Beautiful Distraction (16 page)

Maybe.

I’m so on edge, I’m definitely ready to see that happening.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” Kellan demands. His thumb
traces my lower lip again while his hard cock presses against my abdomen. I can
taste myself on his skin. I can smell my scent on him.

I flick my tongue over his thumb hesitantly and hear him
catch his breath. “Fuck me.”

I’ve never begged a man to take me. That I’m doing it now is
a sure sign that I’m losing my morals in Montana.

“No. That’s not what I want to hear.” His hands trail down
the front of my shirt and gather on either side of my hips, pulling me to him.

Waiting.

Stalling.

Forcing me to ask him for the one thing I’m not comfortable
doing.

This is the moment to shut down this little episode between
us.

And yet, I find myself wondering what it’d be like to have
his mouth between my legs.

He brings his lips close to my ear. “Say it, Ava. Tell me
what you’d like me to do.”

“Taste me,” I whisper, instantly ashamed of myself as I
repeat his words. “I want to come on your tongue.”

Others have gone down on me. I’ve never come.

I’ll let him try, if it makes him happy…so we can move on to
the fucking part.

Kellan smiles, his smugness so obvious I’d slap it right off
his glorious face if I weren’t so damn horny.

“If you hold back or fake it, you’ll regret it.” The threat
lingers in the air. It should make me afraid of him, eager to get the hell
away. Instead, I can’t help but wonder what kind of punishment he’d have in
store for me.

A slow trail of heat begins to throb to life. My clit’s on
fire.

I like the idea of surrendering all control to him. And
that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

I push my chin out, my eyes challenging him. “If you want
all of me, you’ll have to earn it. I’m not easily pleased.”

He chuckles, the self-satisfied sound speaking volumes.
“Your pussy won’t stand a chance against my tongue.”

Oh, gosh.

I’ve never met anyone so delusional…or full of himself.

If he weren’t so darn sexy, I’d—

In one swift motion, he’s kneeled before me, his hands
cupping my ass, bringing one leg around his shoulders. My balance is so off, I
have no choice but to lean into him. To open myself up, leaving my most private
spot at his mercy.

“Ready for the ride of your life?” Is that another chuckle
before his mouth descends upon me?

“Ride?” I ask stupidly, cursing the fact that my head’s just
turned into a big, empty cloud, when his hot tongue dips into me. The movement
comes so unexpected, I almost whimper and thread my fingers through his hair,
unsure whether to pull his mouth closer or push him away.

My leg wraps tighter around his shoulder, bringing his mouth
closer to my entrance. His tongue dips in again, then licks all the way back up
to my clit, through my swollen folds, moving back up to my clit.

I suck in a gulp of air and close my eyes, my fingers still
tangled in his hair as arrows of pleasure shoot through my core, my pussy
tightening around nothing, begging to be filled.

“I’ve been thinking about your wet pussy,” Kellan whispers
appreciatively between another dip and lick, then another and another.

“You taste even better than I imagined.” His voice is deep,
hoarse, sexy as hell. “I’m going to make you crash so hard, you’ll be spoiled
for every other man after me.”

“No false modesty,” I more moan than whisper.

His tongue focuses on my clit for a moment. His mouth sucks
the little mound between his lips, then he flicks his tongue across it.

I moan and arch my back.

It feels so damn good, but it won’t be enough.

Laughter echoes somewhere to our right, reminding me that
we’re in someone’s back yard. We could be discovered any minute with my skirt
literally hitched up around my waist. A surge of adrenaline rushes through me,
the excitement almost pushing me over me edge.

“Be quiet,” Kellan whispers, but his tongue doesn’t ease up
on me. It slides through my slickness, leaving a hot and moist trail behind
just long enough for the wind to cool me down, before he begins again.

He’s such a professional at doing this.

Too calm. Too focused.

Of course, he’s probably licked more pussy than he can
count. I, on the other hand, feel like I could be dying on the spot. Both from
desire and sheer mortification at what we’re doing. And from being so ready to
give him what he’s been wanting all along.

Somewhere, a door closes. Then a click.

Footsteps thud in the distance.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

“I think someone’s coming,” I whisper needlessly and try to
push his head away. He grabs my ass tightly, holding me in place as he adjusts
his mouth.

“Kellan,” I whisper, mortified.

His tongue is more unrelenting now. Barely giving me time to
breathe between the hard flicks on my clit. My pussy tightens, squeezing the
air, the delicious pull of an oncoming orgasm forming, but not quite there.

The footsteps stop, and a male voice begins to talk quietly…into
a phone?

I can even make out a few words.

Oh, God.

We’re going to be found out.

Talk about bad timing.

“Kellan.” His name swooshes out of my mouth in another
silent moan.

“Hush! He’ll be here soon.” The way he says it, it sounds
like he knows the person. I want to follow up his remark with a question. I
even open my mouth when he thrusts a finger into me, then another, stretching
me, filling me.

I nearly cry out, the sound lodged deep in my throat.

It’s getting harder to breathe.

Kellan’s tongue flicks faster while he finger-fucks me hard,
rubbing against that one special spot inside me I know will have me crying out
his name.

Red-hot waves of lust threaten to crush me. My legs begin to
tremble. I bite my lip hard so I can’t cry out. The taste of blood registers
somewhere inside my mind, but I don’t care.

