Safe House (7 page)

“You’re right,” she admitted grudgingly. “I probably have been doing that.” She shrugged, unsure of how to explain it to him. “You’re in a motorcycle gang and even though I don’t know much about them, what I do know isn’t great.”

Flint drew in a deep breath before explaining. “For starters, we’re a motorcycle club, not a gang. A big, big difference there. The MC is a way of life and more like a family to me than a club. They took Jesse and me in after Mom died and gave us a place to feel secure. Like we belonged somewhere. When I look back on those times, there were a million bad places I could’ve ended up if it hadn’t been for the MC. I owe them so much.”

She nodded. “I get that. I really do. But what about the other stuff? The illegal things?” There, she’d said it. The elephant in the room was now sitting right between them. She needed an answer to the one thing that had been bothering her since she walked into the cabin. “How do you explain that?”

A troubled, dark cloud came over his face. Instantly, Kendra regretted her words and wished she could take them back. She’d stepped over the line with him.

“You know I can’t talk about any of that,” he answered regretfully. “All I can tell you is that the people on my crew are good guys.” He touched his chest above his heart. “Deep down inside. We’re not perfect by any means, and maybe not by other people’s standards. But they’re loyal and they would protect my back. I would do the same for them. That’s all I’m going to say.”

Flint stood and walked over to check the pile of firewood beside the hearth. “We’re running low. I’ll go get some more logs from the woodpile on the side of the house.”

Kendra started to offer to go help him and decided she would be better off not to. Flint had shut down the moment she mentioned the MC’s illegal activities. She felt like kicking herself. She was surprised at how he had really opened up to her about his brothers and his dad, especially since she got the distinct feeling it wasn’t something he shared with just anyone. There was so much more to Flint than she realized or expected. He had trusted her and she’d thrown it back in his face.

After a moment’s hesitation, she reached into her pocket and pulled out Flint’s keys. She placed them on the table so that it would be the first thing he saw when he walked back in.
 

****

The remainder of the day passed quickly. Flint spent his time checking in with Jesse and Sam while Kendra counseled anxious clients through various animal emergencies. In between calls, they sat on the couch together and talked about anything and everything. Without the distraction of a television or books, there was nothing left to do in the cabin to ease the awkwardness of the silence but to entertain each other.

By the end of the day, the thought occurred to Kendra that she hadn’t spent so much time getting to know another man in a long time. Most of the dates she had been on the past few years had been centered around movies, sporting events, or even dinner in a fancy but very quiet restaurant, none of which were conducive to intimate conversations.

To her surprise, Flint was funny and had a wicked sense of humor that she found irresistibly attractive. He entertained her with stories of the crew and their various misfortunes with the old ladies in their lives. She could listen to him talk for hours with his deep Southern drawl with a touch of Tennessee twang.   

The time passed quickly. When nightfall came, Kendra realized they would need to discuss sleeping arrangements. The cabin was tiny, with only a bathroom, a small kitchen, and a living area. From the bare furnishings, it was obvious the owner only used it as a hunting retreat rather than a vacation home.

After being forced to sleep sitting up in the recliner the night before, she wasn’t eager to try it again. Being the alpha male he was, she knew Flint would readily give up the couch for her to sleep on.

She walked into the living room where he was busy stoking the fire for the night. “Flint, I hate to be a party pooper,” she began. “But I’m exhausted and need to get some shut eye before I fall over.”

“I’m sorry for keeping you up all night.” Flint moved toward the couch. “Here, let’s pull the sofa bed out for you,” he said. “I saw some sheets for it while I was prowling around in the closet by the door.”

A sofa bed? Well, that made sense, especially since there wasn’t a separate bedroom. “I didn’t know it made out into a bed,” Kendra said. “You would have been much more comfortable last night if I’d known that.”

He let out a rueful laugh. “Don’t worry, I was comfortable enough with all those pain pills. Or at least I think I was from what I can remember.”

