Coming Undone (10 page)

McKenna gripped the edged of the blanket and offered him a soft smile she hoped didn’t shake too badly. He was off then to find the woman he’d been searching for for so long. He’d said it wasn’t personal, all business, but McKenna didn’t think she quite believed that. She must be some kind of woman to pull that kind of loyalty and dedication from someone as stand-offish as Ren. She could question him about her, the woman, but she didn’t know if he’d tell her the truth, confess to what he felt for the missing person. She also didn’t think she could stand it if he did give her the truth.

“This is it then?” she asked into the quiet. “You break into my life, turn everything upside down, and you leave?” Her voice rose on the last word, shrill and quivering. She swallowed when he stopped mid-pace and stared her down, nostrils flaring.

“That’s the way it has to be.” His pitched-low voice rumbled over her skin, a slow-moving quake that settled in her center, wetting her panties, and setting her clit to throbbing.

She moved her legs restlessly under the covers. “Fine.” She lifted her chin slightly, attempting to portray confidence while her eyes stung and her body burned. Didn’t it serve her right? Wanting things she could never have from a man she could never have? She flung away the blanket and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Under his heavy scrutiny, she got up and brushed the hair away from her face.

“Thanks for everything, Ren.” She didn’t hold his knowing gaze for more than a second, but it was enough. Enough to confirm what she already knew; she wanted that son of a bitch. She wanted him around. Wanted him to stay. For her. With her. “You know the way out.” She ducked past him, headed for the bathroom, but he grabbed her elbow. Held her still.

“McKenna.”

She froze. Her name on his lips was a tortured sound. She bit her lip, keeping her head straight ahead, unseeing. She didn’t want to look at him because she’d likely break. At the very least, she’d bend, low enough to beg for more. Just a little bit. Only a little bit more.

The rough scrape of his calloused fingers against her skin made her shiver, made her want to lean into him and demand a stronger touch, a tighter hold on her body. A hold similar to the one he already had on her heart.

Fuck.

“Kenna.” She hadn’t noticed him move, but suddenly his heat was all around her, his moist breath on her nape rustling the hair there. “I keep forgetting you’re not mine,” he murmured at her ear. “I keep forgetting I can’t claim you. You look at me with those big brown eyes and I forget.” He inhaled. His fingers on her elbow tightened. “I forget I can’t give you what you need.”

A sound spilled from her parted lips. A cry? A laugh? “What do you think I need?” she whispered without looking at him. “Tell me, Ren. What do I need?”

“More.” His hand slid from her elbow, up her arm. “You need more. I don’t have it to give.”

“Then give me whatever you’ve got.” She spun around, fisting the front of his shirt. “Give me whatever you’ve got,” she repeated. “I want it, Ren.” She did. She’d take anything. Anything.

His eye flashed, a burning that seemed to reach out and singe her. Color spread over his cheekbones, deepening the scar on his face. “One night.”

Oh Christ. She felt her body melting, coming apart under that look in his eye. Too hot, not hot enough. His hand moved from her shoulder to her throat, grasping her there and yanking her forward.

“One night, Kenna.”

Her lashes fluttered, her eyelids threatening to close. “All night.”

He took her mouth in a harsh claiming. All-consuming. She opened for him, fingers sinking into his shirt, holding on as her knees buckled. Ren’s tongue thrust deep, taking her over. His hold on her throat didn’t let up. In fact, he held her tighter there. She didn’t mind, but she should. He’d leave marks, and she couldn’t afford them.

His free hand traversed her front, knuckles brushing her nipples through the flimsy cut-off T-shirt before he delved farther down, past her stomach and belly button. She moaned into his mouth, fighting for breath yet refusing to part from him. His fingers snuck under the waistband of her panties and he cupped her.

She arched for him. Parted her thighs to grant him better access to the core of her
ache. Her need. He brushed her clit and she moaned. Loud and hungry, that sound. A finger touched her swollen bud. Moisture flowed from her. Then he pushed two fingers inside.

