Kellan (7 page)

I finally turned
to look at him and realized he’d moved closer. His mouth was only inches away,
so full and inviting. His gaze was trained on mine—his eyes weren’t even
sweeping my body, taking in the parts of it he’d revealed. He was looking at
me,
into
me, and it made my thighs quiver with anticipation.

He said, “You’re
beautiful, Parker. Incredible. And that makes me wonder what the hell you’re
doing with a guy like me. It just… doesn’t make sense.”

“Does it have to?”
I murmured, searching his face for an answer. His lips quirked just a little
and I smiled back. “Can’t we just do what feels good?”

It was as much of
a plea to myself as it was to him. My inner journalist was shrieking at me to
pull back, to abort, to keep some kind of professional distance between us. But
my heart was singing another song, begging me to submit to the desire I’d felt
since the moment I laid eyes on Kellan in that shitty bar.

What
would Melanie Cartwright do?
I asked myself. I knew
the answer. She’d use Kellan for as long as she needed him, then cast him
aside, leaving him to live with the consequences. Could I do that? Could I be
as ruthless as she was? According to her, I had to be, otherwise I was risking
my career.

Yet even though
I’d only known Kellan a brief time, I was already less willing to risk his
wellbeing over my job, my dreams, even. I couldn’t begin to articulate why, but
I cared more about him than I did any story. I wanted him to feel safe with me.
I wanted to earn his trust.

“I don’t know,”
Kellan said softly, replying to my earlier question. “Whenever I do what feels
good, it always seems somebody gets hurt.”

“What about me?” I
asked him. “Will I get hurt?”

Kellan cupped my
cheek. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Without another
moment of thought, I leaned forward and slowly, sweetly pressed my lips to
Kellan’s. I heard as much as felt the sharp intake of his breath, tasted the
beer on his tongue turn into something fiery and more savory. My heart was
pounding a mile a minute, and when I pressed my hand to his chest, I felt that
his pulse was racing, too. I shuddered in his arms as he consumed me, returning
my kiss with a fervor I’d never felt in all my life. No one had ever kissed me
like Kellan did that night, and I was positive that nobody ever would.

I threaded my
hands through his hair, finally allowing myself to touch the soft, shimmering locks
I’d been eyeing since we met. They felt even more silken than I’d imagined, and
when I grasped a handful of them, Kellan moaned. It was a deep, primal sound
that came from the bottom of his soul, and as he finally tugged down the
neckline of my tank top, revealing the cups of my bra, he accompanied it with a
low growl.

“You aren’t
afraid?” he asked me.

I was. I was
terrified.
But in all the right ways.

Sinking my teeth
ever so gently into his lower lip, I whispered, “No.”

Kellan shook his
head, as if in wonder. Then he pulled down the cups of my bra and freed my
breasts, allowing them to spill into his hands.

The way his rough
palms cupped my sensitive flesh made me throw back my head in ecstasy. As soon
as I’d exposed my throat Kellan was upon it, his scorching lips burning a trail
up to my earlobe. He took it between his teeth at the same time he grazed my
nipples with his thumbs, sending electric arcs of pleasure through me. They
ignited my core, and a moment later, I felt the dampness in my panties grow to
a deluge.

Kellan abandoned
my ear to bring his head to my breast, and I cried out as he laved it with his
tongue. Then he bit and sucked, pulling my nipple gently, still tantalizing the
other one as he pushed me down on my back on the couch.

His erection was
so hard against me. I could feel it prodding into the gap between my pussy and
my thigh, throbbing a steady rhythm as I lifted my hips and ground against him.
Kellan snarled, pushing the fabric around my chest up until I raised my arms so
he could get my shirt and bra over my head. With my torso fully exposed, I
writhed underneath him, kissing him on the mouth much harder than last time.
Kellan responded by grasping my shorts and yanking them down my legs, leaving
me only in my delicate, lace panties.

He reached between
us and lightly rubbed the pad of his index finger over my sopping wet crotch,
and I gasped as his nail grazed my nether lips. “You’re all wet,” he breathed,
examining my slick lust with a much too gentle touch. I moaned and he pushed
his finger up into my slit, teasing me through my panties. “How long?”

“Since we met,” I
whimpered, and it was true. I’d wanted Kellan from the moment I’d lain eyes on
him. I couldn’t wait to have him a moment longer.

