KENNICK: A Bad Boy Romance Novel (12 page)

She bucked and shook as he held her, and felt, even through
the condom, the familiar gush of cum as he pulsed and came inside her, with
her,
 
their hearts synchronized as
her pussy milked every inch of cum from his cock and he rammed himself further
inside her with each burst, driving her orgasm to deeper and deeper realms.
Kim’s arms clasped him around the neck like a vice, his teeth biting gently at
her neck as he released the last of himself into her warm and clenching center.
When, finally, it was through, they collapsed backwards, Kim still on top of
him, her pussy still clenching lightly around his wilting cock.

“Damn, woman,” he breathed. “Got any more surprises for me?”

She giggled, feeling lightheaded and drugged. She rolled off
him and lay one hand across her stomach, feeling its contractions dissipate as
Kennick disposed of the used condom. After what seemed like a long time, he
spoke again.

“Tell me about your favorite childhood memory,” he asked,
surprising her from her stupored state. She laughed again, brow crinkling.

“Um…why?” she asked.

“How else are we supposed to get to know each other?” he said
as though it was the obvious response to her question. She looked at him then,
and saw he was being genuine. She rolled over onto her side, thought long and
hard, and began talking. They didn’t stop talking for a long time, laying in
his bed, each telling story after story and discussing the finer points of
their own minds. Before Kim knew it, she realized it had to be past midnight.

“I should go,” she said in a strained whisper.

“Why?” Kennick asked, leaning himself up on one elbow,
his eyes like black wells of liquid in the darkness. Kim faltered, feeling his
arm snake around her back and pull her in close to his chest. She didn’t want
to leave, but she’d
assumed
he
expected her to. And she’d been determined to suck it up, put a smile on her
face and be happy to have gotten what she wanted – even if it had only left her
wanting more.

“Won’t your brothers be home soon?”

“Oh, darling,” he said, a chuckle in his throat. “Too
late for that.”

Kim groaned. Sure enough, when she took the time to
listen, she heard murmured conversation outside the trailer. How loud had she
been? How long had they been there? They’d probably heard everything…

“Well, I mean, I just should, right?” she said,
half-heartedly struggling against him. He released her with a sigh that stilled
her.

“If that’s what you want,
keshalyi.
I like having you here,” he said. She was almost shocked
enough to gasp. She hadn’t thought he was after anything more than a roll in
the hay. Maybe he was hoping for more in the morning?

“Why?” she breathed, ashamed of the weakness in her
voice, ashamed that she needed him to say it, needed to hear him say it. His
teeth gleamed white as he smiled.

“I like you,” he said. “You’re funny. You’re brave.
And that body…baby, who wouldn’t want to hold that all night?”

She blushed hard, happy the darkness hid it from him.

“Brave?” she croaked out, wondering what she’d done
that had been so ‘brave’.

“I can tell how scared you were,” Kennick said with a
yawn. “Yesterday. Tonight. You got fear in your eyes. But you came anyway, and
you held your own. Don’t know what the hell you were so afraid of, but takes
guts to face it.”

Kim pulled her knees up to her chest, considering
this. She barely knew what she’d been afraid of, either. All she knew was that
fear was her constant companion, and she spent every day spitting in its face,
doing things that scared her shitless because she wasn’t going to be a prisoner
to that anxiety. Maybe that
was
brave.
She’d always thought it was just the way things were, her burden to bear.

“Now, you gonna force me to list off all the things I
like about you,” Kennick said, reaching out for her again. “Or are you gonna
come here and help me fall asleep?”

She bit her lip but yielded and curled herself into
the space he offered, her head on his broad, muscled shoulder. She sighed,
inhaling his scent of sandalwood and ink, and melted again.

Chapter
Seventeen

The girl had a grip like corpse, the way she clung to
his body, one thigh draped across his, arm across his chest. He liked it. She
felt warm. By the way the light filtered slightly through the blinds, he could
see morning was coming on quick. Faintly, down the hall, he heard Cristov
snoring. The boys must have gotten into the rest of the wine last night; Cristov
only snored when he was sleeping off a good drunk.

