Текст книги "The Line Between"

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CHAPTER TW ENTY-SEVEN

Kennedy

AFTER MY DISASTROUS, and slightly embarrassing trip down the stairs two days ago, I noticed a shift in the dynamic between Dane and me. It was subtle, and maybe he intended for it to be that way, but I saw it. He’d become slightly more attentive in the little things that he did, like wrapping my ankle, and making sure I was comfortable before he set out to make us dinner.

It was odd.

But I liked it.

A lot.

It felt normal for us, and he was everything I’d imagined he would be if we were together. As a couple. As Dane-and-Kennedy.

We hadn’t had sex in a few days, and after having had it for almost three consecutive weeks, my sexual frustration was higher than normal. I found myself clenching my thighs more often than not, even when he was doing something as mundane as making a cheese sandwich. Yes, that is how bad it was, and no, I refused to be ashamed. I was only human after all, and Dane had awoken my baser sexual needs the first time he fucked me. Thank the Pope my period was over tomorrow, I wasn’t sure how much longer I would have been able to restrain myself. Our time was limited, and I wanted him one last time before it all ended.

That aside, there was still a sense of dolefulness between the two of us that Dane had been trying very hard to cover by keeping us busy. He was determined to stay with me, and only really went next door when he needed a fresh change of clothes. He even showered here, and it was a test of my will power because I wanted to see him all gloriously wet, and naked, and in my shower no less.

We were sitting on mine and Jade’s slightly worn sofa, him with his long, lithe legs stretched out on front of him, and me with my injured foot propped up on the coffee table in front of us. I was acutely aware of how close Dane’s body was to mine. Even in light grey sweats, and a plain white t-shirt, he looked hot, and beddable. He was watching something or other on one of his sports channels, while I was trying to concentrate on the book I was reading on my Kindle. Trying being the operative word. It was difficult when I could feel the heat coming from his still damp and freshly showered body, and smell the scent of his body wash. It was messing with my body, and the fact that I was fidgety hadn’t escaped him.

“Is your foot okay?” He asked, turning his gaze to me. “You’re restless.”

I bit my thumbnail, and kept my eyes trained on my Kindle. “I’m fine,” I replied. I managed to drag my attention away from Dane’s physical closeness, and became engrossed in what I was reading. I was a bookworm by nature, but after discovering some new indie authors online, my appetite for books had grown. It turned out I had quite the weakness for books that closely resembled the much-loved ‘Fifty Shade of Grey’ series by E.L James.

I was reading a scene that had me a little flustered, and I couldn’t help but squirm. Of course Dane noticed.

“What you reading over there, Kitten?” He leaned over, and I held my Kindle to my chest in case he caught of glimpse of the naughty literature.

“Nothing,” I said, aware that I sounded slightly breathless. Damn you Kyler Knight.

Dane quirked a brow, his blue eyes bright with mischief. “Then why are your cheeks flushed?”

“They are not,” I replied indignantly, if not with a little embarrassment.

His eyes darted between my face, and my Kindle, and before I could move away, he snatched my kindle out of my hands, and took a look at the screen.

“Give that back!” I leaned over, pressing my front to his side, and tried to pry it from his hands. He only stretched further away from me, and when he started reading the words out loud, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

“‘I have no words left when Cassey moves quickly and kneels between my legs. She pulls my cock into her mouth and sucks hard, hollowing out her cheeks.’ ”

Oh crisis. Hearing him read that line with his smooth voice, and deep timbre made me squirm more than the words themselves did. I could imagine him reading to me, and then me acting the words out.

“Dane, give that back, right now,” I demanded.

He let out a husky chuckle, and tortured me with one more line.

“‘I caress Cassey’s tits from behind as I push into her. She cranes her neck and plants a searing, hungry kiss on my mouth before pulling away to catch her breath. “Oh God, Kyler,” she moans loudly. “Harder, baby, please.” ’

I mentally ran through the scene from which he read, and recalled the night Dane had me in that exact position. In his lap, his strong arm around my waist, thrusting into me from behind. My body shivers in remembrance, but luckily Dane is too busy looking at my Kindle to notice.

