Page 27 of Quiet Rage (Wicked Falls Elite #5)

Kellen

The keys rattle as she unlocks the door with a trembling hand.

I can feel the fear radiating off her and I wish I could just make her believe me for once.

I know that’s a big ask; it’s not like I’ve done anything to gain her trust. Still, I want to make it happen.

I don’t want her to be scared of me. I want her to crave my touch as much as I crave hers.

She finally gets the lock to click open, and we walk inside the house.

It’s quiet, and all the lights are shut off.

I close the front door quietly before following Tamson to her room.

Once we’re inside, she turns on the bedside lamp, then spins around to face me.

Her watchful eyes find mine, and I can clearly see worry swirling around her baby blues.

I take a step towards her, and her shoulders tense up. She lowers her gaze, finding some spot on the old worn carpet to look at. Her chest rises and falls in quick successions as I eat up the distance between us.

As soon as I’m close enough, I lift my hand to cradle her face. Her skin is soft and warm in my palm. I swipe my thumb across her cheek gently. She closes her eyes and sucks in a shaky breath.

“I won’t hurt you,” I promise, hoping it will calm her down a little.

“I don’t believe you,” she says quietly.

Of course she doesn’t.

“I have no reason to lie to you,” I counter.

“You have no reason to tell the truth, either.”

I sigh, giving up on convincing her. I’m just going to have to show her. Tonight is all about making her feel good.

Dropping my hand from her face, I reach for the hem of her shirt and pull it up slowly. She hesitates but ends up lifting her arms for me. I drop the shirt to the floor and reach around Tamson to unhook her bra. I slide the straps off her shoulders and let it fall down her slender body.

Goosebumps pebble across her arms as I run my fingers over her skin.

“Go lie on the bed,” I tell her.

She glances over to her bed, frowning. Her internal struggle is written all over her face. She decides not to fight me on this, takes her shoes off, and walks over to climb onto her mattress. Getting on her back, she lies down in the center of the bed.

I slip out of my shoes and join her. Kneeling next to her, I unbutton and unzip her shorts before I dip into her waistband and pull them down her legs. Her panties are next.

Once she is completely naked, I take a moment to just appreciate her beauty. She is perfect, every smooth inch of her skin flawless. Her breasts are just the right size, her taut nipples begging to be sucked on.

When I’m able to draw my attention away from her tits, I look at her face again. Her watchful eyes are on me, an array of emotions swimming in their depths.

Without breaking eye contact, I climb on top of her. Wedging my knee between her legs, I force her to make room for me. She spreads her thighs, and I settle between them.

I’m still fully clothed, wishing there was no fabric between us as I cover her body with mine. Putting most of my weight in my elbows, I hover over her, my face inches from hers.

Leaning in, I press my lips to her forehead.

Then I trail soft kisses down her temple, cheek, and neck.

I move to her shoulder, over her collarbone, until I make it to the swell of her breast. My cock strains against my zipper as I close my lips around her rosy nipple and suck slightly. The bud stiffens against my tongue.

When I’m done playing with one side, I make my way to the other, giving that nipple equal attention. While I swirl my tongue over her stiff peak, I glance up at her face.

Her eyes are closed now, her lips tightly pressed together. Her brows furrow in a pinched look, like she is trying her hardest not to enjoy this.

I let go of her nipple and continue to trail kisses down her body. I move over her flat stomach, around her belly button, and over to her hip.

Sliding my arms under her thighs, I spread her open for me before. I’ve never gone down on a girl. I never wanted to before, but I do with her. I want to know what she tastes like; I want to feel her come in my tongue.

“What are you doing?” Tamson asks breathlessly when I bring my mouth to her pussy.

“What do you think I’m doing?” I’m so close, she must feel my breath on her skin. “Just lie back and enjoy this.”

I press my tongue against her hot clit, and her whole body shudders. Grinning against her core, I lick and suck on the most sensitive part of her until a soft whimper falls from her lips.

This time when I look up to her face, her lips are slightly parted, her eyes still closed but her features relaxed. Her fingers are tangled in the sheet, her knuckles white from holding on to the fabric so tightly.