Kellan
straightened and pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his chiseled abs
and the tattoo I’d noticed when he was fighting in the ring.
Semper Fidelis,
with an eagle spreading its wings. I kissed every feather as Kellan began to
undo his belt.

I heard his zipper
go down, then felt warm, velvety flesh pressing against my belly. I looked
down. Kellan’s dick was completely out, long and thick and crowned with a bead
of precum at its rosy tip. He was
huge
, almost beyond imagining. As he
pulled his pants the rest of the way down, I took his meaty shaft in my hand
and began to stroke, short and fast, eliciting an anxious grunt from between
his lips.

“I haven’t even
jacked off since we met,” he gritted, looking down at me while I toyed with his
cock. I got my palm around his heavy balls too, massaging and tugging at them,
feeling them grow even more swollen in my hand. “I’ve been so fucking hard for
you, Parker.”

“I know,” I told
him, fascinated by the way his dick was leaking for me. Precum bubbled and frothed
out of the tip, so much of it that it was dribbling onto my stomach just
beneath my tits. I wriggled down further between his legs so he could slide his
shaft between my breasts, then pressed them tight around the sides. Kellan
groaned. “Show me how much you want it,” I begged him.

Kellan drew in a
breath through his teeth as he began to thrust, fucking my tits slowly at
first, then harder and faster. I wasn’t sure if he was gritting his teeth
because it felt so good, or because we were giving those bruised ribs of his a
workout, but the fire in his eyes told me that it might be both.

I played with my
nipples as he sawed between my mounds, leaving creamy stains all over them as
his excitement built. I licked my lips and opened my mouth, inviting him in,
and with each push of his hips I teased his tip with my tongue, lapping at all
that thick precum, sucking at it, making him pulse.

“Fuck,” he
whispered, voice thick and low. “Parker, baby. If you keep that up, I’m gonna…”

“Cum on my face?”
I whispered, flickering my tongue along the underside of his ridge. “Cover me in
a hot, sticky load you’ve been saving up for days?”

Kellan reached
down and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my lips away from his cock. He stopped
thrusting and looked into my eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “That’s exactly what you’ll
make me do. Goddamn, you’ve got a mouth on you, and I’d love to see it filled
with my spunk. But I don’t want to cum there.” He withdrew his dick from
between my breasts and let it trail down my stomach, slowly moving down my body
until he was rubbing his thickness against my panties. “I want to cum
here.
”

I bit my lip. I
wasn’t on the pill. But Kellan smirked and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll pull out.”

This was madness.
Utterly insane. I barely knew Kellan, but I wanted to feel him skin-to-skin. I
didn’t want anything coming between us, not even a thin, latex barrier.

Kellan asked, “Do
you trust me?” I nodded. Yeah, I trusted him. I had no idea why, but I
honestly, truly did.

He pulled aside my
panties, exposing my slit. Then he rubbed the head of his cock between my pussy
lips, and up against my clit.

I closed my eyes
and moaned, toes curling as he tapped and rubbed his wet tip against the little
bud that would make me cum. I spread my legs wider, desperate for his touch, for
more of that delicious teasing. My orgasm wasn’t far off—I’d been so excited
for so long that I was already nearly there. My whining and whimpering must
have tipped Kellan off, because he soon pulled my panties to the side as far as
they would go and pulled me up so that my ass was resting against the tops of
his thighs.

His cock was right
at my entrance. His thumb was on my clit. And as he rubbed me toward sweet
oblivion, he began to push inside me, stretching my pussy wide and throbbing in
its tight embrace.

“Kellan!” I
whispered, my words devolving into a long, throaty moan as I took the biggest
dick I’d ever had in all my life. Kellan’s expression was tight, his brow
furrowed as though he was doing his best not to start cumming inside me right
now. I put my feet against his shoulders to let him get in a little deeper—with
all that length, he was at risk of bottoming out. As he slid inside me all the
way to the hilt I began to squirm, and Kellan muttered a low string of curses
and pressed harder on my aching clit.

“Fuck. Hold
still…”

“I can’t,” I
panted. “Oh, fuck me, Kellan. Please! I’m gonna cum!”

Flicking my nub as
hard and fast as he could, Kellan obeyed me, ramming into my pussy so hard I
saw stars. I yelped and bucked up against him until he pushed my knees back to
my shoulders, holding himself straight over me so I could see the length of his
cock pistoning in and out. I watched it in awe, as transfixed by it as I’d been
by Kellan’s performance in the ring. He was so big I could hardly believe he fit
inside me, and as the base of his dick gave a telltale throb, my pussy did the
same.

