Killian: A West Bend Saints Romance Read online

  "No one's ever done anything like this for me," she said.

  Shit. I knew it was too much. She was going to think I was some kind of obsessive stalker fan or some shit.

  Then she turned around, her hand over her mouth. "I don't know what to say, Elias."

  24

  River

  I couldn't believe he'd done all of this for me. The lights strung up in the trees, the wine... he'd even set up an IPod and speakers... I heard Van Morrison's Into the Mystic playing softly in the background. "No one's ever gone to this kind of trouble for me before," I said.

  "Is that a good thing?"

  "That no one's gone to that kind of trouble for me?"

  He cocked his head to the side. "You know what I mean."

  "Shit, Elias," I said. "All of this...it's beyond good."

  He nodded and handed me a glass of wine. "Okay, then."

  Okay then. I was beginning to realize that Elias was the kind of guy who had a lot more going on under the surface than I thought. Still waters, I thought.

  "So," I said, sipping from my wine glass. "Why'd you really bring me here?"

  Elias shrugged. "I wanted to see you naked."

  "You already saw me naked, if you recall," I said, my voice light. I definitely remembered it. I couldn't stop thinking about his hands on me. "What's so special about this place?"

  Elias looked away. "I used to come here a lot," he said. "When I was a kid. It was kind of my place, when I had to get away. My escape. My house is a couple miles from here."

  There was a lot left unspoken in what he said, a lot of blanks that I filled in based on what June had said about the Saints. I assumed Elias had a lot of running away that he had to do back then. I didn't know what to say, except that it seemed important that he had shared this place with me. So I just said, "It's pretty."

  Elias didn't say anything, just stepped forward and kissed me, hard on the lips. His tongue found mine, and I melted into him, my body pressed against his as he kissed me hungrily. When he pulled away from me, the way he looked at me, lust in his eyes, made me shiver.

  "Take off your clothes," he said.

  "What?"

  "I want to see you," he said.

  "I thought you brought me out here to eat," I teased. I'd been with him last night, yet I suddenly felt nervous.

  "I did," he said, winking.

  I laughed. "Dirty."

  He shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "But I'm about to be."

  His words sent a surge of arousal running through me at the anticipation of being with him. "You first," I said.

  "What?"

  "Take your clothes off," I said. "You first."

  He smirked. "Thought you'd never ask." I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, then tossed it to the side in the grass. When he'd finished undressing, he stood there, stark naked, hands on his hips, grinning.

  Proudly displaying his hard-on.

  "Now you," he said. "Take it off. I want to see you buck fucking naked."

  I laughed at his crudeness. It seemed out of place here after he'd done something so sweet. Grasping the edge of my shirt, I raised it over my head. I tossed my shirt in the ground, and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. All the while, I stood there, looking at Elias. It's not like I hadn't stripped down like this before.

  But there was just something about the way that Elias looked at me that made me nervous and self-conscious and brazen and daring all at once. He made me want to throw caution to the wind. Hell, he was making me throw caution to the wind.

  I wasn't sure whether that terrified or thrilled me.

  But I just stood there, my chest bare, looking into his cool blue eyes, as the breeze lightly stroked my skin, the way a lover would. I didn't look away as I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them, leaving every stitch of my clothing on the ground.

  "Jesus," he said. His voice was hoarse, and he looked at me with an expression that was clouded with desire.

  "What?"

  "You're so fucking hot," he said.

  "Classy." I was sarcastic, but the truth was, his brusque words turned me on. I liked the way he was rough around the edges.

  "Turn around," he said. "I want to see all of you."

  A breeze rustled the trees, and my nipples hardened in the coolness of the air. I felt like I was under some kind of spotlight. Even after I turned around, I could feel his eyes on me.

  I didn't hear him move, but I felt his touch, his palm on my shoulder. I shivered involuntarily, a reflexive response. "And?" I asked. "Do you like what you see?"

  He didn't say anything. But I felt his hands on my waist, and then one hand on my thigh, pushing my legs apart.

  And then he was kneeling at my feet behind me, his head between my legs, his mouth on me. His tongue moved down me, and I nearly lost my balance as he ran his tongue down the length of my slit. "Shit," I said, the word little more than a whisper.

  He brought his face away from my pussy, and I could feel his hot breath on me, teasing me, taunting me with every word. "I definitely like what I see from this angle," he said, probing me with his fingers. "And I definitely like how you taste."

  My muscles clenched down around him, like they had a mind of their own. My body definitely seemed like it had a mind of its own when it came to Elias. Or maybe this was what it meant to have a rebound.

  Either way I didn't care. Not when Elias was doing what it was doing. He had me so desperate, needy for him, that I would do whatever he wanted. I wasn't used to feeling like this, my body aching, yearning to be filled.

  He brought me to the edge, my breath coming in gasps as he probed me relentlessly with his fingers. Then he stopped, and stood. The throbbing between my legs was all I could think about. I wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.

  Facing him, I let my fingers roam over his chest, then down his abdomen, and over his ass. His mouth came down on me, hard, and he kissed me hungrily, his tongue finding mine, probing me. I gripped him, and ran my hand over the length of his cock.

  When he let go of my mouth, he looked at me expectantly. "Well?" he asked. "What about you? Like what you feel?"

  "Fishing for compliments again?" I teased. He sure didn't need me to tell him he was hung like a horse. Hell, with what was between his legs, he should be walking around like he owned the fucking world.

  Elias reached between my legs and pulled his fingers back, slick with my wetness. "Nah," he said. "You obviously like what you feel."

  I dropped to my knees, the grass cool underneath me, my eyes following down the length of him as I helped him out of his jeans. I felt his gaze on me as I ran my hand up over the side of the prosthetic. I kept my eye contact with him, somehow aware it mattered that he understand I wasn't repulsed by any of it, by any of him. I ran my palms over the outside of his thighs, feeling his powerful muscles flex under my touch, and then opened my mouth to take him in.

  "Shit." Elias ran his hands through my hair, grasping at the roots as I covered him with my mouth. "Your mouth is so fucking hot."

  He was the one who was fucking hot, I thought, looking up at him as I held him in my mouth. I liked this, taking him in my mouth, completely in control of his pleasure.

  When he grasped my hair, pulling me off of his cock to stand up and face him, his expression was clouded with lust. “Any more of that, and I’d be coming,” he said. “And I don’t want that. Not yet.” He kissed me hard on the mouth, and then along my collarbone and the side of my neck. Then he spun me around to kiss the nape of my neck. I felt him inhale, and the hardness of his cock pressed up against my ass. I arched against him as he wrapped his arms around me, his hands kneading my breasts.

  “Please,” I whispered. I was practically begging. I was wanton, needy for him.

  Elias pushed me forward a few steps, toward this tree, and I giggled at the idea of being out here, naked, where anyone could find us. I’d never dared to do anything like this, not as River Andrews.

  It felt ridiculous,