Kendra sucked in her breath. Oh God! Please don’t let him bring up the kiss again, she prayed. Together, they took the cushions off the couch and pulled out the bed frame. After retrieving the sheets from the closet, Kendra made the bed up.

“I’ll sleep in the recliner chair tonight,” Flint said to ease the awkwardness. “You’ve had your turn.”

Kendra was too tired to argue. After changing into a long flannel shirt that hung almost to her knees, she crawled under the blanket.

Flint turned off the lamp and pulled his chair closer to the fire. “What is your family like?” he asked in the dark. 

“They’re great,” Kendra replied. “My mom and dad dote on each other. He retired last year from the textile mill where he worked his entire life. My mom is a stay-at-home mother and she spent her life taking care of all of us. I have two older sisters who still try to boss me around. They all live right across the state line in North Carolina.”

“Sounds nice.”

“It is. My parents sacrificed a great deal for me to go to veterinarian school. They always encouraged me not to give up even though money was so tight. Many times I almost dropped out. My parents are the best. I wish you could meet them.” The thought slipped out before she could catch herself. Oh crap! Did she really just say that?

“Me too,” Flint replied softly. “Me too, Kendra.”

“My dad took a second mortgage out on their house to loan me the money to buy into the vet practice. Dr. Henson wanted to retire and he preferred someone local to take over his clients. There aren’t a lot of veterinarians willing to work in a small country practice so I got lucky. I went on every vet visit with Dr. Henson for two years before he trusted me enough to turn the business over.”

“I remember Dr. Henson,” Flint said. “He was a good man.”

“Still is. He comes by the clinic every so often to check on me.” Kendra tried and failed to stifle a big yawn.

“You’d better get some sleep. No more questions from me tonight.”

****

Flint leaned back in the leather recliner and watched Kendra as she slept on the sofa bed. The fire had died down, and now there was only a soft glow bouncing off her hair from a few flickering embers. He reached over carefully and tucked back a strand that had fallen over her face. She stirred in her sleep but didn’t wake up. Instead, she mumbled something he couldn’t make out and pulled the blanket tighter around her.

He liked looking at her when she wasn’t on guard and defensive. Kendra was truly gorgeous in a natural way, without a speck of makeup and her hair a crazy mess. He knew she didn’t believe him when he’d told her that she was beautiful. She probably thought he was simply another scumbag trying to sweet talk her panties off. 

Which, if he was honest with himself, wasn’t too far from the truth. On both counts.

Kendra must have unconsciously felt him staring at her because she suddenly opened her eyes. “Flint?” she said sleepily. “Is something wrong? Are you okay?” She propped herself up on one elbow and blinked at him.

He smiled in reassurance. “Everything’s okay. I’m fine. Go back to sleep.”

She sat up and pulled the blanket up around her neck. “Jesus! It’s freezing in here. Did the furnace go out?”

“We lost power about an hour ago,” he answered. He stood up and threw another log into the fire. “I heard a pine tree snap under the weight of the ice and then the transformer blew. I figured I’d better hurry and build the fire back up before the temperature started dropping in here, but I didn’t want to wake you.”

She frowned at his bare chest. “Where is your shirt? Is your arm hurting?”

“Some,” he admitted grudgingly, stretching his sore muscles. “The shirt was rubbing the bandage so I figured I’d feel more comfortable with it off.”

“I hope you took something for the pain,” she said with concern. “It’s barely been a little over twenty-four hours since you were shot. Trying to be a tough guy by suffering isn’t very smart.”

“You’re right, and I did.” He sat back down in the chair, crossed his arms over his chest to keep warm, and closed his eyes.

Kendra smiled and lay back down after fluffing her pillow. After a moment, she threw the blanket to the side and patted the space beside her. “Flint, I can scoot over. There’s plenty of room for both of us. You look miserable and cold sitting in that chair.”

