Page 27 of Hiding In the Dark (The Righteous 4)
“That’s where you’re mistaken.” Kes dropped his head to her neck and nuzzled the racing pulse under her heated skin. “I want you to go to prom with me.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
Kes loved how her voice wavered as his lips traveled up the length of her neck to the delicate jawline. “Does it feel like I’ve lost my mind?” He kissed the skin that had been tantalizing his dreams for years. She was so soft and tasted even better than in his fantasy. The sharp intake of breath as her body finally weakened against his hold told him exactly how much she was enjoying this.
“This is theTwilight Zone. I just need to wake up,” she murmured.
He smirked as he stared at her closed eyes with their long lashes that hooded her bright blue eyes whenever she smiled.
“Say you’ll go with me.” He placed a soft kiss on the corner of her swollen lips. “Do it. You know you want to say it.” He kissed the other side of her well-abused mouth. Ashley’s body was trembling like she was freezing in their ninety-degree heatwave.
“I can’t. You’ve played me too many times, Kes.” Her eyes opened, and it was his breath hitching as he stared into them. “I don’t trust you.”
He smirked and laid a tiny kiss on the end of her nose. “Alright, challenge accepted. You agree to go with me the moment I’ve gained your trust.”
One delicate eyebrow rose as she sucked in her bottom lip, and he was tempted to ravage that mouth again.
“Alright, it’s a deal, but it’s never going to happen.”
The memory of her taste on his tongue was as strong as it had been years ago—but now, he didn’t want to take her to prom, and he didn’t want to just make her moan. No, he wanted to take what should’ve always been his. Make her dig her nails into his shoulders as he fucked her until she screamed and came all over his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he grunted as the first spurt of come flew from the tip of his cock, but his hand didn’t slow. His knees shook as the next rush hit with enough force to sit him on his ass. Sheer determination alone kept him on his feet as the jets of come landed on the shower wall, his mind picturing bathing her insides.
As the last drops dripped from his cock, he had to force himself to let go as every instinct still screamed to do it again. It didn’t matter that he’d need time to recoup or that it would hurt to try and force another climax so soon. None of that mattered.
He swallowed, his throat hurting as he tried to wet the dried-out area. Kes stuffed his still semihard cock back into his jeans and stumbled back from the wall. It was hard to see in the dark, but the grey tile showed a distinct smattering of white. The corner of his mouth curled up in a wicked smirk, and he was tempted to leave it, let her wonder where the truckload of come came from, and he pictured the confused expression on her face. He wanted to laugh, but opted to turn on the shower to a gentle spray. He washed off the wall and had to grip the doorframe as he shook out the rest of the rubber in his legs.
He looked toward the master bedroom. If that was the result of just looking at her, what would it be like to be buried balls deep inside her? His body shuddered with the question.
Not tonight.
He slowly made his way toward his version of a doggy door and let himself out. Not tonight, but it would happen.
Ashley felt like she’d been in a battle last night. She woke up, and all the blankets were on the floor, and she was still restless. At one point in the night, she awoken with a start, heart pounding and sat up straight, thinking someone was in her room, but the bedroom was empty.
This was Kes’s fault. Since the moment she’d bumped into him, she’d been feeling out of sorts, or more specifically, like the girl she had been and not the woman she was now.
Stupid men. Why did she have to be attracted to the dickheads? The first guy she’d dated in college was a hardcore manwhore, a cheater. The next one ended up in jail for stealing cars, and had tried to say she did it. The third one always found a way to make her pay for everything and then had tried to date her friend while they were still together. But the piece de la resistance was the jerk that had eventually caused her to get a restraining order against him for hitting her.
And here she was, once again infatuated with Kes Reynolds, the first boy to treat her like crap and break her heart. She gave her head a shake as she wandered into the bathroom and flicked on the light.
She made her way over to the toilet and had to do a double-take at the shower. “What the hell?” She stared at the distinct brown ring of dirt and water that surrounded the drain. “Shit, this thing better not be backing up again,” she groaned as she flicked on the water to wash the dirt down and then waited to see if it was going to bubble back up.
Hopefully, it was just a one-off and it didn’t need to be fixed. The last thing she needed was something else to have to fix. Ashley set about getting ready for her appointment. Just the thought of the appointment was making her want to go back to bed and hide under the covers like a child and yell that she was never coming out. She should call her mother. At least her mother would come and sit with her.
“No, don’t do it. You know where that will lead,” she mumbled.
Ashley decided that if she was going to have to sit in a medical clinic for six to eight hours, she was going to be comfortable. She pulled a loose-fitting sweater over her head, and it settled over her pale pink yoga pants. Just in case it was the type of building that loved to crank up the air conditioning, she rummaged around in her front hall closet and found a scarf and shawl that her mother had randomly knitted for her even though she lived in a hot state.
Stuffing the items into her gym bag, she grabbed her purse, phone, and the cane she hated to head across town. Thirty minutes later, she stepped out of her Uber only to stare up at the bright red letters that proudly stated Mount Rose Clinic. She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry, and peeked over her shoulder to see the Uber pulling away.
“I guess running is no longer an option.” Rolling out her shoulders, she made her way up the long access ramp to the front doors and stepped into her new reality. This place was going to be her temporary prison every six months for the rest of her life, however long that was.
Shaking off the dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach, she put on her ‘I’m great’ smile for the woman at the help desk. “Hi, I’m looking for Dr. Pierce’s clinic.”
“Elevator is over there,” the overly bubbly woman said as she pointed. “You want the second floor, and then you turn right off of the elevator. You can’t miss it.”
“Thank you.”