“I didn’t think you would read this kind of stuff,” he said, giving me a sideways smirk.

“I happen to like all kinds of genres.” I sounded petulant, but having him judge me for my choice in books was a little annoying. I made a grab for my Kindle again, but only ended up falling on top of Dane. He caught me around the waist, and when our eyes collided, I felt the shift in the atmosphere. It wasn’t playful anymore.

“Tell me,” his hot, minty breath fanned across my face. “Does it turn you on when you read stuff like this?”

I hesitated, and then decided the best defense was offense, so I kept quiet, and pinched my lips together. My body was already starting to respond to his, I felt my nipples tightening under my t-shirt and cursed myself for not wearing a bra after I’d showered.

Dane’s eyes darkened, and his expression morphed from teasing to serious. “I’m thinking it does.” His voice was low, and he swallowed when my deep inhalation made my hardened nipples brushed against his bicep. Our position was awkward, but all Dane had to do was move his arm around me, and twist to the side and I’d be straddling him. He licked his lips, and I mirrored the movement by licking mine. My mouth was suddenly dry, my breathing suddenly uneven.

“It does turn me on,” I relented. “But not as much as hearing you read it to me, and not as much as thinking about you doing those things to me.”

The charge between us intensified, I heard it crackling the way you would an oncoming storm. I stared at him unabashedly, as he did me, and I realized we had nothing to worry about in this moment. We could get totally carried away, and not worry about who might catch us. He must’ve realized the same thing because ever so slowly, he put my kindle on the floor, and shifted exactly the way I’d hoped he would.

I straddled his waist, and lowered until I felt the length of his erection through his sweats. He was so hard that I could make out exactly where his apa was.

“How much longer before I can be inside you again?” He asked. I undulated my hips, and he grunted loudly. The only things between us were his sweats, and the thin cotton of my sleep shorts, and the barely-there barrier made the friction so much sweeter.

“Tomorrow,” I sighed with every rock of my hips.

Dane’s hands traveled around my hips, under my shirt, until his cool hands cupped my breasts. They were still a little tender, but what surprised me was that Dane seemed to know that.

“I love your tits,” he said huskily. “They fit so perfectly into my hands.”

I covered his hands with mine, and together we rubbed and squeezed and gently kneaded my breasts. It was so erotic, and heady, and it sent a delicious surge of want straight to my core.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” said Dane. His eyes were on my face, so wide, and so expressive, and I wanted to dive into them without ever coming out.

“You do crazy things to me,” I replied. I wanted to be honest with him while I had the chance. We weren’t going to have sex, but having him touch me this way seemed so much more intimate. His look alone made me feel more naked than the day I was born, and the lust, and raw need in his eyes made me feel incredibly beautiful like this. I needed him to know, if he ever had a doubt, that he made me feel things I knew no one else ever would, but I wanted him to see it without me having to physically say the words.

“Dane,” I whispered. “Kiss me. Please.”

His mouth descended on mine, but there was no urgency to his kiss. He took his time, his tongue exploring my mouth in that unhurried way that he knew drove me wild. I shifted closer, and continued to rub against his erection. I swallowed his groans, and he kissed through my whimpers. It was the perfect balance between give and take, and it felt so incredibly right with him that I wondered how I would ever be able to do this with anyone else.

The sweet pressure between my legs blocked out all of my thoughts and I continued to circle my hips as our joined hands palmed my breasts. The perfect combination of the two, and our perfect synchronization with which we moved made reaching my orgasm easy, and quick. I bucked, and gripped Dane’s hands as I quivered shamelessly on his lap. I came down from my high, and found Dane giving me his lazy smile. “I’ll never get over that,” he murmured.

I was still trying to catch my breath when I asked, “What?”