Flint didn’t hesitate or give her time to change her mind. He gingerly stretched out next to her, careful not to take up too much of her space or accidentally touch her.

After a couple of minutes in silence, Kendra whispered hesitantly, “Flint?”

“Yes,” he replied.

“No hanky-panky, okay?”

Flint laughed out loud, a deep rumbling sound that shook the sofa bed. “Goodnight, darling.”

“Night, Flint.”

He knew she was smiling in the dark.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Kendra woke up some time later to discover Flint’s injured arm wrapped across her breasts, holding her tightly. His bare chest was pressed close against her back while his warm breath stirred the hair on her neck. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.

Kendra carefully lifted his arm in an attempt to slide out from under him without waking him up. When she shifted, he instinctively tightened the grip on her in his sleep. She sighed and closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. After all, being snuggled up with a hot guy in a freezing cold cabin wasn’t exactly the worst thing in the world, she reasoned. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so warm and safe. She didn’t see any harm in enjoying it while it lasted.

A soft kiss on her shoulder stirred her awake a little while later. She smiled, certain it was an erotic dream until she felt another. Oh Jesus! Her stomach tightened as Flint slid the flannel shirt from her shoulder and continued pressing gentle kisses down her upper arm. She deliberately slowed her breathing and pretended to still be asleep while her mind and heart raced.

Flint’s lips moved up and nuzzled the back of her neck. An uncontrollably delicious shiver slid down her spine. What on earth did he think he was doing? She had explicitly said no hanky-panky. A warm hand slid under the bottom of her shirt and rested on her waist.
Kendra suddenly became distinctly aware of the heat and weight of his arousal prodding her hip.

Of their own will, her breasts swelled in aching need beneath the flannel shirt. Could Flint sense how hard and erect her nipples were? Did he know how much they needed to be pinched and sucked? To be rolled between his finger and thumb and tugged on hard until she cried out and begged for more?

In the past, Kendra had never had the courage to tell a man what she needed and wanted in bed. She always hoped they would just know. Unfortunately she’d always been wrong.

Until now.

Flint slid his hand, palm flat, up her stomach. He stopped right below her heavy breasts.

“I know you’re awake,” he whispered in her ear, sending chills through her body. “I can feel your heartbeat racing underneath my hand.”

“Flint, we shouldn’t…” she began before being interrupted by his hand moving up to cup her full breast and squeeze it hard. Oh God!

“Shh….don’t say anything,” he murmured in her ear. “I love your breasts. Full and heavy with big, fat nipples begging to be sucked. You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to do this every time I looked at you today.” She gasped as he circled his open palm around and around on her sensitized tit. An involuntary moan escaped her lips when he pinched and pulled on the elongated nipple. Just as she had wished. She moaned again when he twisted the nipple between his fingers. He tugged a little roughly, drawing the tip out and making her gasp in want and need.

“Your nipples are so very responsive,” he continued. “Exactly the way I like them.”

He suddenly removed his hand from her shirt and shifted her around so she was lying on her back. He sat up beside her. “Unbutton your shirt,” he said, his expression unreadable.

She hesitated, not quite sure where the situation was heading. 

Flint looked at her without saying a word, only watching and waiting. Kendra realized he was forcing her to make a decision…to stop or to go forward. It was her choice and he wasn’t going to make it for her.

She licked her lips hesitantly then reached up to undo the top button of her flannel shirt. Then the next. Flint watched her quietly with hooded eyes. When she suddenly felt shy right before undoing the last button, he urged her on. “ Don’t stop,” he said, his voice husky with desire.

When she undid that button, Flint reached out with both hands and pushed the shirt to her sides. He rubbed both nipples with the back of his knuckles until they stood up, hard and erect. Grasping locks of her hair gently, he fluffed them forward so that they fell in waves over her breasts, barely covering her nipples.

He leaned back and stared at her exposed body.

“What?” she said self-consciously. “Is something wrong?”