I continue playing with her swollen clit when she ever so slightly rolls her hips, pressing her pussy right into my mouth. I increase the pressure on the small bundle of nerves, feeling her pulse against me.

Her back arches off the bed, her thighs quiver, and the sweetest moan escapes her. I almost come in my pants.

Eager to prolong her orgasm, I keep teasing her until her whole body finally relaxes into the mattress. I pull away from her pussy, crawl back up her body.

She looks so peaceful for a moment, I think she is asleep. Then her eyes flutter open, her look dazed, as if she is not sure what just happened. Clarity finds her too soon. She sobers, her features turning from contentment back to guardedness.

“What’s next?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I would love to get my cock out and push it inside of her tight cunt. That’s what she is expecting. But today I want something even more. I want to gain her trust. I don’t know why it’s so important to me, but there is a part deep inside my chest that yearns for it.

“We should go to sleep,” I say, clearly surprising her.

“You don’t want anything in return?” she questions, like she can’t believe I’m serious.

“Just asking for half of the bed.” I roll over to lie down on my back.

As soon as I’m off her, she reaches for the blanket at the bottom of the mattress and pulls it over her body. I reach over to the bedside lamp, flicking the light off, and plunging us into darkness.

I keep staring at the ceiling until my eyes adjust and the light coming from the window is enough to see the walls again.

I’m not a big talker so coming up with something to say is hard, but I want to talk to her. I want to know things about her, and the only way that will happen is to ask.

“What made you get the dragonfly tattoo?” I say the first question that comes to mind.

She lets me wait a few seconds, and I wonder if she is going to give me an honest answer or is she trying to come up with a lie.

“It’s a memorial tattoo,” she finally says. “I got it for my brother. I saw a dragonfly on his grave, and my dad told me that some cultures believe dragonflies are like a messenger from the dead, trying to bring loved ones comfort.”

“Did it work? Did it bring you comfort?”

“Not enough.”

I feel her answer in my bones. There is no comfort when it comes to losing someone you love. I know that very well.

“I lost my mom when I was eight.” It feels weird saying it out loud. The words feel foreign on my tongue because I haven't said them in so long. I never talk about her at all, her memory only kept alive inside my mind.

“I’m sorry, that must have been hard.” Tamson’s caring voice wraps around me, the genuine sympathy in her tone soothing something inside of me.

“Do you have a lot of fond memories of her?”

“Yes, all of my memories of her are good ones. She was always gentle and kind,” I explain, remembering the love I always felt from her. “I don’t even remember her ever raising her voice at me.”

“I can’t say the same about my brother. We used to fight sometimes, usually about the dumbest things. We would yell at each other at the top of our lungs. I even miss that. I miss a lot of things…” She trails off, letting a moment of silence linger between us.

I think about all the things I miss about my mom. The list is long, and thinking about it brings up feelings I’m not comfortable with.

I try to think about something else, pushing the grief and sadness somewhere it can’t touch me. For some reason that’s harder today than usual. I feel like my carefully constructed wall is cracked, the darkness I try to keep away seeping out.

Desperate to change the subject to something less depressing, I ask, “Do you want to get any more tattoos?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes, I see something that I really like but I usually don’t have the extra money to pay for one,” she explains. “What about you? Do you want to get any tattoos?

Her question makes me smile, simply because she asks it. This is the first time she wants to know something about me. It’s a small step, but I’m glad she took it.

“I’m indecisive about a design. I want something covering my whole arm, but I don’t know what. Did it hurt?”

“Scared of the pain?” she questions, a hint of amusement in her voice.

“Curious,” I counter.

“It wasn’t bad. It’s bearable. Honestly, the itching part when it heals is way worse.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I’m about to fire another question at her when she surprises me with one of her own.

“Are you…intimate with Tiana?”

I almost laugh at the innocent way she is asking.

“No,” I tell her honestly. “I never slept with her. Would it bother you if I did?”

“No,” she blurts out a little too fast and a lot too loud. “It’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Just so we’re clear. You are not allowed to be intimate with anyone else,” I warn, the thought of another guy's hands on her makes my blood boil.

She doesn’t say anything back, and I’m glad, because if she tried to fight me on this I might have to fuck her after all, just to show her who she belongs to.