Page 44 of Hiding In the Dark (The Righteous 4)
He stepped back and sat down on one of the island stools—his eyes fixed on his hands fisted in his lap. “I know, it was an over-the-top reaction, but I’d been so angry and bitter and resentful and—I hated my life so much and for such a long time. He didn’t call the cops. Instead, he called a friend that pulled some strings and had me carted off to a military camp for troubled youth.”
“I wondered what happened. I mean you simply disappeared, but Kes I have to say I figured you were off laughing it up while on the European trip you said we’d go on.”
“No, oh god no. Man I was such a dick you thought I ran away from prom to go on a vacation to rub your nose in it? I mean you know you were a fucktard when?”
She squeezed his hand and offered a small smile. She wouldn’t lie to him, it was exactly what she thought and he needed to know.
Kes pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll finish telling you what really happened. My father told me I should be thankful that he wasn’t having me arrested and charged as an adult since I was eighteen. When my time was up, I decided to enlist. I didn’t want to go home. I couldn’t go home. I was too embarrassed to face you, and even if I had, what kind of life could we have? I needed to grow up and break the chains my father had on me. The Navy gave me that, it allowed me to be my own man and make money my father didn’t control.” His eyes lifted to hers, and the pain he kept hidden under his cocky exterior was laid bare.
In that moment, she knew she was done. She was going to do something stupid, her heart pushing her to close the short distance and cup his face. “I wanted to prove myself as a man before coming home to you, prove I was worth your time, but as days turned into years I felt like I couldn’t face you. That you would’ve moved on and you were better off—I was a broken man when I first got back. Ashley, I never wanted to hurt you again, and there is nothing wrong with you. There never was.” His hand slid around her waist as she laid a soft kiss on his lips. “You’re beautiful. You’ve always been my angel, and I’m sorry I plucked out your feathers.”
“I’m no angel.” The heat roared through her body with his words, her face hot with the blush she knew would be there.
“You’ve always been my angel, my hope amongst the dark. When I didn’t think I could go on, it was your face I thought about.” Kes pushed her hair back from her face and stood, connecting their lips and sending a shockwave through her body. She gasped as he deepened the kiss like he was going to devour her. “Tell me you want me,” he mumbled against her lips.
“Are you going to walk away this time?”
Kes smiled against her lips. “Never again.”
She nodded, and even as her mind was trying to back away from the steep cliff, her heart pushed her over the edge. “I want you.”
She squealed as he pulled her up so she could lock her legs around his waist. “You really should’ve kept the knife, Ashley. There’s no going back for me now.”
God, help her. That statement only made her want him more.
Kes was ravenous as he marched down the hall with Ashley clinging to him. Her body felt perfect pressed up against his, like this was where she was always meant to be. As soon as he rounded the corner to her bedroom, he pushed her back up against the wall.
“Oh fuck,” he said, his voice close to a growl as he broke the kiss and latched on to the soft skin of her neck. He swirled his tongue around on the delicate area as her decadent berry scent filled his nose and traveled through his body like a drug.
His cock had found an escape from the fluffy purple towel, and he could feel her flimsy boxers, the only barrier between him and what he craved.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her hands gripping his hair and pulling him harder into her neck as he rubbed himself against the crotch of her little shorts. She was going to have a massive hickey when he was through, and she welcomed it. She was his. She’d always been his, as he’d always been hers.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he whispered into her ear, loving her little inhale of breath and how she ground her mound into him harder. Sliding his hand up the underside of her leg, he felt the material easily move aside for him to find what he was after.
“Oh shit, Kes,” she groaned as his finger slid into the slick walls of her pussy.
Ashley’s eyes were half-closed, her mouth parted, and he wanted her to groan. No, he wanted her to yell and swear into his mouth so he could capture every single sound. He kissed her again as his finger slid easily back and forth, teasing her swollen lips. As he made a little circular motion on her clit, she whimpered into his mouth as she tried to grind harder on his finger. Her grip on his sides tightened along with the hold she had on his hair. Kes reared back and sucked in a deep breath.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged and wiggled around on his finger.
“Oh, I’m not stopping. Take your tank off,” he managed to get out as he battled back his own raging need. If he never did anything else right, he was going to get this moment between them right. He was going to make sure she was writhing in pleasure before he even got a taste.
Ashley fumbled with the bottom of her cute pink tank top and ended up elbowing him in the chin in her haste to yank it over her head. It was a good hit and was going to leave a mark, but all he could do was laugh. She peered at him through the small opening between her tangled tank top and arms, making him laugh harder.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” she pleaded.
Reaching up with his free arm, he helped her struggling arms out of the material and loved how her hair fell around her face in a wild mess. That’s how her hair should look all the time—like he’d just fucked her all night.
“Don’t be sorry, Doll. I’ve earned worse than that from you. Would you like to give the other side a shot?” Kes smirked as he offered his jaw up to more abuse. She could abuse him all day, any day, and he’d gladly take every bit of it and beg for more. “Or would you rather me do this?” He wiggled the finger still deep inside her and savored the instant moan. The normally sweet expression she always wore slipped and showed that his sweet beauty was a vixen under it all.
With a dip of his head, he took one of her sexy little nipples into his mouth and teased the hardened nub. Ashley’s hands found his hair again, and he grinned against the delicate mound as she pulled his head harder into her chest with a breathy gasp. As his tongue twirled around the sensitive flesh, he withdrew his finger and teased her by dipping just the tip of his finger into her heated core. She was so tight and wet, and the little moans as she writhed around were amping his need higher than he ever thought possible.
“Oh fuck,” Kes groaned as he switched nipples. His cock ached to be where his finger was slowly pushing deeper. He could almost feel it on his cock as her walls clenched around his advancing digit.
“Kes, oh my god, I’m so close.” The words strangled in a moan were words he’d dreamt of hearing. He smirked as Ashley whimpered when he added a second finger. “Oh fuck!” She bucked in his hold, the action making him pant almost as hard with his carnal desire to be inside her.
“Right there?” He curled his finger just enough to apply pressure to where he knew her G spot should be.
