a nap on top of her seemed like an excellent idea. She couldn’t get away from me again if I kept her trapped like this.
Hmmm, I thought. Maybe tying her up was something I could get into after all.
“Uh…Jakob?” she said. “Not that I don’t want to snuggle, but you’re sort of crushing my bladder.”
I heaved a sigh and pushed off of her. “Shower?”
She nodded, holding a hand up to me. I ignored it and scooped her straight off the couch. She frowned and opened her mouth, probably to make a smartass remark about how I hadn’t dicked her so hard that her legs stopped working, but I sealed my lips over hers before she could get it out.
After the shower, we unpacked our things and got dressed. This rustic cabin had charm to spare, but if we wanted to eat while we were here, we needed to head into the nearest town and pick up some food.
The postcoital bliss faded from Krista’s face as she tugged on a pair of leggings. I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I always watched her. She looked distracted as she slipped a low-cut tank top on. I knew something was bugging her when she sat down to pull on a pair of sneakers, because she was full-on frowning now.
“What is it?” I asked.
She straightened and looked up at me. “I don’t know if I can relax, knowing he’s out there.”
I heaved a sigh. Fuck, we were going to have to do this now. I knew from the look on her face that she wouldn’t give; she could be even more stubborn than me when she put her mind to it. I wanted to at least get through the weekend, have one last, brainless hurrah before shit went sideways again, but it was clear that wasn’t going to happen.
“He’s not out there,” I told her.
Her brows rose. “What? Jakob! You promised me you didn’t kill him!”
She sounded mad, borderline petulant, like she wasn’t upset that I might have killed Redding, but that I hadn’t let her be part of it.
Please God, let her want to be part of it, I thought.If I’d misread the situation, if I’d misread her, then what I was about to do would send her screaming away from me.
“Come on,” I said. “I got you something.”
She frowned. “What?”
I held out a hand. “Just trust me, okay?”
With a wary expression, she put her hand in mine and let me pull her up. I tugged her through the house and led her out the back door. This cabin wasn’t much, but it was secluded, and that made it priceless right now. I hadn’t been lying when I told her no one would hear her scream out here. The land around us was part of a conservation easement, and there wasn’t another human being for a hundred acres in all directions. This was Mike’s summer house. Yeah, that Mike. Dad’s Mike. And all the shit that Dad didn’t want tracked back to him usually ended up out here. And by shit, I meant bodies.
There was a narrow path between the trees out back, and I dropped Krista’s hand and led her up it. The sun was disappearing beneath the horizon, throwing long shadows across the trail, and I made sure to call out when I stepped over a root or a rock so she didn’t trip. A few hundred feet in, a small, low hut came into sight. It was barely more than a lean-to, paper-thin walls holding up a metal roof that was covered over in rust.
Krista stopped behind me. I turned and saw her looking around, wariness being edged out by fear. “You’re not about to whack me, are you?”
I frowned at her. “What, whack you? Who even talks like that?”
She grinned sheepishly.
“No,” I said. “I’m not about to whack you. Would you come on? I want to get this over with so we can go back to enjoying ourselves.”
She let out a huff and started walking again.
I stopped her just outside the door and put my hands on her shoulders. “Close your eyes, or you’ll ruin the surprise.”
She stared up at me for a moment, gaze searching my face, but then finally, her eyes fell shut.
I pushed the door open and guided her into the shack. “Okay. You can open them.”
She let out a strangled gasp.
There, tied up in the far corner, was Spencer Redding. He sat on the dirt floor, arms behind him, head lolling to the side. He looked like he’d spent the last couple days getting the shit kicked out of him. Because he had.
In my defense, he’d earned it. He wanted to go after my girl. He had successfully gone after countless other women. The only reason I hadn’t carved him into fucking ribbons was because I was keeping my shit together for Krista.
I’d gone through hell and back to get him without getting caught. Nick had been watching him, and my closest buddies in The Kings had come with me and run interference, distracting the feds while I snagged him. It had been some Ocean’s Eleven shit. Krista probably would have loved it, but I didn’t know how close Nick was watching her and couldn’t risk involving her at that point.
She’d been confused as hell on the way down here. We’d switched vehicles three times, swapping out my truck for a minivan, an SUV, and then finally, a mid-sized sedan. She shut up when I told her we were shaking off the tail Nick put on her. Even with the vehicle swaps, I’d doubled back several times, my buddies and my dad’s flunkies running even more interference for us, creating traffic jams in our wake. Only when I was convinced that we were free of the feds did we finish the drive.
“Oh,” I said. “I almost forgot.”
I fished a rumpled bow out of my pocket, pulled off the sticker backing, and slapped it down on top of Redding’s head. His eyes cracked open, and he looked up at me with loathing.
“Surprise,” I said.
She didn’t say anything, just kept standing there, staring at Redding.
I held up my hands. “Before you get mad, I want to point out that technically, I didn’t lie to you. I told you he wasn’t a threat to anyone in Kearny, and clearly,” I added, motioning toward him, “he wasn’t.”
She blinked a couple of times. Shit. She looked like she might be about to go into shock. I’d misread her after all.
Fuck it, I thought. In for a penny, in for a pound.
In case it wasn’t abundantly clear that we were here to kill Redding, I pulled the gun from the back of my pants and handed it over to her.
I held my breath as she turned to me. This was it. The moment she realized what a fucking psychopath I really was and went running back to Nick for protection.
A breathtaking smile spread across her face as she lifted her eyes to mine. Then she stood on her tip-toes and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek. “Oh, Jakob,” she said, taking the gun. “This is the nicest present anyone has ever given me.”
She dropped back to her heels and faced Redding, her grin turning into something sharp enough to cut. “Hello, Spencer,” she said. “Remember me?”
Thank you SO MUCH for reading KoK. This has been such a fun book to write and edit, and I hope that it’s just as much fun to read. I plan to publish this summer, so I welcome all of your feedback – the good, the bad, AND the ugly. The best feedback I’ve ever received has been negative, as it’s helped me turn past works-in-progress into better finished books, so don’t worry about offending me. Did you notice any plot holes? Anything that you think could be improved? Was there one part you absolutely loved? Please let me know!
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