All I want is more.

More of him.

More of this.

I think the footsteps are heading for us now, but I can’t
move.

Whatever Kellan’s doing to me is way too good to stop him.

“Oh, God.” A moan erupts from my chest.

The familiar blackness of an orgasm is descending on me a
moment before my body lights up, then crashes in flames. A tremor rocks my
entire body over and over again.

Faintly, I think I feel Kellan set me down and place a hasty
kiss on my lips.

He tastes of me.

It’s so darn sexy, my core flares up again.

Yes, I definitely want more of him, until the lights in the
back yard go on.

“Kellan, is that you?” a male voice calls out.

Oh, my God.

I jump back and only manage to rattle the gate, drawing
attention to us.

Kellan laughs and pulls down my skirt. “Hey, Ryder. How’s it
going?”

“You son of a bitch.” A dark figure reaches us in a few long
strides, and I groan inwardly, filled with humiliation.

This guy is definitely corrupting me.

I can’t believe I just came barely a few steps away from one
of his friends.

“I heard you were back, but I didn’t realize—” The guy
stops mid-sentence, and for the first time, he seems to see me.

Like, really see me.

There’s something familiar about him. His eyes are dark in
the night, but I don’t fail to notice he’s the same height as Kellan.

Even the same build, as far as I can tell.

I can see the resemblance.

“Ava, this is my brother. Ryder, Ava. She’s from NYC,”
Kellan says coolly. His hand grabs my ass possessively, like he has a claim on
me.

“Well, hello, Ava,” Ryder says. “I’m glad you guys were
enjoying my back yard. I like my guests to come more often.”

My face flushes with mortification.

I don’t know what the fuck he meant by that about, but I’m
pretty sure he isn’t talking about regular invitations to a barbecue party.

Kellan laughs. “The lady definitely will. I’ll make sure of
that. Thanks for not arresting us.”

My head snaps in his direction?

Is that supposed to be a joke?

I take in his wink, and the penny drops.

Oh, my fricking God.

His brother has to be a cop.

“My dear brother’s the deputy,” Kellan explains.

The fricking deputy? The one everyone seems to be missing.

“What are brothers for?” Ryder laughs.

I swat at Kellan’s hand on my ass, the slap so hard the
sound reverberates in the night.

“I’m going home,” I mutter and rattle at the gate.

“Let me—” Kellan starts.

“No. I’ll find my way back. Thanks.” I shake my head and
shoot him a deadly look, even though he probably can’t see it in the darkness.
“It was nice meeting you…”

“Ryder.” He stretches out his hand, and I take it.

“Sorry about the—” My voice chokes.

I rush past him, head held high, trying my hardest not to
look back.

It’s the walk of shame.

I might have lost any sense of decency, but I still have my
dignity, right?

Right?

After returning to the bar, I make up some bullshit excuse,
and Kellan drives both Mandy and me home—the silence in the car deafening
in its intensity. I barely mumble something about a headache before dashing for
my bedroom and barricading myself inside for the rest of the night.

Holy shit!

I can’t believe I let Kellan compromise me like that. Sure,
I had the orgasm of my life, but…

What. The. Fuck?

In his brother’s back yard?

With his brother barely a few steps away?

Knowing his brother’s the deputy?

The bastard
knew
Ryder would be back any time. He
knew
Ryder could hear us.

Why the fuck would he take me there to have his wicked ways
with me?

Because I’m another conquest for his panty collection.
That’s what I am. I can’t even pretend that I don’t know it. Like I can’t
pretend I didn’t hear Sharon’s warning.

And I even asked him for it.

That’s probably the worst part.

Practically panted his name and begged him to take me…

In his brother’s fucking yard.

He likes to brag about his conquests, or why else would
everyone know about his damn business?

This episode is definitely a new low since meeting Kellan
Boyd.

Stripping off my clothes, I leave them in a puddle at my
feet and step into the shower, furiously washing away the memories of Kellan’s
mouth on me. I lather tons of shower gel into my skin and let the hot water
burn my body in the hope that Kellan’s image will disappear from my mind.

But he’s all I can think about.

My body’s aching for his touch. Even though I just had a
release, I want more of it.

I want all of
him.

I switch off the water and step out of the shower. Wrapping
a fluffy towel around me, I head back to my bedroom.

My mind is made up.

Even though I can’t leave until the car’s been repaired, I
will
stay away from him, even if that
involves living like a vampire, AKA sleeping through the day and only venturing
out at night.

It shouldn’t be too hard a task.

The rap at the door jerks me out of my thoughts. My heart
stops—hoping, praying, then hating the thought—that it’s Kellan.

It’s probably Mandy anyway. I can’t deal with her questions
right now, not in the least because it’s all her fault. She wanted me to go on
this trip.

If it weren’t for her and her stupid plan to see Mile High,
I would never have Kellan seen again. I would never have been stuck here. I
would never have been so embarrassed.

Another rap, this time a little louder.

Ignoring the urgency it seems to convey, I put on a T-shirt
and pair of shorts, and slip beneath the covers, then turn off the lights.

He or she’ll get the message.

I’ll make sure of it.

But, damn, keeping my raging hormones in check has never
been so hard.