Maybe Never (Maybe #2) (19 page)

I slowly walk through until I find an open blackjack table and take a seat. Two men about my age sit on the other end across from me. I quickly fall into the rhythm of the game almost automatically. Even when the men across from me try to draw me into polite conversation, I’m still able to count the cards and keep track of the running total.
 

I win more times than I lose, but it’s not the winning or losing that makes the game enjoyable for me. It’s the weird enjoyment I get from being around people while not actually having to talk with them. It’s the sounds of the slots mixed with the quiet intensity of those playing the table games. It’s the flashing lights that energize me. It’s the subtle smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Even though this side of the casino is a nonsmoking section, it still lingers in the air. It’s my father.
 

I bite my lip in frustration, knowing that at least half of the reason I love casinos so much is because of him, but now, that reason is gone. But there are still enough reasons left that make me enjoy this, and as difficult of a journey as it’s going to be, running the company, I’m not sure I can give it up—at least, not yet.
 

I sit here for a while longer, playing more and winning more. I sip the wine that Killian ordered for me the first time we officially met. I feel my eyes begin to grow heavy after a while, and I pull my phone out of my purse to see what time it is, but it’s dead. I frown and look around the casino, but I know it’s no use. Casinos don’t keep clocks or have windows. It helps to keep people playing the games if they don’t know what time it is.
 

I could ask the other players, but there is no one left at the table, except for me, and the dealer isn’t wearing a watch.
 

I ask anyway, hoping she has a phone hidden away in her pocket, “What time is it?”
 

“It’s one fifteen,” Killian says from behind me.
 

Kinsley sucks in a breath at my unexpected voice. I smile, glad that I still affect her like this because she still affects me. She stands and turns to face me, and that’s when I get a good look of her with her new hair that made it hard for me to recognize her if I hadn’t run into Scarlett and she hadn’t told me where she was.
 

I suck in a breath at the sight of her dripping short locks.
 

“What are you doing here?”
 

I reach out, not being able to stand not touching her any longer.
 

“I thought I would try something shorter. I’ve had long hair all my life,” she rambles in a nervous voice, which just makes me smile brighter at her.
 

“Beautiful,” I say because she is. She’s even more beautiful than she was before. “Strong and beautiful.”
 

She smiles, and a flush forms on her cheeks.
 

“God, I want you so bad,” I say, my eyes traveling over her dress, her curves, and then back to her bright blue eyes. “But there is so much to say, and you still hate me.”
 

Kinsley bites her lip. “I used to hate you. Now, I realize who I should be hating.”
 

I stick my hands in my pockets to keep me from doing something stupid. “And now?”
 

“Now, I sorta love you.”
 

I grin and do something stupid. Despite trying as hard as I can to keep my hands firmly in my pockets, they fly out and grab Kinsley. One hand tangles in her newly cut hair that is still wet from being out in the rain too long. The other wraps around her waist where I can see her skin in the middle through the see-through portion of her dress, but I can’t touch her skin. And my lips touch her soft lips while my tongue tangles with hers in a desperate kiss. A kiss that I was afraid I would never get again.
 

I thought she would still hate me. I thought she wouldn’t believe me, but somehow, she does. Now, I just have to protect her from the truth I just discovered. A truth that is a million times more hideous than what either of us knew to be true.
 

But, before I figure out how to protect her, I have to have her. I can’t stand that I left her when she wasn’t safe. I can’t stand that I left her feeling like I didn’t love her. I can’t stand that I hurt her. And I can’t stand that, within a minute of seeing her, my cock isn’t already buried inside her because I need to feel close to her. I need to forget what I just learned. I need to forget that, if I choose to be with her past tonight, I’ll be jeopardizing a career that I’ve worked my ass off for.
 

“Excuse me, ma’am. Would you like another glass of the chateau you were drinking?” the cocktail waitress asks Kinsley.
 

Kinsley reluctantly pulls her lips away from me. “No, thanks.”
 

“Sir?”
 

I smile, seeing that Kinsley ordered the first drink I ever got her. “No, I’m good.”
 

Kinsley grabs her glass of wine from behind her and finishes the last sip before handing the empty glass to the waitress. “Thank you,” she says, her eyes trained on my lips.
 

Before the waitress even leaves, Kinsley’s soft, plump lips are on mine, torturing me. I can kiss her, but I can’t get what I want right now, no matter how hard I get for her. I press my cock against her stomach to show her how much I need her, and her eyes open. They are filled with need, showing me the same thing, that she needs me. Now.
 

I pull away, so my lips are just resting on hers. “Fuck, that look is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
 

She grins. “You haven’t seen sexy yet.”
 

She grabs my hand, and then we are walking instead of kissing. I let her lead me a few feet when I tug hard on her hand until she is spinning back toward me. I grab ahold of her neck and kiss her again. She gives into the kiss as I sweep my tongue into her mouth.
 

She moans just a little, and then she pushes me away, laughing. “You have to stop that if you want more than just a kiss.”
 

“What?” My eyes widen at her words.
 

She leans forward until her mouth is at my neck. “If you want to fuck me, you have to stop kissing me, so I can take you somewhere that is not swarming with people.” And then she sucks my neck before pulling away.
 

I’ve taught her well.
 

She grabs my hand again, and then she’s leading me off the casino floor.
 

I frown when she doesn’t lead me to the lobby to get a room. “Where are we going? Shouldn’t we head to the lobby to get a room?”
 

She bites her lip as she flashes me a wicked grin. “I can’t wait that long. Can you?”
 

