Killian: A West Bend Saints Romance Read online

  "Yes." I can barely choke out the word: it sounds strangled.

  "Not today, cupcake."

  I whimper. "What?"

  "I'm going to make you come, don't worry. Then I'm going to come all over those panties of yours, the ones you insisted on wearing today," he whispers, his mouth close to my ear as he strokes my clit with his cock. Arousal surges through me making me heady, dizzy with need. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

  What I'd like is for you to fuck me already. When he slides his hands under my ass, picking me up and turning me to the side before leaning me back onto the desk, I think he's going to do exactly what I was just thinking. Except he spreads his legs around mine, half-straddling me so he can tease me with his cock. He brings the tip to my entrance, groaning as he watches my wetness coat him - but he doesn't enter me.

  "Touch yourself," he directs, pausing at my entrance. "Ask me what you're going to do after I come on your panties."

  I whimper as I rub my clit harder. The sensation of the head of his cock against my entrance is more than I can bear. If I moved just an inch – it would hardly take anything, merely a push of my hips – he'd be inside me. Instead, he nudges my entrance so that the tip of his cock is against me. I'm heady with desire, too drunk on my own need to focus on what he's saying.

  "Ask me," he repeats. "Ask me what you're going to do."

  "What?" I'm breathless, so close to coming that I can barely get the question out. I'm so close to the edge, my entire body tensed. "What am I going to do?"

  "I'm going to make you come like this, with my cock right here against you, and then I'm going to come between your legs, and all over your panties," he repeats. "And then I'm going to pull those panties up. You're going to wear them and know that that's from me. You’re going to wear me all day."

  "Fuck." I groan the word, trying desperately to mute the sound, gripping his strong biceps for support as my orgasm washes over me.

  "Look at me, Lily," he orders. He pulls his cock away, his hand moving up and down his cock as he looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes. I know he’s close to coming; I can see it on his face.

  "I want you to come on me," I whisper, the words surprising even me. I want him to come on me. I want to feel him on my skin.

  Then he comes. He comes between my legs, on my thighs and panties and onto my pussy. I don't know whether I feel more aroused or filthy. I don't have time to ponder that, because Killian brings his mouth down on mine, the scruff of his beard scratching my chin as he kisses me. His tongue finds mine gently, easily and I kiss him back for what seems like forever, but is probably more like minutes. When he runs his palms over my back, arousal stirs within me again. My body seems like it's in a perpetual state of arousal around this man, always on edge, always wanting.

  "You came on me," I murmur softly when he finally pulls his lips away from mine.

  His lips tug on the edges. "I know. And I'm not the least bit sorry about it. Are you?"

  "I feel. . . um, well, I've never done anything like that before."

  "Neither have I, cupcake." I watch as he tucks himself back into his jeans before reaching for me and pulling me toward him. His hands on each side of my panties, he pulls them up where they belong.

  I let out a whimper. "I can't believe you just put those back on me."

  "Sweetheart, I can't believe you thought I was going to let go of the chance to have you walk around all day with me between your legs."

  I choke back a laugh. "You're the filthiest man I've ever met."

  "Filthiest and sexiest," he corrects me. "Say you like it."

  "I. . ." Do I like it? "Maybe."

  He raises his eyebrows. "You sure about that?"

  My cheeks flush warm. "It feels. . . dirty."

  "And?"

  "I think I might like it."

  He makes a rumbling sound low in his throat. "You're not what I expected."

  "You're exactly what I expected."

  "I'm going to take that as a compliment." He pulls my skirt down where it belongs, and takes my chin in his hand, his rough thumb rubbing my lower lip softly. I'd never have guessed these rough, calloused hands could feel so gentle.

  "You're still not hired, though."

  Killian snorts. "Thanks for the clarification. Does this mean I can take you someplace other than the bakery?"

  I inhale sharply, panic rising in my chest. "What, like a date? Out in public?"

  No. No. No. I'm not ready to date. Holy shit, what would I even say to Chloe?

  Killian's brow furrows and a dark look crosses his face. "What, you don't want to be seen in public with me?"

  "I don't – I didn’t expect you to ask me out. I mean, rumors fly around this town so quickly and I have Chloe and you're not exactly I mean, why do you want to get involved with someone with a kid?” I stop myself before I say anything else because I think I already hurt his feelings. I'm floundering, drowning in my own words.

  "Yeah, don't worry about it." There's an edge to Killian's voice that's unmistakable. "I'll just come by the store and we'll screw in the office and maybe in the alley behind the store. That's what you want, yeah?"

  "Shit. No, that's not what I meant at all, Killian "

  It's too late. He opens the door, looking over his shoulder at me. "Later."

  Not later, cupcake. Just later.

  Then he walks out, leaving me standing there. I no longer feel filthy in a sexy way. I just feel dirty for making him think there was something wrong with him.

  But he's not exactly boyfriend material. Right? He's gruff and crude and he's a twenty-or thirty-something oh, God, I don't even know how old he is bachelor. Everything about him is wrong. He has to know that.

  I don't know the first thing about dating. Not grown-up dating anyway. Adam and I dated our senior year in high school, but that was more like groping in the backseat of his car and making out under the bleachers at the football field. We were stupid enough to marry each other down at City Hall the minute we were both eighteen years old.

  I have no idea how to date.

  Obviously, judging by Killian's reaction to my response, I already suck at it.

  21

  Killian

  I walk out of Lily's bakery and make the drive back to the cabin, practically fuming. I don't know why I'm so irritated. I wasn't even asking her out on a date. I really just wanted to take her to the cabin. I wanted to bring her to my bed. But then she said that shit about going out in public with me, and it got under my skin.

  Like she would be ashamed to be seen in public with someone like me.

  Her words set off every feeling that I was familiar with as a kid growing up here in West Bend shame and embarrassment that I was who I was, one of the Saint boys. After that, as an adult, let's just say that no one was taking me home to meet her parents.

  She's making it clear that she's slumming it with someone like me. I can put my mouth on hers, put my tongue in her pussy, but she doesn't want me anywhere else.

  I grumble as I start building the frame for a back deck on the house. The whole damn house will be surrounded by decks at this rate.

  I'm still on edge the next day. Even a morning of manual labor fails to take it out of me. Then Silas shows up out of the blue, the absolute last person in the world I want to see.

  "The cabin's looking good." He stands in the dirt driveway with his hands half tucked into the pockets of his jeans.

  "I'm building a deck."

  Silas nods. "Looks good," he repeats awkwardly.

  I exhale heavily. I'm ready for this bullshit with Elias and Silas to be over. "You want a beer?"

  Silas sits in Jack's rocking chair and I hand him a cool bottle, sipping my beer and leaning up against the deck railing. Beads of condensation collect on the glass immediately in the sun, running down the sides. I take a drag from the bottle and look at Silas. "You drove a long way up here."

  "Elias and I were talking after the dinner at his and River's place the other night, and I go