“I’m cumming,” I
whispered, then felt the dam within me gave way. My next words came out as a
strangled cry: “I’m cumming! Fuck!”

Kellan held onto
me as I squirmed and shook, the universe collapsing in around me as I came all
over his cock. My pussy squeezed him tight, milking him for the cum I knew I
couldn’t have, the risk we couldn’t take. It didn’t stop me from wanting it. In
that moment, I wanted to feel Kellan filling me, dripping out of me. I’d been
driven mad by pleasure, but thankfully, he had enough sense for the both of us.

He pulled out and
began to jerk his dick, letting the tip of it stay pressed tight to my buzzing
clit. I was still cumming when he let out a roar and jets of his hot cum began
to hit my sensitive bud, making my orgasm all the sweeter. Kellan hadn’t been
exaggerating; he’d clearly been holding back for a long time. His seed came in
long, thick ropes that coated the inner lips of my pussy and up across my
stomach, spilling everywhere except for inside and granting me a satisfaction
I’d never even known existed.

I wreathed my arms
around his neck, dropping my legs to his hips to pull him more completely on
top of me, needing to feel the press of his body against mine. He kissed me
passionately, drawing me into an embrace so tight I could barely breathe. I
felt him wince a bit at the pain in his ribs as we held each other so tightly,
but that didn’t stop him.

I wrapped my
thighs around his waist, inviting his semi-hard cock back inside me, and when
he pushed in all the way up to his balls, I sighed in relief. After just one
fuck, I never wanted Kellan’s cock to leave me. I was hooked.

But every
addiction has its price. What would mine be?

~
NINE ~

Kellan

I felt good.
Really
good. Well,
besides my ribs and a couple other bones and muscles that were aching. But
mostly, I just felt awesome. How the hell could I not, after a fuck like that?

I couldn’t believe
what a bad girl Parker turned into once she got a little horny. I had prepared
myself to hold back, to not scare Parker off with how intense I could be. But
all my plans came crashing down the moment she begged me to fuck her tits.
Damn, she was dirty. Maybe she wasn’t a romance writer, after all. Maybe she
wrote erotica—
Fifty Shades,
and all that shit.

If I was being
honest, though, it was more than just Parker’s pussy making me feel this way.
There was something about being with her, being
around
her, that made me
feel like I belonged. That was something I hadn’t experienced in a long damn
time. Everywhere I’d gone since the Marines, I’d felt like an outsider.

But not with her.
Damn, that felt good.

We’d moved the
party to my bedroom not long after I’d finally convinced her to let me pull out.
She must not have been used to staying up so late, because as soon as her head
hit the pillow, Parker was asleep. I didn’t mind. I liked having her beside me.
I liked the feeling of her body pressed against mine. Her warmth on my skin.

If I wasn’t careful,
I was going to fall for this chick. Hard. And who knew what damage that would
do?

That was the
problem I was contemplating as I stared down at her pretty face. Feeling this
good scared me. What if I fucked it all up? What if I ruined what we had? How would
I ever forgive myself?

And what if she
betrayed me? How would I be able to move past that? I hadn’t let anyone get
this close for as long as I could remember. This was a big leap for me, even if
all we were doing was fucking, cuddling, and hanging out.

I wanted to
protect her. Protect what we had. But how the hell was I supposed to do that
when I could barely look out for myself?

Out in the living
room, I heard my cell phone ringing. It was the third call I’d gotten since
Parker fell asleep. Once is a fluke, twice is urgent, and three times is an
emergency—that was my rule for taking calls on my time off. I sighed, running
my hand down Parker’s back, then reluctantly swung my legs over the side of the
bed and padded naked out to my jeans lying in a heap on the floor.

I fished out my
phone and looked at the screen.
Fuckin’ Vic. Seriously?

I picked up before
it went to voicemail. “Yeah, what?”

“Don’t ‘yeah,
what’ me, Killer,” Vic replied. He sounded like he’d got himself all worked up
over something, which wasn’t a surprise. Guy was high-strung. “You dashed outta
here with that girl and never even said goodbye. What gives?”

“You’re hittin’
redial because I forgot to say ‘see you later’?” I asked him, narrowing my
eyes. “Jesus, Vic. When’d you get clingy?”

“This ain’t about
you forgetting to say goodbye. It’s about shit that’s changing with you,
Killer. Shit you don’t even wanna talk to me about. That girl, for instance—she
a regular thing, or just some strange?”

