Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(103)

I nod. I need to spend more time thinking about that. I hate that he didn’t tell me, that he didn’t feel it was important enough to question. We’ve always been so close. Something like that… I can’t imagine not telling him. He’s like family in that regard. He’s been Spencer’s best friend for so long… How could he think we wouldn’t tell him?

Kingston’s heart drums beneath my ear and I focus on the sound. I need to calm down. I have to work through this. But not right now. Not tonight. I don’t want to think about it until I have a chance to actually talk to James myself.

I pull back and look up at Kingston to find him still staring down at me. He looks as upset as I feel, but I’m not sure why that is. Again, that’s something I don’t want to think about right now. I simply want him to comfort me. In a way only Kingston can.

I lift my hands up and cup his face, feeling the roughness of his beard against my palms. The man is so freaking beautiful. Others may not think so because of all the scars from his years playing hockey, but I do. The way he looks at me, even when he’s as confused as I am… It makes me feel things I never thought I’d feel. Certainly not with him.

I remain motionless as his head comes down toward mine. I know he’s going to kiss me and I’m prepared for it. Hell, I’m hoping for it.

“God, Ellie,” he whispers as his mouth claims mine.

Within seconds, the rest of the world fades away, and the only thing that’s left is this. Kingston’s mouth on mine, his strong arms wrapping around me, crushing me to him, his intoxicating scent flooding my senses. I can’t get enough.

Rather than waste unnecessary time heading for my bedroom, I urge Kingston back to the couch. When he sits, he pulls me with him and I straddle his lap, never pulling my mouth from his. I love the way his tongue claims mine, the way his hands clutch me as though he never wants to let go. I feel safe with this man.

I’m not sure that’s a good thing considering the situation, but I can’t bring myself to care right now. This has been building for far too long. We’ve given in too many times to turn back now.

While he cups my face and deepens the kiss, I slide my hands down between our bodies and work the button free on his slacks. I don’t want to wait anymore. I need to feel him inside me.

I need to feel all of him.

And I don’t want anything between us when that happens.





Kingston

Touching Ellie is the only thing I can focus on. That and the feel of her lips on mine, the soft moans escaping her as she works the buttons loose on my shirt as I take over freeing my dick from my pants.

Everything that has taken place in the last half hour has my mind racing with thoughts I’m sure I shouldn’t be thinking. I can’t deny that I’m scared. Terrified actually. No one knows how this will play out once Ellie does talk to this James guy. If he really is Bianca’s father like he says … where the f*ck will that leave us?

Fuck. I don’t even want to think about that, about how all of this might already be falling apart...

“Take the dress off,” I mumble against her mouth, needing to see her.

As I lift my hips to push down my slacks, Ellie sits up and quickly pulls the slinky material over her head, tossing it to the floor behind her. I’m momentarily mesmerized by the silky turquoise bra beneath and the matching thong. I don’t move for what feels like forever, drinking her in with my eyes. In fact, I’m so caught up in looking at her that it takes me a second to realize she has pulled her panties to the side and she’s grinding her slick * against my dick.

“Fuck.” She feels so good. So wet, so smooth, so hot.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she whispers as she brings her mouth back to mine.

I reach for my wallet to retrieve a condom, but Ellie stops my hand before I can get it.

Her eyes meet mine and they’re serious. “I want to feel all of you.”

I swallow hard as her words register. “Are you sure?”

Her smile is slow and sweet. “I’m on the pill.”

There’s a level of trust between us that takes care of the other concerns, so I don’t feel it necessary to announce that I’m clean or question whether she is. I know this woman and she knows me.

Goddamn. Ellie Kaufman is going to be the death of me.

Without taking a breath, I reach for my cock and guide it to her entrance, my eyes still locked with hers. And when she sinks down on me, the warmth of her * sheaths my cock, causing the air to rush from my lungs. I’m assaulted by the pleasure of her smooth walls gripping me, her soft hands gliding over my chest as she takes me inside her body.

“Fuck, baby.” I reach for her head, pulling her mouth to mine and crushing our lips together.

Ellie starts moving her hips, rocking back and forth on my dick, and I groan low in my chest.

Somehow I manage to release her when she sits up. Her eyes are bright and clear as she stares back at me. I reach for her hips, never looking away from her. I want to see every emotion on her face. I want to know what she’s feeling, and the best way to do that is to read her expressions.

“Oh, God, Kingston… So good.”

I lift her hips, then lower her down on me again. Up, down. Up, down. I’m blinded by the intensity. The heat of her cunt, the desperation in her moans. She needs more, as do I, but this is pure f*cking bliss and I never want it to end.