She tore her mouth away and screamed. So fucking good, those fingers. Scraping against her walls, making her quiver and contract. She got wetter.

Ren grunted against her lips. “So fucking wet, Kenna.” He shifted, moved his mouth to her neck. “Want to get at that pussy, eat you right.” His teeth scraped the length of her neck. She bucked, her sex spasming.

“Fuck, yeah.” He worked her, spreading her with three fingers while his thumb pressed on her clit, the blunt scrape of his nail an added pain she loved.

She just held on to him, rising on tiptoes and sinking down on the fingers he used to fuck her out of her mind. “Ren.” His name trembled on her lips. She licked them. Then his mouth was back on hers, tongue pushing in, teeth clicking, nipping.

He twisted the
fingers inside her, knuckles pressing at something that made her cry out. He swallowed the sound and did it again. McKenna dug her nails into his shoulders.

Ren lifted his mouth from hers. “Want to feel you come around my fingers, feel that cunt melt all around me.” He removed his digits and she whimpered at the loss.

“Ren.” God, her pussy contracted, searching for something. The emptiness, she hated it. “Please.”

He watched her hungrily. “You were right.” He brought his cream-soaked fingers to his lips and sucked on them. “You’re fucking tight, Kenna.”

She panted. Even more juices spilled from her. She liked the way he talked, like he meant every word. Like he couldn’t, wouldn’t ever get enough.

“I want to feel you around me,” he rumbled. “Want to feel your tight pussy squeeze me, choke me to fucking death.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

He licked his lips and stepped back. “Edge of the bed.
Ass in the air.”

Her legs didn’t work right. She had to try twice before she found herself moving forward. Once she reached the bed, she dropped facedown, hanging half on, half off. Squeezing her eyelids shut, she fisted the sheet and waited.

“Spread.”

She did.

A hand slid over the inside of her right thigh.

“Raise it up.” His words came out as harsh commands, demanding nothing she wasn’t willing to give.

She bent her knees and tipped her ass higher, anticipation locking the breath in her lungs. Behind her, Ren cupped her ass then she felt his breath, hot at the base of her spine. McKenna undulated, needy sounds filling the room. He tugged down her panties. Something fell next to her head. She opened her eyes and saw it was the tiny scrap of red lace.

“You smell so fucking good.” Fingers sank into her ass cheeks, spreading her, exposing her to him. “Damn it, Kenna.” A slight tremor ran from his fingertips to her core. “Look at you, you’re perfection down here.”

He used the fingers from one hand to spread the outer lips of her pussy. She couldn’t help the low keening sound she made, or the clenching of her hole to his touch.

“Pink and soft,” he spoke in reverence. “And dripping for me.” He dragged his flattened tongue over her, from right before her ass to her clit.

“Oh. Oh God.” She bucked then pushed back onto his face. “Ren, please.” She wanted all of him. She’d come out of her skin if he kept up with the tease, if he continued with the slow. She wanted him hard and fast, wanted to scream and lose her mind with it.

Fingers pushed into her.
Two. Three. Then his tongue followed. Kenna rocked with him, riding the rhythm of his fingers, fighting to take his tongue deeper into her. She wanted him to eat her up. She wanted it like the last time when she came undone riding his face.

The pleasure burned her good, had her flying. Words and sounds left her mouth, this she knew, but she didn’t hear them, couldn’t decipher anything over the blood rushing through her veins.

His tongue moved from her hole to her clit, where he tugged on her, worrying the hardened nub while Kenna writhed. He grunted and the vibrations lit her clit afire.

“Oh God!” She lifted her ass and Ren moved with her, never releasing her, his fingers still working her, teeth scraping over her clit bringing her pain until his tongue smoothed over her and took away the hurt, turning it mind-blowing pleasure.

Then abruptly the fingers in her cunt disappeared and returned at her back entrance, circling her rosebud, dipping in.