Looking down at the top of Kim’s head, he smiled. She
felt right there. She felt like she belonged there. His grandmother’s words
drifted back to him. He had bigger fish to fry than getting his love on, but
you couldn’t stop things that were meant to happen. Maybe it wouldn’t turn out
to be her. But God help him, he hoped it did.

The pressure of her body on top of his had exacerbated
the usual response his body had to waking up, and when she shifted slightly in
her sleep, her thigh sliding further up his leg to brush against his hardness,
his balls churned. He lay one hand on her thigh, pushing it out slightly,
releasing himself from her grip as he rose. Her eyelids fluttered, brow
furrowing, but she didn’t wake yet.

She’d never managed to get those clothes of hers back
on her body, and her delicate, creamy flesh was laid bare for him, making his
cock jump in hunger. He had flipped her onto her back when he rose, and now he
let his fingers run up and down her sides. She squirmed in her sleep, lips
parting.

He let his hands linger on the sides of her breasts,
rosy and perky, her nipples responding quickly when her rolled his thumbs over
them. Only then did her eyes squint open, taking in the sight of him above her,
his hands beginning to massage her breasts from below as his thumbs rolled over
and around each nipple. She smiled, sleepy and lazy with pleasure.

“Did anyone ever tell you how fantastic these are?” he
asked as he continued to favor her breasts, his growing hardness pressed
against her stomach. She giggled and shook her head, shifting slightly, her
thighs parting.

“They’re damn miracles,” he growled, leaning down to
take one nipple between his lips, rolling his tongue over it before pulling away.
His hips thrust against the soft curve of her belly, instinct taking over as he
gazed down at her luscious form. “I’ve seen the Grand Canyon, but damn, woman,
these
are God’s masterpiece.”

At that, she let out a true laugh, and closed her
eyes, a blush overcoming her cheeks.

“You’re just trying to get into my pants,” she teased,
her body squirming underneath him as her arousal grew with each passing moment,
his strong hands drawing forth her desire as they played with her now-tender
breasts.

“You’re not wearing any pants,” he countered, and as
though to prove the fact, he shot one hand down to her naked pussy and let his
fingers part the lips slightly. Her mouth parted again then, though no words
came out, her eyelids drooping as her hips responded the only way they could,
by pressing forward, wanting to feel more of him inside her…all of him, if
possible.

“Please,” she moaned despite herself, now fully aware
that her body was a slave for this man, that if he left her then, panting and
wanting, she might actually die. Kennick swiftly grabbed a condom from the
bedside table and tore the package open with his teeth, rolling it over his
throbbing cock as Kim undulated beneath him, her hands coming up to run up and
down his sides. Repositioning himself so that his cock parted her pussy lips
and pressed against her damp slit, he lowered himself above her, their faces
only separated by inches.

“Please what?” he teased, thrusting forward almost
imperceptibly, taunting her with the barest hint of his cock inside her. She
moaned and squirmed again, pulling at his hips to no avail.

“Please fuck me,” she relented, her eyes trapped in
his sea green irises, the heat and smell of him intoxicating, her early morning
brain rolling with a need that was no lessened by what he’d already given her
the night before. “I want your cock in me, Kennick.”

Kim had never been one to indulge in dirty talk, but
it felt right. It felt
amazing.
Almost
as amazing as when he pushed himself inside her, spreading her once more, his
impressive cock sliding into her wet slit slowly, the angle driving him deep
inside her, so deep she could swear he was going to reach her womb. She
groaned, loud and long, as her thighs gripped him tight, her ankles crossing to
hold him inside her as her hips bucked upward until he bottomed out, every inch
of him touching every inch of her.

“Jesus, baby,” he moaned into her ear, “I think this
pussy was custom made for me.”

She could only groan her agreement as he began to
thrust, slow and hard, into her warmth, his arms falling to grip her waist and
pull her tighter to him. She was hot and wet and pulsing around his cock, ready
and so eager, he didn’t know how long he could possibly last before releasing
inside her. But as her body responded to his thrusts, moving in perfect rhythm,
the pace increasing between them, he could feel her thighs quivering around his
waist.