“How unbelievably stunning you look when you come.”

I wiggled my hips, and Dane hissed. I looked down, and saw that he was still hard. An idea formed in my head, and knowing how long I’d been thinking about doing this got me excited all over again.

I slid off Dane’s lap, mindful of my busted ankle, and fell to me knees between his legs. With slightly trembling hands, I reached up, and tugged at the edge of his sweats. His hands stopped mine, and I looked up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Kitten, you don’t have to.”

I smiled shyly, knowing that I was about to do something I’d never done before.

“It’s okay. I want to. I’ve been fantasizing about it for a while.”

Finally, Dane lifted and helped me move his sweats lower until his rigid cock sprang free, his piercing glinting in the light. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers not even touching because of his size, and I started rubbing him.

Leaning forward, I covered the head with my mouth, and swirled my tongue over his slit.

“Fuck,” he sighed.

I wanted to smile but instead I took more if his shaft into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. I wasn’t a pro, but my instincts seemed to guide me, and I paid attention to what made Dane feel good. I made a swallowing motion, and Dane gripped my hair.

“Do that again, Kitten.”

I obliged, and Dane growled. Our eyes met, and I decided I wanted him to come at my mercy. I wanted to undo him, unravel him the way he did me. I pulled back, sucking on the head of his cock, and took him in again. With hollowed cheeks, I increased my pace, my hands digging into Dane’s tensed thighs.

“Oh Jesus,” he moaned. “Right there….”

I squeezed the base of his cock, and opened my throat just as his hot cum leaked into my mouth.

Dane roared, and his hips pulsed until he’d emptied himself into my mouth.

My head moved up, and his cock left my mouth with a pop.

I wiped the sides of my mouth, and smiled smugly with satisfaction.

“Still want to make fun of what I read?” I asked lightly.

Dane shook his head. “Not when you do that.”

I laughed, and helped him pull his sweats back on before settling next to him on the sofa. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his side, and I reveled in the rightness of it. There was no awkwardness between us, no stilted conversation.

Only a sense of being completely at home.

Until I realized it wasn’t forever, and that no matter how badly I wished for it, or how desperately my heart longed for it, Dane Winters could never be my home.

CHAPTER TWE NTY-EIGHT

Kennedy

THERE WERE A number of things that I found incredibly sexy when it came to a man. Like the way he walked with a determined gait, or how he opened doors for a girl, whether he knew her or not. But none of those simple things compared to what I saw when I walked into my kitchen on Thanksgiving morning.

Dane had his bare back to me, wearing nothing but his white boxer briefs. He had his earphones in, and he was doing a little shimmy with his hips while he prepared some breakfast in front of the stove. His body was carved, each line of every muscle clearly defined. I followed those very lines down his back, to the dimples in his back, and the taught, shapely muscles of his butt. He shimmied again, and started humming along to whatever was playing through on his iPod, while I leaned against the kitchen counter and enjoyed the show.

Seeing him so carefree, and at ease in his own skin, was enough to elicit a slight stir between my legs, and I wanted nothing more than to satisfy my innate hunger for him.

I pushed off the counter, and walked forward until I could wrap my arms around him, and feel his warm, smooth flesh through the shirt I’d thrown on. After we’d gone to bed last night, Dane continued to lavish my breasts, and we ended up making out like horny teenagers for the second time in a day. But this morning I had other plans, and they were explicit, adult plans.

He turned his head, pulled out his earphones, and grinned down at me.

“What ya doing?” I asked, peering around him to see what he had been cooking. The sweet smell of French toast whirled around us, and my stomach grumbled in response.

“I was hoping I could surprise you with breakfast in bed,” replied Dane. He looked bashful as he turned to face me and put his hands on my hips. I knew exactly what he was thinking, because I was thinking it too. It was our last morning together, the last time he was going to be able to surprise me with anything, let alone breakfast in bed. I didn’t want to waste it by eating. At least not eating food.