“No, everything is perfect,” Flint replied. “I’m memorizing how beautiful you look so I can sketch you later when I’m alone.”

Kendra’s breath caught in her throat. Damn! That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to her.

Without warning, Flint swooped down to seize one hard nipple into his mouth. He alternated between breasts, sucking and nipping her tits, teasing and tormenting. Kendra held on tight to his silky hair. He captured one nipple in his mouth and after rolling his tongue around on the nub, sucked hard on the surrounding breast. Kendra gasped and slid her hands down over his shoulders and back. Jesus! She loved the feel of this man.

“You like that?” he said, more of a statement than a question, already knowing her answer.

“Yes,” she answered. “Oh, yes.” She knew he needed to hear her say it.

While his mouth sucked on one breast and one hand squeezed and massaged the other, his free hand slid down her belly. Her breath shortened and quickened as he touched the lacy rim of her panties. Flint ran his fingers along the edge and then moved them between her thighs. His fingers slid under the silky panties, first on one side then the other, never touching the heated mound in between. Kendra squirmed and writhed underneath him, begging him with her body to touch her where she so desperately wanted. Her fingers clenched in his hair and he growled in approval at her ferocious grip.

“Open your eyes, Kendra,” he commanded hoarsely, raising his head to look at her.

She opened her eyes to find his intense green eyes locked with hers. “I want to watch you,” he said. He slid a finger inside the rim of her panties then up into her pussy all the way to the knuckle.

“Oh,” she cried, raising her ass to meet his hand. She moaned again when he slid a second finger into her snug slickness. Her muscles tightened around his fingers, hungry for any form of penetration.

“God! You’re so fucking wet and tight,” Flint murmured against her breast. “Just as I knew you would be.”

He finger-fucked her hard, one…two…three times with her panties still on, each time more forceful than the last. She grabbed onto his arms with both hands and cried out with each thrust.
She bucked into his hand and felt shamed by the sounds her mouth and body were making as he drove in and out of her with his fingers.

“Take off your panties,” he ordered.

Kendra quickly slid them over her ass, down her legs, and off her ankles.

“Now spread your legs for me. Wide.”

Kendra quickly obeyed, spreading her legs wider to give him better access. The thrill of being dominated and controlled sexually was something she had never experienced before. She liked it more than she ever would have believed. To be told what to do and how to do it while being pleasured in return. 

Flint stroked her outer pussy lips with his fingers. He licked his thumb and sought out the tiny nub of her clitoris. He rubbed it hard. Kendra gasped and arched her back.

“Tell me you want it, Kendra,” he coaxed. “Tell me,” he said again when she didn’t answer. He teased the opening of her pussy before shoving a finger deep inside. Her pussy walls tightened around him. “Is this what you want?” he asked again, thrusting into her with a second finger. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop,” he warned, momentarily stilling the movements of his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Yes, I want this.” She bucked up against his hand, drawing his fingers in as deep as they would go. He began roughly plunging in and out of her pussy, almost lifting her ass off the sofa bed with each thrust. Reaching up, he rolled a hardened nipple between his thumb and finger. Kendra gasped, her breath uneven and shaky.

She gave up trying to hold back any more sounds of bliss. She couldn’t stop writhing and she suddenly felt him push her thighs wider apart. He withdrew his fingers and his tongue dived right into her slit, causing her to erupt in a series of moans. His relentless tongue lapped at her clit over and over.

Oh God! She couldn’t wait another second. She wanted Flint inside her now, fucking her hard and fast.

And as rough as he liked it.

If he liked it that way.

She didn’t know. Didn’t care.

Never had she wanted a man so bad and so urgently.

Kendra reached for his belt buckle and hurriedly undid it. She unzipped his jeans and slid her hand inside to wrap around his hard, velvety length. His cock bobbed and jerked at her touch. Kendra circled his cock firmly and stroked the full length all the way down to the base and back up. He groaned, straining into her hand. Damn! He was thick and long. And rock solid hard.

