Kellan (11 page)

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Authors: Sienna Valentine

He was right. I
hadn’t. Not all the way, anyway. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Fuck, I
should have waited until I was sober.

“One more fight,
Vic,” I said, looking up at the stars. “One more fight, and then I’m done. And
I’m getting what I earned, one way or another. What I’m
owed.
And if
that just so happens to involve beating you until you stop moving, that’s just
a bonus for me.”

“Killer—”

“Yeah.
Killer.
That’s me. A fucking killer. So if I were you, Vic, I’d shut the fuck up and
just say ‘yes, sir’ and get ready to write me a big, fat check next time we
meet, ‘cause if you don’t, I swear on my father’s grave I will show you exactly
why so many people call me that.”

Vic didn’t answer
me. He just stammered a little, starting sentences and then stopping them
before they ever came anything close to English. I hung up the phone. Good
enough.

But it wasn’t good
enough. Not really. Because I’d made a big goddamn mistake. One I wasn’t sure I
could rectify. One that, like all the others, might haunt me for the rest of my
life if I didn’t do something about it right now.

I had to try. I
would never have been able to forgive myself if I didn’t.

I pulled Parker’s
number up on my screen and sent her a text. I just hoped she wouldn’t ask too
many questions before I got there. I knew I had a lot of explaining to do, but
I wanted to do it face to face. I wanted to give her the same courtesy she’d
tried to give me.

Tried, and failed.
Dear God. Why was I such an asshole?

I sat back on the
bench, staring at my phone and waiting for a reply. I wouldn’t have blamed her
if I never got one. But I was hoping against all hope that I would, because
goddamn, I really needed to see Parker Jones again.

~
SIXTEEN ~

Parker

 

 

I’d been on edge ever since Kellan
texted me asking for my address. I’d almost forgotten he’d never been to my
place before. I’d only been to his, and other than that, we hadn’t seen much of
each other outside of his fights. And that never seemed to go well, for me at
least.

He didn’t say why
he wanted to know, and I didn’t ask. Something told me that Kellan had heard
about Thom, and maybe that had something to do with it. Whatever the case, I’d
let him say it to my face. Even if what he had to say was “goodbye.”

That
can’t be it, can it? I mean, he’s already said goodbye before. This has to be
something new. Something different.

At least, I hoped
it would be.

I nearly jumped
out of my skin when I heard him knock on my door. It was raining outside, and I
didn’t want him to have to wait in the torrential downpour, so I answered while
still tying my robe closed over my chemise. I was already ready for bed after a
long night at the hospital making sure Thom was going to be okay.

Despite my haste, Kellan
was soaked to the bone anyway, probably as a result of having to run from the
curb to the stoop. His dark brown hair was in his eyes, and the only thing I
could see in those was pain.

“It could’ve been
you, Parker,” he said, still standing on the other side of the threshold.
“Instead of Thom, it could’ve been you.”

“I know,” I said
softly, opening the door wider to let Kellan in. He stepped inside and I closed
the door behind him, blocking out the sound of the rain pounding the asphalt.

Kellan peeled off
his jacket, then his shirt, and hung them up on the rack near the door. I
stared at the slopes of his muscles, the hard planes of his ripped body. Once I
started looking, it was hard to tear my gaze away. I swallowed thickly as he
turned to face me, revealing that gorgeous tattoo, those biceps that had once
held me so close I was sure we’d become one person instead of two.

“I fucked up,” he
said. “I’m sorry. I should’ve listened. I was pigheaded and stupid and wrong.”

“I forgive you,” I
said instantly. And I meant it. I’d had time to think it over, and the truth
was I wasn’t really mad at Kellan for how he’d reacted. I was mad at myself for
not being straight up with him from the start, for letting Melanie Cartwright’s
advice infect what my heart was telling me. It said I needed Kellan Jarvis in
my life, and now, after everything I’d been through, that was good enough for
me.

“Seriously?”
Kellan said. “But I was so mean to you…”

“Well, you weren’t
exactly wrong,” I replied. “I lied to you. Or at least, I didn’t tell you the
truth. You had every right to be upset.”