I sat down on the
couch and looked down the hall at Parker sprawled across my bed. Goddamn, what
a perfect ass. “How the hell is that any business of yours?”

“It’s my business if
it’s makin’ you act weird,” Vic replied. “I’ve seen it all before: first you
start actin’ weird, then you start losin’ fights. That could be a problem for
both of us.”

“Whatever guys
you’ve seen that happen to, they aren’t me,” I snapped. “Jesus, Vic, I get to
have a life outside of the ring. And who I fuck during that time is none of
your business.”

“Hey, I’m just
lookin’ out for you, Killer,” Vic said. He sounded almost hurt. “Besides, if I
don’t know you got a girlfriend, how am I supposed to explain to Jasmine she’s
not needed anymore in the winner’s room, huh? I got questions to answer too,
you know.”

I rolled my eyes.
“Jasmine has plenty of other dicks to suck, I’m sure. Now fuck off, Vic. I’ll
see you when I see you.”

“Just one more
thing, Killer,” Vic said before I could end our call. “I wanna see you in the
ring beginning of next week. Got some guys who are real interested in you after
seeing the way you fucked up The Herminator. What a joke he was, huh?”

“Yeah,” I
muttered, my ribs smarting in response, “hilarious.”

Vic continued,
“They wanna put you up against Vlad Payne. You can guess what he calls himself,
huh?” When I didn’t answer, he added, “The Impaler.” I sighed.
Of course
that’s what he calls himself.
“Killer Kellan against The Impaler. Sounds
good, right?”

“I dunno, Vic,” I
said, glancing again at Parker lying in the next room. “Think I earned some
vacation time after this one. I’m pretty banged up. I could use the R&R.”

“C’mon, Killer.
This is big. You’re really makin’ a name for yourself. You can’t quit now. You’re
my best guy, see? I’m just treatin’ you right. Plus the payout on this one is
huge.
Ten thousand dollars, Killer. That’s gotta be enough to pay for a few dinners
with your new girl, right? Buy her somethin’ nice?”

Ten
thousand dollars?
Shit, Vic had a point.
And it
would
be nice to treat Parker like a lady, take her somewhere
nicer than my shitty apartment. I sighed. “Yeah, I’m in. But I need to see
someone before that. Like I said, I’m pretty banged up.”

“I know a guy,”
Vic said. “Hands out Oxy like it’s candy.”

“No,” I said
firmly. “No pills.” I’d had enough of that shit in my life. “I’ll call my
stepbrother. You gotta give me the weekend, though. Monday night, maybe. I need
time to heal, or I’m not gonna be any good to you.”

“I hear ya,” Vic
replied. “Monday night it is, then. Let me know if anything else changes, huh,
Killer?”

I narrowed my eyes.
What the hell was he so up in arms about? “Fuck off, Vic.”

This time, I hung
up before he could say anything else.
Shit. Another fight so soon.
It
was good that I was getting a reputation, but I wasn’t sure my body could
handle it. Not if Vic was going to schedule my fights this close together.

I’d meant to
question him about Herman Gomez, too. No way that dude was in my weight class.
What the hell was Vic thinking, pitting me against him? And was I in for the
same shit with Vlad?

“Kellan?” Parker
called from the bedroom. I looked over. She was sitting up, holding the sheets
to her breasts. “Everything okay?”

“Fine,” I said,
tossing my phone onto the coffee table and standing up. I returned to the
bedroom and got up on the bed, kissing her forehead softly. “Just had to take a
call. Got another fight next week. Nothing to worry about.”

“So soon?” she
asked, brow furrowed. I pushed the messy tangle of her hair from her face. Sex
hair looked good on her.

“I’ll see a doctor
before I go. My stepbrother’s a pretty good one. He’ll fix me up. I don’t want
you to worry, okay? This is just what I do. And this is a damn big purse, so if
I win, I might not need to fight again anytime soon.”

Parker nodded and
tilted her head back to look into my eyes. The moonlight streaming through my
blinds made her smooth, pale face look even more radiant—like Snow White. I
kissed her lips and pressed my forehead to hers, and she mumbled, “Just be
careful.”

I realized then
that Parker had never asked me for the details of that conversation—I’d given
them up freely. Nor had she asked me to stop fighting, or to take a break. I’d
promised her that all on my own.

