Killian: A West Bend Saints Romance Read online

  I listen and listen and when he finally finishes telling me everything, he gives me a sheepish look. “So, you know, that’s all of my shit. Pretty much. In case you hear the old ladies in town gossiping about what a no-good son-of-a-bitch I am.”

  I shrug. “I’m perfectly capable of deciding you’re a no good son-of-a-bitch on my own.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “Besides, even if you’re an ass, you’re a good cook.”

  “And I have a big dick.”

  I choke on the sip of water I was in the process of taking, and sputter as it goes down the wrong pipe.

  “Something funny about that, cupcake?”

  “I vaguely recall it being adequate.”

  “Vaguely?” he asks, standing and crossing the table until he's in front of me. “Well, maybe I should refresh your memory.”

  33

  Killian

  Lily tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear, giving me a look that's a mix of lust and self-consciousness. "Oh?" she asks.

  Pushing the side of her chair back, I turn her to face me, dropping to the ground on my knees. I pause for a moment, just because I want to freeze this image in my brain forever Lily, looking at me the way she does right now, her face bathed in the soft glow of the lights that dance across her skin. I just told this woman things no one else in this world knows, other than my brothers, and she didn't even flinch. She didn't get that look in her eyes, the one so many of the people in this town get when they look at me – a mixture of pity and disdain.

  In fact, I don't think telling her any of that changed a damn thing.

  That makes me like her even more.

  I slide my palm over her leg until I reach the inside of her thigh, and she looks down at me, pulling her lower lip between her teeth the way she always does when she's anticipating what I'm going to do next.

  I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing that lip between her teeth.

  When I spread her legs, sliding her skirt over her thighs, she's bare underneath and the light glistens off her wetness. "You're soaked."

  "You cooked for me and gave me scotch," she whispers.

  "That's all it takes?" I ask, pulling her to the edge of her seat. I touch my tongue to her, tasting her wetness, but softly, carefully teasing her. She lets out a soft whimper.

  "No," she whispers. "I've been wet since you picked me up at my house."

  That's it. My self-control goes to shit. I have to have her.

  Burying my face between her legs, I fucking devour her. I can't get enough of her, my tongue flicking over her clit, teasing her as I suck it into my mouth until her breathing begins to come in shallow bursts. She runs her hands over my head, pulling me tighter, and when I slide my tongue inside her, she moans so loudly that for a second, I think she might be coming already.

  So I stop, pulling away, because I don't want her to come so soon, and she looks at me with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her short breath. She pulls at my shirt, so I slip it off and toss it to the ground. "Better?"

  Lily nods. "I want you in my mouth." She pauses, and her cheeks flush a deep shade of red. "When I come."

  I can't help the growl that comes out of my mouth when I hear her speak like that to me. Standing, I unbuckle my belt and drop it to the ground. "Keep touching yourself, Lily," I order. "Rub your clit with your finger. Don’t stop."

  Her eyes are on mine, her mouth falling open as she touches herself for me. "Like this?" When she speaks, her voice is breathy.

  I unzip my jeans and peel off my boxers, kicking them to the side. My cock throbs as I watch her roll her finger over her clit, her little floral dress hitched up around her. "Just like that," I coach her. I run my hand down my shaft, the pre-cum already dripping in a long strand from the tip. I've been thinking about being inside this woman all night, but watching her touch herself in front of me is a special kind of torture.

  The best kind of torture on Earth.

  "Undo the top of your dress. I want to see your breasts." I continue to stroke myself as she unbuttons the top of the dress, revealing a lacy white bra that's entirely see-through. Holy fuck. Her tits spill out of the bra as she pulls the straps of the dress over her shoulders then unhooks the bra, looking at me seductively as she pinches it between her fingers and drops it to the ground.

  I step closer to her. "Touch your pussy," I order. "Coat your fingers in your wetness."

  When she does, I guide her fingers to my cock. She wipes her wetness onto my shaft, her hand wrapping around it to take over stroking me until I tell her to stop. "Slide two fingers inside your pussy," I tell her. "I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers while I'm in your mouth."

  "Killian," she groans. I watch intently as she slides her fingers inside her pussy until her palm is flat against her clit. She moans as I stand wide, one leg on either side of her chair until my cock is directly in front of her mouth.

  "Is that what you wanted?" I ask, my voice thick as she cradles my balls with her free hand, her movement gentle.

  "Yes," she whispers. Her mouth falls open and she guides my cock into her mouth. When she wraps her lips around me, I'm in heaven. Total heaven.

  "Fuck yourself with your fingers." I choke out the words, barely able to keep track of anything coherent in my head as she begins to work me with that more-than-adept mouth of hers. Her tongue flicks over the underside of my cock, lingering on the ridged part of the head as she sucks me into her mouth, deeper and deeper with each pass.

  My hands go to her hair, getting tangled up as I grasp handfuls and pull her toward me. When I ask her if it's too much, she shakes her head and moans, gripping my ass with her free hand and pulling me further inside.

  I lose track of time as I fuck her sweet, tight little mouth, thrusting inside her without reservation as she encourages me with her moans. My cock swells to the point where it feels like it's about to burst. "Are you close, Lily? Does having my cock in your mouth make you want to come?"

  A long guttural groan is her only response.

  "I'm so close, Lily. Your mouth is so warm and so wet and so tight, you have me close to exploding." Her eyes go wide and she whimpers. I can see her arm moving, faster as she no doubt fucks herself harder with her fingers. I can't wait until it's my cock inside her instead of those fingers.

  "Do you want me to come on you? All over those perfect tits of yours?" I can hardly keep myself from coming right down the back of her throat, but I want to see my cum on her skin, splashed across her tits like I've marked her as mine.

  She nods, her answer muffled by my cock, but when I pull out of her mouth, she cries out, "Yes!"

  Then it's yes, yes, yes as she comes, and I explode, unleashing my cum all over her open mouth and onto her tits, and calling out her name as I coat her.

  When she opens her eyes, she makes a show of licking her lips, and I swear I've never seen anything this hot in my life. Then she grins. "My memory is definitely refreshed now."

  34

  Lily

  Killian pulls me into the bathroom where he strips off my dress and cleans every inch of me in his expansive shower, my back against his and his body pressed against mine as his hands roam over me.

  "This is not what I expected for a cabin." The bathroom is huge, with log walls like the rest of the cabin but with a steam shower and huge bathtub and more space than one person could possibly need. "Did you really do all of this yourself?"

  Killian snorts. "Of course I did."

  "Of course I did," I say, mocking him. "You made this whole entire bathroom?"

  "It wasn't that hard." He shrugs nonchalantly as he turns off the shower, reaching for a fluffy white towel from the teak towel bar and wrapping me up in it.

  "You have a teak towel holder. I don't even have a teak towel holder."

  "What? Just 'cause I live in a cabin doesn't mean it has to be a total shithole."

  "If I open one of those cabinets, am I going to find rows of hair products?