“But I didn’t have
the right to say those things I said about you,” Kellan interrupted, cupping my
face in his hands. “I was awful, Parker. You didn’t deserve that. And I’ll
never treat you like that ever again. I swear it. Now that I know the truth, I
also know what I have. You’re the only damn person outside of my family who’s
ever stuck their neck out for me like this. Who’s ever cared enough about me to
tell me things I needed to hear, even if I didn’t want to. You give more of a
shit about me than I do about myself, most days. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” I
whispered, leaning into his touch. God, how I’d missed it. “We’re going to get
through this. Together. Help me take that son of a bitch down.”

Kellan regarded me
with a lopsided grin. “Hell, Parker. That just might be the sexiest thing
you’ve ever said to me.”

He leaned down and
kissed me, my face still cradled between his rough palms. I liked the way they
felt on my skin, how they ever so slightly abraded my soft flesh. I breathed in
Kellan’s scent, savoring its return, memorizing everything about him that I’d
taken for granted. The softness of his hair. The hardness of his muscles. The
press of his body against mine. How warm he was, despite the rain. God, he was
like raw fire in my hands, and I was a moth, entranced by his dancing flames. I
wanted him to consume me, to burn me up from the inside out, and that was
exactly what his kiss was doing.

“Don’t stop,” I
begged him as he loosened the belt of my robe. “Please, Kellan. I don’t want to
have to hesitate with you ever again.”

“You won’t,” he
assured me, picking me up under my ass and lifting me against his frame.

I wrapped my legs
around Kellan’s narrow waist, moaning as he gripped my thighs. Between kisses,
I helped direct him to the bedroom, and by the time we got there, my robe had
fallen off and all that stood between us was the silk and sheer lace of my
chemise. Kellan dropped me on my back on the bed and pushed the fabric up until
it bunched at my hips and he could see I wasn’t wearing panties underneath.
When my bare pussy came into view, he sucked in a sharp breath through his
teeth.

“I’ve missed
this,” he murmured, stroking my outer lips.

“It’s missed you,”
I replied, shuddering as he spread me with two of his fingers.

Kellan delved
between my legs, lifting them up over his shoulders as he pressed his face up
against my pussy. He inhaled me first, reveling in my bouquet before prying me
open again and stroking me with his tongue. Thunder rolled in the distance and
I rolled my hips in reply, pushing closer to Kellan’s mouth. He responded by
flicking his tongue quick and light against my clit, making me moan and quiver
with delight.

“I have to make it
up to you,” he murmured, grazing his teeth over my mound. “I figure this is a
good enough start.” And then he slipped his fingers inside me, circling my most
sensitive spot with his fingertips while caressing my clit with his mouth.

I seized his hair,
throwing my head back in sheer bliss as Kellan ate me out. Electric pulses
threatened to shatter me right then and there, to send me spiraling into
orgasmic oblivion, but I had to hold on. I wanted to relish these sensations,
succulent as they were, and commit them to memory. If Kellan ever left me
again, I wanted to keep him with me in my heart, and I wanted every cold,
lonely night to be filled with images of his tongue dancing around my folds.

I knew he wouldn’t
leave me, though. Not after this. I felt it way down deep in my bones. Kellan
and I were inseparable now, despite the odds. When you know, you know.

And with Kellan, I
knew.

I squealed with
joy as he picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers deep inside my cunt. It
wasn’t as good as his cock though, and that was what I wanted—I wanted his dick
inside me again, filling me up and stretching me like nothing else could. I
wanted the pleasure and the pain I’d been denied for days now. I wanted him to
take me like the animal I knew lurked deep inside him. And I could see by the
glint in his eyes that Kellan wanted that, too, but that maybe he was afraid
he’d hurt me.

“Mount me,” I told
him, licking my lips as I looked down at him. “Fuck me, Kellan. On all fours. I
want to feel you claim me.”

