Page 14 of Kingston (Angels Halo MC Next Gen #14)

Chapter Fourteen

Demi

Ignoring the voices calling after me, I climbed into Kingston’s truck.

Thankfully, there weren’t any bystanders in the parking lot as I hit reverse and stomped on the gas.

I wasn’t sure how I got out of that parking lot without crashing into other vehicles, but as soon as I was on the road again, I didn’t pause for anything.

Not even the stop sign a mile down the road.

Every inch of my body felt like it had been dropped into ice, but sweat soaked through my clothes, making them cling to me.

The scent of fear was suffocating inside the cab of the truck, causing me to gag at the stench of my weakness.

I fumbled with buttons on the door until all the windows were down.

I’d gone three years without freaking out like I just had.

I’d had a few moments when I’d frozen up from some random incident that would send me spiraling with memories.

I’d relive the fear and the pain. But Iris was always with me, and some sixth sense would engage.

Having her in my arms, being able to see, touch, and smell my little one, always pulled me out of the PTSD.

None of those occasions had been as bad as what had just happened at Aggie’s. There had been no baby within reach to bundle into my arms and reassure myself that we were both safe and unharmed.

It barely felt like I’d left the diner when I pulled into Kingston’s driveway.

The truck lurched when I came to a sudden stop, tossing me forward before whipping me back, and I realized I hadn’t put on my seat belt.

I couldn’t remember anything from the drive across town.

The windows were still down. I was shaking, shivering so hard my teeth chattered together.

I had my hands clenched around the steering wheel so hard my fingers were numb.

I stared down at my hands. “You are so fucking weak, Demi. And useless. You can’t protect yourself. You can’t protect Iris .”

A sob bubbled out of me. “Weak and useless and nothing.”

Suddenly, the driver’s door was ripped open, but I was too far gone in my own self-loathing to even scream. Kingston reached for me, but instead of shrinking back from his touch, I threw myself into his arms. My arms and legs wrapped around him as I buried my face in his neck.

“I don’t want to be weak and useless and nothing anymore,” I choked out. “I’m so tired of being afraid. I’m so fucking tired, Kingston.”

His hold on me was tight. “I’m sorry you’re tired, baby. But you are not weak. Or useless. And you sure as hell aren’t nothing.”

“I am,” I cried, soaking him with more tears.

“No, you’re not, Demi,” he argued, using that commanding tone he had to resort to when Iris was being stubborn and he needed to be firm with her.

“Th-then what am I?”

“Mine,” he breathed against my ear. Pressing me against the side of the truck, he tipped my head back with one hand under my chin. Sunlight was barely peeking through the clouds, shining down on us, allowing me to see the conviction in his green eyes. “You are mine, baby.”

I wanted to be his so badly, but no one like him would want someone like me.

As if he could read the thoughts going through my mind, his chest began to rumble with a protest. “Goddamn it, Demi. You’re beautiful and smart.

You are an amazing mother. And you make the most divine muffins I’ve ever tasted.

Your ex, that bastard Charlie, he is the useless one.

Worthless. Nothing but a waste of space. ”

Kingston cupped the side of my face, his eyes imploring me to listen.

“You aren’t weak, baby. You survived . Whatever hell Charlie put you through, you survived that.

Raising Iris on your own. Trying to hide and protect yourself and your precious little girl.

You did that, Demi. You lived it, and you survived it.

That’s not weakness, sweetheart. That’s not useless. ”

I shook my head, but I wasn’t sure what I was saying no to.

“How can you call yourself nothing when you’re everything, baby? You are my everything.”

“You don’t even know me, Kingston.”

He dropped his forehead to mine with an agonized groan.

“Stop fighting this. You’re only torturing us both at this point, babe.

There is no way you don’t feel this thing between us.

Christ, girl, you live inside me now. In my head from that first day, with that first muffin you nailed me with.

But now, you’re in my heart. Don’t lie to me and claim you don’t know what I’m saying. You feel it too.”

“That’s insane. No one falls that fast.”

He lifted his head, his face ravaged with pain.

My stomach dipped and flipped, knowing my words hurt him. Squeezing my eyes closed, I gave him my truth and prayed loving him wouldn’t put him in danger. “But I lost my mind the same day I gave my heart to you, Kingston.”

Something feral flickering in his eyes was my only warning before his mouth crushed against mine.

Gasping at the intensity of the kiss, I grabbed the back of his neck, my fingers tugging on his hair as I kissed him back.

Heat flooded my body, thawing the ice that had encased every inch back at the diner.

He licked across my bottom lip, his large hands molding my body to his.

He was everywhere all at once, making it hard to keep up with what he was doing to make me feel good.

All I knew was that I liked it all. How his kiss was greedy but gave as much as he took.

How his hard didn’t yield to my soft. The way his fingers caressed but branded every inch of skin he touched.

Kingston’s body was so much bigger than mine, but when he kissed me, it was like we were the missing puzzle pieces that completed each other. Everything snapped perfectly into place, anchoring us together.

Breaking the kiss, he filled his hands with my ass and turned.

His chest rose and fell in heavy pants as he walked into the house with me still wrapped around him.

“You’re lucky I still have a little blood left in my brain so I can think clearly enough not to fuck you in the driveway.

No one gets to see you come apart for me, Demi. Be a good girl while I get us inside.”

“D-don’t say that.” I tugged his head back down for a kiss. “I like it too much when you say I’m a good girl.”

He dropped down onto the couch, already pushing my shirt up and my leggings down. “There’s no such thing as liking something too much. You either do or you don’t.”

“I like it, but it’s dangerous. It makes me wet, Kingston.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, dipping his fingers into my panties. His thumb flicked over my clit, causing a rainbow of lights to flash before my eyes. “This kitty is dripping for me, baby. Let me have a taste.”

I had no time to think about what he was doing before he thrust his middle finger into me.

While I was reeling from the pleasure, he rolled us, laying me on the couch and tearing away my panties.

My brain had shut down, refusing to do anything but savor every moment of pleasure.

He spread my thighs wider, settling between my legs, opening me for him.

He swiped his tongue up my slit before slurping my clit.

My back curled up, an orgasm twisting my entire body in the most intense one I’d ever felt.

Grabbing on to his head, I shamelessly rode his face through the tremors, his tongue and mouth making the most obscene yet erotic noises I’d ever heard.

Whimpering as another pulse of pleasure rocked my body, I released him. Lifting his head, he licked my release off his glistening mouth. “I’ve been fantasizing about you sitting on my face for weeks now, baby. Thank you for giving me a taste of what that dream coming true will be like.”

Heat filled my face, but he didn’t give me a chance to feel self-conscious. Unsnapping his jeans, he pushed them down his legs, along with his boxer briefs. He wrapped one hand around his shaft. With a gulp, I watched him stroke himself, transfixed by the sheer size of his cock.

Kingston was big everywhere—no exceptions.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he commanded, diving in for another kiss. He notched himself to my opening and slowly began to feed his cock into my tightness. “Tell me your heart belongs to me.”

Moaning, I kissed him back, feeling another orgasm building as he stretched me. “I love you, Kingston.”

He sucked in a harsh breath, his eyes closing for a moment as my confession settled over him. When he lifted his lashes, everything I’d ever hoped to see in his gaze was staring back at me at the same time as he thrust balls deep. “Fucking love you too, baby.”