“You didn’t have to. I could’ve helped you.”

“You would have distracted me,” he chuckled, removing the frying pan from the stove and switching it off. “Especially in my shirt.”

“I can take it off if you’d like,” I said bravely. I had never been so forward when it came to intimacy, and taking what I wanted, but Dane had shown me that it’s okay to not only ask for what you wanted, but also to give yourself freely.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, watching as his eyes followed the movement of my fingers.

“Kitten.” His mouth wrapped around the nickname I’d become so fond of, and caressed every letter.

“Are you going to feed me?” I asked innocently, stepping back until I hit the counter. I hoisted myself up, and leaned back on my arms. Dane eyed my pink lace panties, and then prowled towards me like a man possessed. He parted my thighs, and came to stand between my legs.

“Do you know how sexy you are?” He asked hoarsely. His eyes bored into mine, the icy blue darkening.

“No,” I sat up, brushing my hands through his lush brown hair, and wrapped my arms around his neck, “but I know how sexy you make me feel.”

It was true. Dane made me feel both desirable and desired, and it didn’t matter whether were naked in bed, or wearing t-shirts and sweats while watching television on the sofa. He kissed the side of my mouth, and pressed his forehead against mine. “You deserve it. That, and so much more.”

His words touched me so deeply, and I was afraid things were turning too serious too quickly. This was about getting our fill of each other, and savoring every second until time drifted away from us.

“Mr. Winters,” I sighed, breaking the somberness that had cloaked us. “I do believe you are overdressed for this occasion.”

He lifted his head, and flashed me his signature dirty grin.

“By all means then, Ms. Monroe, undress me so I can have my wicked way with you, and then feed you.”

I hitched my knees up, and used my toes to slide Dane’s boxer briefs down his legs. He removed my panties with his hands, and placed open-mouthed kisses on the arches of my feet before tugging my hips to the edge of the counter.

“Are you…” he hesitated, looking slightly red-faced. “Can we…?”

I knew what he was asking, but I wanted to draw out his sudden awkwardness. Seeing a grown man squirm was quite funny, especially when that was man was always so cocky, and self-assured.

“We’re good,” I replied, unable to hide my giggle. He was so fucking cute when he got himself all flustered. It was a beautiful, but rare, sight.

“Are you making fun of me?” He asked. His brows lifted but his eyes filled with a playfulness he only seemed to share with me. It was one of many things I was going to take away from my time with him, and keep it locked away safe in my memory box. I wanted to remember these little moments, and flick back to them later on.

“I couldn’t help it. I’ve never seen you blush before, and it was kind of cute.”

“Describing me as ‘cute’ doesn’t make me feel very manly,” he stated. “In fact, standing in your kitchen buck ass naked should make you think of anything but the word ‘cute’.”

“Oh really? What should I be thinking about when you’re standing buck ass naked in my kitchen?” My hands found his firm, round butt, and squeezed. God I would never get tired of touching him like this.

“I don’t know.” He tapped his chin, and pretended to think about it. “Words like ‘hung’ and ‘huge’ come to mind.”

“Hmmm…” I scrunched my nose. “I was thinking more along the lines of ‘average’ and ‘miniature’.”

I was pushing him, taunting him, and judging from the look in his eyes our banter got him as excited as it did me.

“You’re going to regret that,” he murmured. His low voice warmed my skin, and my nipples pebbled. I pulled him closer, and whispered against his lips, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He caught the message loud, and clear, and responded by crashing his mouth to mine with violent urgency. It wasn’t sweet or gentle, or soft, or slow, and I was glad for that. Our time for that would come, but right now it was about marking him, and being marked by him.

He used his fingers to get my body ready, not that it took much, and when I guided the tip of his hard cock to my entrance, he wasted no time sinking into me.

I moaned into his neck, my nails clawing at his skin.

“I like you this way,” he said with a harsh exhale. “So needy, and wet, and tight around my cock.”