“Fuck! Fuck!” She bit down on the pillow, torn between wanting to beg for mercy, for him to let up on the pleasure, or give her more. Of everything. One slick finger breached the ring of muscle, slow going. She held her breath, the muscles in her thighs burning, the ache in her ass indescribable. Ren’s mouth closed over her clit. He sucked, pulling hard.

She cried out, nearly pitched forward, and the finger in her anus sank deeper, deeper inside.

“Ren, fuck.
Too much.”

He made a sound on her aroused flesh that had her clawing the mattress. He sank all the way into her, and she let out a breath only to have it catch when he began moving. Steady. He fucked her ass and she burned. There and all over.

His mouth left her. Two digits pushed into her cunt.

“Look at you,” he said against her ass. “Slick and tight, ass strangling me while I dig out your cunt.
I’m gonna fuck you like that, in your ass, before the night is over.”

She clenched at that, moans growing louder and louder with each word he spoke. She wanted it all. Everything he wanted, she’d give. One night. She’d leave it all on the floor for him.

“You love it, don’t you, when I talk to like this? When I tell you what I’m gonna do to you?” He spread the fingers in her pussy, scissoring, as the one in her ass plunged in and out.

She rolled her hips. “Please,” she begged. “Coming.” The heat in her curled toes sped up and gathered in her lower belly. She panted and shook with it “Ren!” she cried. “Oh God!”

His fingers in her cunt pressed her spot and she blew apart. She couldn’t stop screaming. Her body rippled. Behind her Ren grunted a curse. His mouth replaced the fingers in her pussy and he latched on, sucking the climax right out of her.

She tore at the sheets, damn near blind from the force of her climax. The sounds that filled her ears were strange, ragged, coming from both her and him. He ate her, drinking
her up as she writhed, trying to move away from the onslaught of his mouth and fingers on her sensitive body.

“Ren. Please. Stop,” she pleaded. Tears leaked from her and into the mattress. “Stop.”

The slurping, hungry sounds he made against her flesh finally petered out. Finally. But the quaking and spasming in her body didn’t stop for a while. She buried her face in the pillow, whimpering. A shaky palm slid down her spine. Small tender kisses followed. He kissed his way up her body. The rough material of his jeans felt good against her ass when he pressed against her. She felt him, hard and hot, the front of his jeans damp.

“You’re fire, Kenna,” he rasped, lips to her temple. She smelled her musk clinging to him and shivered. “You’re burning me up, leaving your fucking marks all over me.” He fisted her hair and tugged, claiming her mouth when she turned to him. He punished her with each rough swipe of his amazing tongue. “I want more.”

So did she. She gave him her answer by kissing him back, matching each thrust of his tongue with one of hers. She moaned for him, made her limbs work enough for her to writhe for him. Giving in felt so good, so freeing. Taking what she wanted and needed, even if it was for a little while, was the ultimate gift. And Ren gave her that. Her eyes burned again. She’d forgotten all her troubles with his first touch.

Everything swept over
her. She shook uncontrollably. Shit. She tore her mouth away, but he caught her chin and held her still.

“Kenna? What’s wrong?” The worry in his
eye. Worry for her. It clogged her throat.

She shook her head, mouth opening and closing rapidly. Damn. Was there a worse possible time to break down?

Ren’s fingers tightened on her chin. “Tell me,” he demanded. “Talk to me.”

She didn’t want to. Talking would ruin the moment, the perfect moment she’d stolen for herself. Still, the weight of all that had happened in the past few hours pushed at her chest. She needed to relieve the pressure.

Ren moved off her, capturing her hand and pulling her upright with him. She stared at him, at the tenderness on his features, and cursed inwardly. She wished so badly to be able to melt into him, for him to hold her until forever

“Tell me, Kenna.” He waited for her, expectant, fingers holding on to her. An unspoken promise to never let her fall?

“My mom’s in a bad way.” The words brought a tear rolling down her cheek. Ren’s eye widened. The entire story poured from her. She told him about the seizures and the coma, about the choices she had left. The two fucked-up choices.

He knelt beside the bed, held her hand in his, and
listened. It was what she needed, what he gave, and how she knew she cared too much. For him.