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Kenna

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The low rumble from the motorcycles up the hill at the clubhouse provided background noise in the house. Kenna hugged her pillow and stared across the room at the door.

After riding to the woman's cabin that afternoon and working at the bar all evening, she'd come straight home, knowing what she wanted. She showered and slid into bed naked, leaving the door unlocked for the first time since Kingsley brought her to Gem Haven.

Having a little piece of Kingsley only made her want more of him. She missed having him in her life. She was tired of being mad, tired of hurting, tired of having him close but so far away.

Nothing about her life was easy. Her dad was on death row, going to die. Her sister was grown and in love with Zane. The future she always dreamed about was no longer in front of her.

She'd locked the door on the man she loved. Purposely keeping the door unlocked was a silent invitation, one she wasn't sure Kingsley would take after she'd turned him away repetitively since the truth came out.

Her heart fluttered like a caged bird, echoing the rhythm of the engines that grew closer to the house. As she stared at the door in the dark, she heard the soft creak of footsteps in the hallway.

The door opened. Kingsley stepped into the room, searching the darkness in silence.

He stepped forward, each movement slow and deliberate. Close enough to see him, Kenna spotted the hunger in his gaze. It was the same craving she had for him. God, she needed him.

He slid into the bed beside her. She wiggled toward the warmth of his body and slid her hand down his chest to his buckle.

His swift intake of air turned her on. She unbuckled his belt. The clink echoed through the room like the unlocking of a cell door.

"Be sure, Kenna," he murmured, the words a hoarse whisper in the quiet. "I can't handle another rejection."

With a determination that surprised even her, she kissed him deeply, tasting the desperation in his mouth. "I'm sure," she murmured against his lips.

He undid his jeans, pushing them down and kicking the material off his legs. She ran her hands over his bare chest. He'd come to her almost naked and that excited her. She moved her hands down to his sides, to his hips, to his thighs.

Her frantic need to caress and tangle her body with his was slowed by Kingsley kissing her neck. His hands explored every inch. She was no longer in control of her body and arched into him.

Digging her nails into his back and putting her leg over his hip, she pulled herself closer.

His cock pushed against her inner thigh. She moaned, moving against him. Everything about him brought her comfort. Around him, she belonged. She wasn't alone. She wasn't someone's paycheck. She wasn't in the way. She wasn't in trouble.

She was wanted and desired and loved .

Kingsley pulled back, reaching around him for the jeans he'd kicked off. Taking his wallet out of his back pocket, he removed a condom and tossed the billfold to the floor. She used that time to rub her hands up and down his bare stomach.

"I need you." He rolled the protection on.

"I need you, too."

"You don't understand." He kneeled on the bed. "I need you hard ."

She propped herself on her elbows, unsure of what he expected of her. While they'd had sex—wonderful sex, she had no idea about his wants and needs and kinks. She really had no idea what went on in a healthy relationship. All she felt was an insatiable need to be with him every second of the day.

"O—kay," she whispered.

"You'll like it. Trust me." He held out his hands and pulled her up to a sitting position. "Roll over and get on your hands and knees."

She turned and propped herself on her hands. He grabbed her hips, pulled her toward him, and then slid his hand between her legs. Her head snapped up, and she fisted the blanket at the surge of pleasure spreading through her.

He rubbed his cock against her wetness. She rocked on her knees, trying to plunge onto the hardness.

Kingsley grabbed her hips, pulled her back, and thrust into her. Her back arched, making room for the length of him. She panted, shocked at the way he filled her.

While inside of her, he reached around her hip and found her clit with his fingers, rubbing, circling, caressing. She closed her eyes, bracing against each plunge. Holding herself still because if she moved, if she gave in, if she breathed, she'd orgasm.

She was right there.

On the edge.

Desperate to come.

Stubborn as all hell because she wanted the feeling to go on and on. She wouldn't lose.

His body slapped against her ass. Skin on skin.

No, his balls. His balls slapped her clit. His hand had moved. Where was his hand?

His strokes came faster and harder. She pursed her lips, breathing through her teeth. That's what he'd meant by hard. Yes. Yes. She liked that. Mm. No. God, she loved that.

He grounded against her, holding her in front of him, manipulating and playing her. She moaned. Her pussy throbbed, squeezing down on him. She couldn't stop. Her body rolled tighter. She groaned, pushing against the orgasm, but it was too big, too strong.

Pleasure exploded throughout her. She arched, bucking against Kingsley. He thrust inside of her, riding her orgasm and grunting out his climax.

Electrical shocks pulsed through her as her body released her. She let her head fall between her arms, trying to catch her breath.

Kingsley's fingers loosened on her hips and he caressed the abused skin. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she said but no sound came out. She cleared her throat. "Yes."

He pulled out of her. Unable to support her body, she flopped onto her stomach on the bed and exhaled loudly. He slapped her butt and moved off the bed.

Kingsley returned to the bed and stretched out beside her. She turned her head, needing to see what he was thinking.

He caressed her naked back and murmured, "I'm so fucking sorry."

"No more secrets," she whispered. "No more lies. Even if it hurts, I need to know everything."

Kingsley nodded, leaning over to kiss her. "I'll give you that. No more secrets."

The words hung in the air. It was a fragile bridge they'd built tonight, but a bond they could strengthen with time.

"I'm scared," she whispered. "But I want this. I want us."

He inhaled deeply and rested his forehead on her head. "Me, too," he breathed. "More than anything."