I mewled, his lecherous words making me clench around him.

“Dirty talk turns my girl on.” He nipped at my shoulder. “Your pussy responds to every word, and it’s sexy as fuck when I feel you grip me tighter.”

I squeezed his length again, struggling not to move my hips until he moved inside me. I’d learned to trust him with my body, and submit to him without fear. He’d never denied me anything sexually, he just liked to draw it out, and take his time getting there. It was always worth it though, the eventual drop into the abyss so much more intense after he’d worked me the way he wanted to.

“As much as I want to take my time and worship your gorgeous body, I don’t think I’ll last that long.”

I brought his face close to mine, and hooked my arm around his neck while placing the other behind me on the counter for support.

“Hard and fast,” I breathed out. “I want you hard, and fast Dane, until we’re both a sweaty mess, and I feel you dripping down my thighs.”

Dane’s mouth dropped open, and his pupils dilated until the blue of his iris was nothing more than a thin line circling a black pool of lust. I liked, no loved his filthy mouth, but in the past few weeks I’d learned that a few crude words or remarks brought out the untamable sexual prowess with which Dane fucked.

He braced himself by parting his legs slightly, and gripping my thighs until his fingerprints were embedded on my skin. I welcomed it. I wanted him there. Always.

He slid out. “I’ll give you…Hard.” He thrust back in as deep as he could, jolting my body back with a cry. He slid out again, and the feral look on his face told me to be prepared.

Something on my face gave Dane reason to pause, and he reverently cupped my cheek. “You know I’d never hurt you, right? Tell me you know that, Kitten.”

I had no idea where that came from, or what caused him to act that way. I just knew that he needed to be told how much I trusted him, and how much I craved the way he owned me.

“I know.” I kissed his damp chest. “I trust you. Completely.”

I saw the change, the moment his unease vanished. His thrusts became harder, more urgent, and his apa piercing was rubbing my G-spot with expert precision. Watching him drive himself into me, and pull out covered in my arousal was so sexually intoxicating and provocative, that every nerve was short-circuiting, misfiring in every direction that had my body ready to combust. I tried to hold on, but the smell of sex, and sweat and the slickness between us, and the sound of his skin slapping with mine surged my orgasm forward until it rocked me from my very core. Dane watched me carefully, and after a few more lung tightening thrusts he let go, and exploded inside me. He rested his head between my breasts, and the feel of his quick, hot breaths against my damp skin had me clenching again.

“Don’t,” he grumbled. “I admit defeat, and if you squeeze me again, my dick will surely stop working.”

I lifted his head by gently pulling his hair, and gave him a sated smile. I was thoroughly satisfied, even more so after not having this for a few days.

“I can’t help it. You’re a still a little hard, and what you do with that piercing is a very addictive.”

“Hmmm…” He licked between my breasts. “You’re addictive. Your pussy is addictive.”

“Please stop with the dirty talk, at least until after we’ve recovered and had breakfast.”

His mouth, flushed and swollen from our kisses, tipped up and his eyes creased at the sides. “I thought that was breakfast? I definitely think it’s the breakfast of champions.”

Right on cue, my stomach made a weird sound, and I looked up. “Feed me, fiend, so I can get some of my strength back.”

Dane straightened, but kept himself buried between my legs.

“You’ll need your strength,” he said, brushing my hair from my face, and fingering the purple tips. “I have something planned for us today, and I wouldn’t want you to pass out before we leave.”

“Where are you taking me?” I asked curiously.

He smiled, and gone was the Sex God version of Dane. In his place was the little boy who looked excited about something.

“It’s a surprise.”

He lifted me off the counter, and laughed when my legs wobbled. I slapped his chest, and he then kissed my hand before allowing me to clean myself up. We ate breakfast, traded stories about anything but our families, and I felt myself falling for him a little more.

It was my new favorite Thanksgiving, and all because of the boy who’d hated me, and the man who’d made me want more from him than he could ever give.