“That good, baby?” he cooed against her skin, feeling
her heart racing against his chest, her desire rising with each stroke, deeper
and harder each time. Kim nodded and moaned her response, a familiar heat
creeping into her face and fingers, a tidal wave of pressure in her gut that
rose and rose, impossibly huge, terrifying in its intensity. When that wave
broke, she would be gone, washed away. And the more he drove into her, each
stroke determined, as though he wanted only her pleasure, craved her orgasm as
much as his own, she knew she was a goner.

With a rough gasp, Kennick grabbed her thighs and
pushed them forward, her knees bent against her chest, her feet hitting his
chest as he continued to drive into her with relentless force, the new angle
now driving him against her most sensitive places, places she’d never known
existed.

Blinding pleasure swept through her body as she came
quick and sudden, the tidal wave crashing over and flooding her body with
white-hot ecstasy, blinding her as she screamed out his name and thrashed
against him, rolling on her lower back as he plunged deep inside her and, with
a groan, released his own climax, shooting wave after wave of cum against her
clenching pussy, her contractions milking every last drop of cum from his dick.

Kim’s body, stretched to the limits of pleasure and
beyond, shook and wilted underneath him as he panted and fell back onto his
heels. Her feet lowered slowly to the bed, her legs shaking like jelly.
Disposing of the condom and rolling over to her side, Kennick kissed the side
of her neck, under her ear, inviting one last shudder from her still-reeling
body. High on pleasure, she giggled and turned, wrapping her arms around him
and yanking him close so she could feel his now-soft cock nestled against her
still-wet pussy.

“You’re…shit, Kennick,” she said between breaths, her
eyes trapped in his again.

“Really? I thought that was pretty good,” he said,
feigning offense. She giggled again and then sighed, allowing her body to go
limp as he curled his arms around her.

“What time is it?” she wondered aloud, not having
heard an alarm go off. His arms shrugged around her.

“Morning,” he said. She huffed a sigh and rolled the
top of her head against his chest, feeling more at home in his arms than she’d
ever felt with anyone. One night could change so much, it seemed.

“I have work,” she said, realizing she’d have to give
herself enough time to go home, get changed, brush her teeth and shower before
going to the office. Typically, Kim would not have spent the night on a work
night. Then again, Typical Kim seemed to be taking an extended vacation. One
that was, perhaps, long overdue.

“Mmm,” Kennick responded, only hugging her tighter. “I
could think of better work for you to get done if you decided to play hooky…”

Kim laughed and pulled herself away from the
sweat-soaked embrace. The world outside of Kennick’s arms felt a lot colder,
even with the summer heat outside. She groaned when she found her cell phone on
the floor and saw that it was just past 7:30; she’d probably be late no matter
what. But dallying would only make her later.

“I gotta go,” she said, hopping from the bed before
the desire to stay could overwhelm her. Throwing on her clothes, she bit her
lip when Kennick emerged from the bed naked, with no apparent plan to get
dressed. His elegant, intricate tattoos invited her eyes to linger, and that
trail of hair leading downwards between the V of his abs demanded her
attention, too. But she
had
to go.

“When should I bring Ricky over to talk about the
editorial?” Kim asked, straightening up suddenly, the subject having fallen
somewhere behind the bookshelf of her mind during the night’s activities.

“Tonight’s fine,” Kennick said. “Ricky’s the sister?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Kim said, realizing she’d never
told Kennick her name. He gave her a strange look.

“That’s a dumb thing to apologize for,” he said,
striding forward to collect her half-clothed form in a tight embrace. “You
should save your apologies for times you really need them.”

“Mmm,” Kim hummed as she felt his skin against hers,
the heat between them unrelenting. “Then I’m sorry I have to go to work right
now.”

He laughed, the rumble in his chest pleasant against
her cheek.

“That’s more like it, Little Mayor,” he said. “Much
more like it.”