Holy shit. Maybe
Vic was onto something. I
was
changing. With Parker, I’d gotten a taste
of normal, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to let go of that. I wasn’t sure I wanted
to return to beating guys’ skulls in for cash, no matter how much it paid. I
wanted to be here, with her, living a life we could both be proud of.

What
the fuck, Kellan? Aren’t you thinking a little too far ahead?

Yeah, I probably
was. Shit. What was wrong with me?

Parker started
kissing my neck, reeling me in from my thoughts. I closed my eyes and savored
the feeling of her lips on that sensitive swath of skin between my shoulder and
my earlobe. My dick twitched in response, coming back to life for her benefit.
I smiled and nuzzled her hair. “If you don’t quit that, sweetheart, I’m gonna
have to knock you out cold again.”

She grinned and
looked up at me. “Nuh-uh. Not yet. There’s something I want to do for you.”

Parker pushed me
down on my back and crawled on top of me, kissing my lips. Her hair fell in a
golden curtain around us and I inhaled the sweet scent of her shampoo. Shit,
this girl got into me, under my skin, seeping right into my bones. I loved it
almost as much as it scared me. I’d never felt this way for anyone before.

When my dick was
fully hard between her legs, Parker sat down on it and I gasped from the
unexpected tightness and warmth. “Holy fuck,” I breathed, grabbing onto her
hips as she sat up straight and began to bounce.

The hellfire in my
muscles and joints eased as Parker took control. Her movements were slow,
sensual, like a belly dancer executing a well-practiced routine. She took her
time squirming on my dick, those beautiful breasts of hers bobbing up and down
with every languid twist of her hips. I stroked along her sides, then took a
handful of her tits in each of my hands and kneaded them, massaging gently,
earning me a soft purr from the back of her throat. Christ, she was so warm
around me. I’d never been inside a girl who felt this good before. This right.
It was like our parts were made for each other, like we were always meant to
fit together this way.

My toes curled as
I started getting close and I leaned my head back, pushing my hips up to meet
Parker’s every time she came down on top of me. This was heaven, sheer bliss,
and I needed to make sure she felt it too. I parted her folds with my fingers
and spread her wetness up over her clit, rubbing with one hand while I teased
and fondled her nipples with the other. Every breathy sigh, every lusty moan,
drove me closer and closer to the edge of rapture, but I couldn’t go over without
taking Parker with me.

“Cum for me,
baby,” I whispered, grinding my teeth as I tried to hold back the tide swelling
inside me. She wasn’t making it easy. “I wanna feel you squeeze me again,
Parker. I wanna see your pretty face when you let go for me.”

“Kellan,” she
whimpered in reply. And a moment later she was doing exactly as I’d told her,
eyes closed, lips parted as she came all over my cock for the second time that
evening.

I watched her as
she came, savored every squirm, every involuntary twitch of her hips. How I
loved the way she got even wetter around me, her walls squeezing my dick,
beckoning me to fill her up the way I so desperately wanted to.

She pulled off me
just in time. My cock throbbed, issuing a stream of cum against her taut belly.
As I was riding my own train of ecstasy, Parker leaned down and took me into
her mouth, sucking me off the rest of the way. I spilled into the back of her
throat, my thighs clenching with each one of her hard swallows. I might as well
have started speaking in tongues, because I was pretty damn sure the words
coming out of my mouth weren’t English—or at least, they weren’t in any order
that made any damn sense. I was lost in a sea of bliss, lost to the force of
nature that was Parker Jones.

Parker swallowed
me whole, lapping at me like I was the most delicious lollipop in all the
world, and when she was done, it was my turn to giggle and pass out. I pulled
her into my arms, tossed her onto the bed beside me, and then spooned against
her back, holding her nice and tight so she couldn’t ever get away.

Ever.
Shit. I was already thinking too far ahead, getting too attached to someone and
something that might not pan out. No matter how reasonable I tried to be, my
mind jumped two steps ahead whenever I thought of Parker. My heart didn’t want
to take its time. It wanted someplace it could settle and let its guard down.
Now.

I sighed into the
nape of her neck. Everyone I’d ever gotten close to had ended up disappointed
in me. Even my sister, who loved me to death, had spent years cleaning up my
messes and wondering why the hell she even bothered with me. When Parker knew
me,
really
knew me, would she feel the same? Would I put myself out
there just to end up somebody’s disappointment again?

Here, with her in
my arms, none of that seemed to matter. Holding Parker close to me, I felt like
anything and everything was possible.

Fuck. I really
didn’t want to mess this up.