She caressed the slit at the top and felt drops of pre-cum moisten her thumb. She rubbed it all around the bulbous knob, causing him to close his eyes and groan in pleasure this time.

“Kendra, what are you doing to me?” he murmured. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

She tugged his jeans down even further in a hurry to get them off and replied, “Trust me. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

Things went crazy fast.

Flint quickly kicked off his jeans then pressed her down on the sofa bed, covering her body with his. He kissed her with a wild dangerous hunger, his lips lightly touching hers before he deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding entry. His masculine hardness nudged intimately into her soft spots.

Kendra’s breath caught as her hands rested on the unyielding hardness of his chest. She clung to him, feeling like the world was spinning around them. She parted her lips and he pressed her impossibly tighter against him, sliding into her mouth.

Whimpering, Kendra curled her arms tighter around him, burying her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer as she kissed him back with equal abandon. Her breasts strained and tingled against his chest, her heart hammering in time to the drumming in her ears. Dazed with need, Kendra arched against his body.

Reaching between their bodies, she encircled his cock with her hand and stroked his hard length. She could only imagine him inside her, filling her cunt, stretching her wide with his cock. She stroked faster, wanting him to feel the same desperate need she felt. His cock grew and hardened until it was pulsing with want. He moaned wetly against her mouth.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he whispered, his lips now trailing her ear. “I’ve never felt so hard. Never wanted anyone this damn much.” He continued whispering in her ear about how dripping wet she was and how he wanted to slide into her tight pussy and fuck her every way he knew how. They were both breathing fast. As soon as he began talking in her ear, Kendra had dissolved into a gooey mess.

He slid down her body and rained kisses down her stomach. At her parted legs, he stopped to raise his head.

“You can still say no. Just say the word.”

Kendra stared into the deep pools of his eyes. Wanting Flint might be wrong on so many levels, but none of that counted for a damn thing at the moment. Kendra had denied herself too many things for far too long. Denying herself Flint was one sacrifice she wasn’t willing to make.

“I want you deep inside me. Now. I can’t wait any longer.”

Flint moved at lighting speed. After quickly retrieving a condom from his jeans pocket and donning it, he gently grabbed her legs under her knees and wrapped them around his waist. Grasping his cock in one hand, he stroked the entrance to her moist, swollen pussy.

“Ready, darling?” he asked one last time.
He settled his lower body in the cradle between her thighs and Kendra felt the head of his thick, long cock probing against her pussy lips.

Kendra grasped his shoulders. “Yes! Goddammit! Yes!”

With a one long forceful thrust, he plunged into her pussy and embedded himself in her up to his balls. Kendra’s mouth opened in a soundless ‘O’ and for a fleeting second, she forgot how to breathe. Flint drew out slightly then pushed in again, deep and hard, with a loud grunt, stretching her pussy walls to their limit.

Kendra loved that he wasn’t gentle or hesitant. He had read her signals correctly and knew exactly what she wanted. This was what she’d always craved, a man who instinctively knew she needed it rough, wild, and primal. Giving it to her as hard as he wanted and needed without holding back for fear of hurting her. She could take it. She wanted it wild and crazy. During her dating days, she’d had enough dull boring sex to last a lifetime.

She grasped his ass with both hands, clenching the firm, smooth muscles and pulling him in deeper if that was even possible. His thrusts were now rapid, rough, and intense. Her large tits jiggled with each stroke until they were swinging wildly between their sweat-slicked bodies. Unable to even speak, Kendra gasped out loud every time he rammed into her core.

“You feel so fucking good,” Flint groaned, the sweat on his forehead and the tightness of his jaw revealing how much self-control he was exerting. “So tight and hot around my cock.”

The thought occurred to Kendra that if this was controlled, she couldn’t imagine what fucking Flint would be like when he was out of control. She was eternally grateful she’d kept up her Kegel exercises. She deliberately clenched and unclenched her pussy walls around him, milking him.