Thin Love(119)

“I can’t. Do it, Kona. Please. I need you inside me.”

“Let me get a condom.”

Keira could hear the wind down, the slow finish of her mother and stepfather’s bellowing fight and she knew there wasn’t time. She wanted to feel Kona. She wanted to feel all of him and that touch, that release could not be delayed. “No time, she’ll be back up here in a minute.” She leaned up, twisted her hips so that his fingers went deeper into her and Kona hissed, eyes closing as she squeezed her muscles against his fingers. “Just… just pull out.”

He didn’t need convincing. Kona reached down, picked up a towel from the floor, set it on the table next to the door and pulled Keira’s jeans and thong off her. Then, he slipped inside her. Each thrust he made into her, every snap of him driving into her welcoming body, had Keira’s shoulders bumping against the door and she loved the sound. It was like a melody, their quick movements, the slap of their flesh meeting and Keira wanted more, always more.

“You always feel so good, baby.” His voice was calm, but on the end of his words Kona released a long breath. “So tight and warm. I could eat you alive.”

Keira felt full, sated in the heavy pant of Kona’s breath, in the groans of pleasures that passed over his mouth as he sank in deeper. He planted kisses on her neck, over her face and Keira felt worshipped, wanted, cherished. With ever pull against her body, every slick swipe of his thumb on her clit, Keira’s heart pounded and she clamped around Kona inside her, loving the shudder of his shoulders and his grip on her hair.

“Wildcat, you’re so fucking wet tonight. I… I’ll never get tired of how good you feel.” He growled once, liking how she let him lead, how Keira relaxed against him so he could drive in deep into her.

Just his praise, those softly grunted words had Keira arching, had Kona’s hips working faster, quicker and she let go and came around him, the orgasm extending, lingering because Kona knew how to touch her, knew what she needed.

She felt so swollen, so full and missed the warmth of his body when Kona jerked out of her and spilled himself moments later onto the towel.

She barely registered Kona moving around the room, tossing the dirty towel into the hamper, tucking himself back into his jeans. Then Kona pulled on her clothes, kissing up her legs, onto her thighs as he shimmed her jeans back over her body. Each kiss was a tribute and Keira slipped her fingers into his hair, over his shoulders as he stood up.

“I love you,” she said, feeling drunk, so high on her man.

His smile was slight, certain and Kona kissed her nose, took her face between his hands. “I love you too, Wildcat.” The easy grin fell when Keira tried to stand, when that dizzy wobble in her head had her feeling fuzzy. Kona grunted, eyes narrowed and stern. “I told you, you’re relapsing.”

“Totally worth it.”

“You need some more meds.” He led her to her bed, pulling back the duvet. “Call tomorrow and get an appointment. I’ll take you in.” She opened her mouth, meant to argue with him, but Kona’s kiss erased whatever protest she might have from her mind. She loved his tongue, how wide it was, how forcefully he moved it into her mouth; it was a drugging distraction that Kona often used. His cell rang and Kona sat up, took that glorious taste from her mouth when he answered the call.

“Yeah? What?” He glanced at Keira and she hated that frown, hated how he turned away from her and rubbed his fingers in his eyes. “Tonight? I’m not in the city right now.” A quick squint at Keira’s clock and Kona’s shoulders lowered. “Give me an hour. I told you I’m not in the city right now, shit. Fine.”

Keira sat up, ignored Kona’s low grunt as she left the bed to join him in front of the French doors. “That was Ricky, wasn’t it?”

“Baby,” he said, kissing her forehead once, “I told you, one last job.”

“Right now? Kona, it’s almost midnight.”

Keira didn’t like this; she didn’t like Kona’s stupid belief that he owed Ricky anything. Ricky, who he’d told her trapped him into selling steroids. Ricky who Kona said needed him for muscle.

“He moved up the drop off date because someone was trying to gank his shipment.” He moved around the room, grabbing his wallet and keys from her bedside table and Keira watched him, a small buzz of worry twisting her stomach.

“And you’re going into the middle of that?” She pulled on his arm, twisting him around to face her. “Are you crazy?” He had to know something was off. He had to know he was walking into something that had Keira’s hands shaking and the bile inching up her throat.