massage. He
closed his eyes and relaxed into my touch. “I was back at home and
my dad…” he stopped and swallowed, “it was nothing…just a
dream.”
I bit my lip to stop my sigh. His past was just something he
didn’t like to talk about. In fact, I was pretty sure I was the
only human on earth that he’d ever confessed his history to. While
Evan was aware that he’d been beaten badly, since Kellan had
drunkenly spilled the beans once, and Denny knew about the abuse,
having witnessed it himself, Kellan had never told them that his
father wasn’t his father. No one else knew that his mother had had
an affair on her husband and gotten pregnant by another man. Then
that horrible woman had claimed that she’d been raped. Because of
the lie, or maybe because of the truth, the man who’d raised Kellan
had been brutal with him…and his mother had done nothing to stop
it.
I hated them both.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” I whispered,
kissing his jaw.
He stirred, inhaling deep. Opening his eyes, he gently pushed me
off of him and rolled me to my side. Pressing his body into mine,
his no longer shaking, he cupped my cheek and tilted my head up.
Attaching his warm lips to my neck, he murmured, “Yes, I’m done
with talking.”
My heart picked up its pace as his hand left my cheek to run
down my side. I knew he was diverting his mind with my body. I knew
it, yet I couldn’t seem to stop him from doing it. He pushed me to
my back, leaning over me as his lips worked their way down my
throat. My fingers automatically locked into that marvelous hair as
every section of skin that he touched on me suddenly burned.
My breath was embarrassingly fast as his hand rubbed a circle
into my hip. He was purposely avoiding every spot I most wanted him
to touch and it was driving me crazy, shutting my mind off. I
shoved his head down a smidge when he kissed along the top of my
breast and he chuckled before conceding. All thought of his earlier
grief was gone from both of us as his mouth closed around a nipple,
his tongue drawing a circle around the peak. Aching, I cried out
and rocked my hips towards him.
A deep sound of satisfaction rising up his throat, he seemed
just as pleased being the one giving the pleasure as I was
receiving it. As his teeth lightly dragged across my tender flesh,
his finger, equally as light, ran right between my legs. I was
already ready for him; I think I was in a constant state of
semi-arousal just being near him. I arched my back and ran my hands
over my face and through my hair.
“Oh God,” I muttered as his finger down below matched the motion
of his tongue up above. The two hot spots were making every
coherent part of my body melt away. I probably couldn’t have even
come up with my own name if someone had been around to ask.
Chuckling again, he peeked up at me with a devilish smile. “No,
just me,” he whispered. The part of me that could still get
embarrassed wanted to smack him, but then he switched to the other
breast and my head dropped back, my eyes closing.
“Oh God…yes.”
Groaning a bit himself, he left my breast and slid his tongue up
my throat. His finger also changed position, sliding inside where I
wanted him to be. Working his way up to my ear, he sucked in a
quick, erotic breath. “I love it when you say that,” he whispered
huskily.
I groaned and found his mouth, not even caring anymore that I
hadn’t brushed my teeth in a while. He didn’t either, kissing me
back just as fiercely as I kissed him. His finger gently moving
into me was joined by another; I moaned, clutching his hair. His
thumb joined the action, swirling around the sensitive part on the
outside; I cried out again, my hands switching to his shoulders,
forcibly trying to move him on top of me.
He resisted, chuckling and groaning almost simultaneously. “I
love how much you want me,” he muttered, his mouth moving to
closed his eyes and relaxed into my touch. “I was back at home and
my dad…” he stopped and swallowed, “it was nothing…just a
dream.”
I bit my lip to stop my sigh. His past was just something he
didn’t like to talk about. In fact, I was pretty sure I was the
only human on earth that he’d ever confessed his history to. While
Evan was aware that he’d been beaten badly, since Kellan had
drunkenly spilled the beans once, and Denny knew about the abuse,
having witnessed it himself, Kellan had never told them that his
father wasn’t his father. No one else knew that his mother had had
an affair on her husband and gotten pregnant by another man. Then
that horrible woman had claimed that she’d been raped. Because of
the lie, or maybe because of the truth, the man who’d raised Kellan
had been brutal with him…and his mother had done nothing to stop
it.
I hated them both.
“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” I whispered,
kissing his jaw.
He stirred, inhaling deep. Opening his eyes, he gently pushed me
off of him and rolled me to my side. Pressing his body into mine,
his no longer shaking, he cupped my cheek and tilted my head up.
Attaching his warm lips to my neck, he murmured, “Yes, I’m done
with talking.”
My heart picked up its pace as his hand left my cheek to run
down my side. I knew he was diverting his mind with my body. I knew
it, yet I couldn’t seem to stop him from doing it. He pushed me to
my back, leaning over me as his lips worked their way down my
throat. My fingers automatically locked into that marvelous hair as
every section of skin that he touched on me suddenly burned.
My breath was embarrassingly fast as his hand rubbed a circle
into my hip. He was purposely avoiding every spot I most wanted him
to touch and it was driving me crazy, shutting my mind off. I
shoved his head down a smidge when he kissed along the top of my
breast and he chuckled before conceding. All thought of his earlier
grief was gone from both of us as his mouth closed around a nipple,
his tongue drawing a circle around the peak. Aching, I cried out
and rocked my hips towards him.
A deep sound of satisfaction rising up his throat, he seemed
just as pleased being the one giving the pleasure as I was
receiving it. As his teeth lightly dragged across my tender flesh,
his finger, equally as light, ran right between my legs. I was
already ready for him; I think I was in a constant state of
semi-arousal just being near him. I arched my back and ran my hands
over my face and through my hair.
“Oh God,” I muttered as his finger down below matched the motion
of his tongue up above. The two hot spots were making every
coherent part of my body melt away. I probably couldn’t have even
come up with my own name if someone had been around to ask.
Chuckling again, he peeked up at me with a devilish smile. “No,
just me,” he whispered. The part of me that could still get
embarrassed wanted to smack him, but then he switched to the other
breast and my head dropped back, my eyes closing.
“Oh God…yes.”
Groaning a bit himself, he left my breast and slid his tongue up
my throat. His finger also changed position, sliding inside where I
wanted him to be. Working his way up to my ear, he sucked in a
quick, erotic breath. “I love it when you say that,” he whispered
huskily.
I groaned and found his mouth, not even caring anymore that I
hadn’t brushed my teeth in a while. He didn’t either, kissing me
back just as fiercely as I kissed him. His finger gently moving
into me was joined by another; I moaned, clutching his hair. His
thumb joined the action, swirling around the sensitive part on the
outside; I cried out again, my hands switching to his shoulders,
forcibly trying to move him on top of me.
He resisted, chuckling and groaning almost simultaneously. “I
love how much you want me,” he muttered, his mouth moving to
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