She cocks her head to the side, and I realize I was wrong. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
 

She pulls on my hand again, and we are walking faster down a long hallway and then another. I have no idea how she knows where she is going, but she does. She slows when she gets to the end of a hallway, and then she pushes me into a restroom.
 

I grin. “You naughty girl.”
 

Her tongue hungrily slips inside my mouth as her arms go around my neck. It’s the most desperate kiss I’ve ever felt from her, and I match her hunger, kiss for kiss.
 

“God, I want you,” I say.
 

“Then, take me.”
 

I lift her legs, and she jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I slip my hands under her dress, and I grab ahold of her ass that is completely bare.
 

“Fuck, you’re so naughty, princess. Naughty enough not to even wear underwear,” I say as I carry her to the last stall. I push her inside just in case anyone walks into the restroom.
 

I push her against the wall and kiss down her neck. I listen to her moans as I kiss each perfect spot on her skin.
 

“I’ve missed you so much, Killian.”
 

I kiss her neck again.
 

“I know it’s only been a couple of days since I last saw you, but it seemed like years. Each day, I wasn’t sure if I would ever get you back.”

I move back to her lips, kissing and sucking. I pull her bottom lip into my mouth and gently bite down before slowly letting it go. “I could never stay away from you.”
 

“Good,” she says just before she grabs my cock over my pants.
 

“Fuck,” I moan.
 

“I missed your cock.”
 

I raise my eyebrow. “Just my cock?”
 

She smiles. “I missed you, too.”
 

She rubs my cock again, and I lose it. I can’t wait a second longer. I can’t breathe if I’m not buried inside her.
 

Kinsley must agree because she pulls at my pants to unbutton my jeans. I let her undo my pants as I slide one of my hands to her pussy that is already dripping with her need for me.
 

“You’re so wet for me.”
 

“Yes.” She reaches into my pants and pulls my cock out before guiding it to her entrance. “Fuck me.”
 

I pull a condom out of my pocket and slip it on before I push inside her and am rewarded with her moan.

She arches her head back as I push inside her as I hold her ass tighter to keep her from falling. I grab her hair, pulling her to face me so that I can kiss her as I fuck her. She claws at my neck as the thrusts get harder and faster. She gives up complete control to me as I fuck her. She has to since her feet are off the floor, and the only thing she can really do is hold on to me.
 

I thrust faster and let go of her hair to reach one hand down between her legs to her clit.
 

“Killian…” Her voice gets louder this time as I touch her. Loud enough that I’m afraid we are going to get caught.
 

I consider slowing down so that she can control herself, but that’s not what I want. If she’s giving up control to me, I want to prove that her trust is warranted. I want to hear her scream my name, so everyone in this hotel knows that she is mine.
 

I thrust inside her faster as I rub her clit in tight circles.
 

“Killian…I’m…going…to…” She pants harder until she explodes in a scream that is too loud to be appropriate. And then I come right after, my moan equaling hers.
 

I lower her to the ground just as I hear the door to the restroom open. Kinsley’s face turns a bright shade of pink.
 

We wait as the woman who entered runs the faucet.
 

Kinsley looks at me and starts giggling. I put my hand over her mouth so that she doesn’t give us away, but that just makes her giggle even more.
 

Finally, after what seems like hours, the woman finally leaves. I unroll some toilet paper and clean between Kinsley’s legs.
 

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says, curiously looking at me, as I wipe my cum from between her legs.
 

“Yes, I did. Although it would have been sexy as hell for you to walk out of here with my cum running down your legs.”
 

I move to tuck my cock back into my pants.
 

“Let me.”
 

I move my hands away and watch as she drops her head to my cock. She licks and sucks me clean.
 

“Careful, or we will never get out of here,” I say as I begin to get hard again at her touch.
 

She smiles and then finishes cleaning me off with her tongue before tucking me back into my pants. She walks out of the stall, and I follow her. I grab ahold of her hand, and we walk out of the restroom.

“How did you know about this restroom?”
 

“I took a wild guess. All of our hotels have a restroom near the back that only an occasional employee uses. I took my chances.”
 

“You’re naughtier than I thought.”
 

She smiles a smile that I don’t think has left her lips since I returned.
 

We walk back toward the casino floor, both unsure of where to go or what we do next. The sex was about connecting, but we have so much to talk about, and I’m still not sure if we are going to wind up agreeing. I’m not sure if she’s going to walk away from me again. It’s a thought I can’t bear to face, but I have to talk to her, so I’m going to have to face that possibility.
 

When we make it back to the casino floor, we just stop and look at each other, trying to decide what we do now.
 

“Can I sleep at your place tonight? I gave away my hotel room,” Kinsley says.
 

My grin returns to my face. I love the words that came out of her mouth even though I don’t understand why she gave away her hotel room or why she isn’t staying at her home.
 

“Yes.”
 

***

We don’t talk on the drive to my apartment. We don’t talk as we walk from the car to my apartment. And we don’t talk as I hold her in my arms on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” we both say at the same time.
 

I narrow my eyes at her as she scoots over on the couch, so we can look at each other, face-to-face. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”
 

“Yes, I do. You told me the truth, and I didn’t believe you. I blamed you for what happened when you were just doing your job. I gave up on us.”
 

I grab her hand to try to comfort her. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You trusted your family over a man who had lied to you before. That’s one of the reasons I love you. You are so connected to your family.”
 

“Not anymore.”
 

I sigh. “It kills me to see you hurting. It kills me to know that I destroyed your relationship with your family.”