Kellan chuckled,
swirling his tongue on my tiny bud. “You don’t know what you’re asking…”

“But I do,” I
insisted. “Christ, Kellan, don’t you think I know what I want? I want you.
Hard. Rough. Fast. I want you to take me over completely, to make me forget
that I’m anything other than
yours.
Please, Kellan. Fuck me. You won’t
hurt me, I swear.” I sat up on my elbows and looked into his eyes. “I trust
you.”

Without another
word, Kellan crawled up my body, pulling my chemise over my head along the way.
When I was laid completely bare before him, he began to undo his jeans, looking
down at me intensely.

“I want you to see
what you do to me, first,” he said.

Slowly, Kellan
unleashed his cock. It was swollen and stiff, just the way I liked it, the rosy
tip gleaming in the filtered moonlight. I leaned forward to wrap my lips around
it, to steal a taste of the dick I’d missed so much, but Kellan shook his head
and grabbed me by my hair, stopping me.

“No, baby. I need
that pussy tonight.
Just
your pussy. Now, get on your hands and knees.”

I did as I was
told, turning over onto my stomach before rising up onto all fours. Kellan
removed his jeans all the way and I felt him slide up behind me, his dick
sawing between my cheeks. I moaned and bit my lip, looking over my shoulder in
anticipation of what was to come. When Kellan slapped my ass I yelped in
surprise, then moaned again as he pushed his cock into me in one, hard stroke.

“Kellan!” I
whimpered, spreading my legs wider to accommodate him. Oh, he was so
thick.
I’d never get over how completely full he made me. “Oh, yes!”

“That’s my girl,”
he whispered, grabbing hold of my hips and pulling me back hard on his cock. I
cried out as I reached the base, his full length impaling me. I was so stuffed
full of his dick that I could practically taste him on my tongue. This was
heaven. It had to be. I’d never felt such divine bliss.

Kellan began to
thrust hard, his hips slapping against my ass in a rhythm that made my toes
curl. He held me by my waist, fingers digging in so hard I knew there would be
bruises in the shape of forget-me-nots the next day. Once again, he was bare,
and the velvety texture of his skin inside my tight channel made me all the
more excited to take him in, to get him as deep as possible. I never wanted him
to leave my bed. He was like a drug—utterly intoxicating.

“Harder,” I wailed
as he drove into me so hard my headboard crashed into the wall. “Fuck me
harder, Kellan. Make me scream.”

And a moment
later, he did just that.

His fingers played
my clit expertly, working that bud at the same time the tip of his cock pounded
my inner sweet spot. I bit my lip until I tasted blood and ground my ass
against him, panting, sweating, making sounds I didn’t even know I was capable
of. When Kellan grabbed my knees and pulled my legs up, my hands still on the
bed, I was in awe of how easily he manhandled me. And how deep he could get,
too.

I buried my face
in my pillows and screamed. And then the pressure gave way inside of me and I
screamed again, slapping the mattress as I came all over Kellan’s swelling,
pulsating cock. I was immediately lost to the sensation, a madwoman carried
ever deeper into insanity by the unbearable rapture of being fucked by a man
who knew my body better than I did. I didn’t know how it was possible, but
Kellan played me like a musical instrument, like his hands had been tailor-made
to strum my body, to bring me to such great heights.

“Oh, fuck!” he
gritted as I squirted a little down his shaft. I’d never done that before, but
fuck, it felt good—like I’d reached a whole other level of ecstasy. “Oh, fuck,
Parker. Here it comes…!”

He held me high as
he pulled out of me, and I looked down between my legs to see his dick spurt a
massive load all over my stomach. The sounds Kellan made were music to my ears,
and the way he gripped my body made my knees weak. As had become our ritual, as
soon as his cock was spent, he slid it back inside me, turning me over onto my
back so he could look down into my eyes and play with my hair.

I smiled up at
him. “Are we good now?” I asked him.

Kellan grinned.
Then he nodded and kissed me on my lips. “Yeah, sweetheart. I think we’re good.
Except for one little thing I should mention, if we’re being straight up with
each other now.”

I cocked my head and
frowned. “What’s that?”

Gently, he leaned
down and pressed his forehead against mine. Nuzzling my nose, Kellan whispered,
“I think I’m falling for you.”

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