Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(104)

I try my best not to think about what happens after this. What tomorrow might bring. What damage might be done to our relationship if Bianca’s dad comes back in the picture. None of that should matter right now. The only thing I should be focused on is the heaven of her body.

“Make love to me, Kingston.”

Something tightens in my chest. Perhaps it’s the culmination of all the powerful emotions I feel for this woman. Whatever it is, I’m lost to it. Lost to her.

I pull myself back to the moment and focus on the slow grind of our bodies. I want to tell Ellie that I could spend the rest of my life right here, but I keep that to myself. Although I sense she might feel the same, I don’t know that for a fact.

Again, I don’t know what tomorrow might bring.

Her inner muscles tighten around my dick, drawing a loud growl from me. “Oh, yeah.” I focus on her face. “Just like that, Ellie. Milk my dick, baby.”

Ellie’s eyes close briefly, but then they open again, still fixed on my face.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I whisper. “Ride my dick, baby. Take everything you need.”

She takes over, lifting and lowering, moaning as she does. While she seductively rolls her hips, I circle her clit with my thumb, applying just enough pressure to make her moan louder. Her pace is still slow. Too slow. I need more and I know she does, too.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her down to me once again as I buck my hips upward, driving deep inside her. I love her soft moans, the sharp inhales, the sweet taste of her tongue on mine.

“Oh, yes. Kingston … more…”

I give her more, holding her tight to me as I f*ck her from underneath. Within seconds, I’m driving us both higher and higher. I know I won’t last. Without the barrier of the condom, the sensation is intense. I’m quickly losing it and I know I can’t stop until she comes, but I’m getting dangerously close.

Pressing my lips close to her ear, I lower my voice and mumble all the dirty things I can think of, knowing how much she enjoys that. “Such a sweet, tight *, Ell. I love the way you feel. Love the way your * grips my dick. I love…” you. I can’t tell her that part, but I desperately want to.

Another loud moan escapes her, and her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she holds on.

“I want you to come on my dick, Ellie. Then I want to come deep inside you.”

“Oh, God! Kingston!”

I feel her * tighten. She’s so close and she’s taking me with her. I quicken my thrusts, driving in deep as I tighten my grip around her. I never want to let this woman go.

“Come for me, Ellie,” I whisper, my words rough with emotion I hope she doesn’t notice.

“Yes… yes…”

I focus on how f*cking good she feels against me, around me. I’m consumed by her in every imaginable way, and I know right then and there that this isn’t just sex. Maybe for her, but not for me.

Hell, it never was really about sex for me. Not with Ellie.

“I’m… Oh, God, Kingston… I’m coming.”

Ellie’s body locks around me, her muscles tense as she shudders, her orgasm detonating.

“Fuck, baby.”

I close my eyes and give myself over to my release, following right behind her.





Ellie

When you’ve spent the majority of your adult life without intimate contact with a man, you would think it would take some getting used to. I don’t seem to be having a problem with it, though. At least not with Kingston. I have never had an overnight guest in my bed until him. Yet the way his arms wrap possessively around me is something I’ve never felt before, something I’ve never even longed for before. I guess I never thought I would enjoy it so much, but I do.

I definitely do.

After we quickly cleaned up in the living room, I grabbed a bottle of water for us to share, and we moved into my bedroom, where I once again found myself taking advantage of this man. I guess you can’t really call it taking advantage since he was on board with making love again, but still. I can’t keep my hands off him. Not only because he’s a wonderful distraction, either. Having him here makes me feel safe, comfortable. As though I have someone there for me, I guess you could say.

“What are you thinking about?” His rough baritone sounds from behind me, his breath warm against my ear.

“You.” I figure I might as well be honest here. I long ago passed the point of no return with this man. I figure if we’re going to keep moving forward, he needs to know how I feel.

“Yeah?”

I nod, snuggling into him.

“I like that you are,” he whispers and I notice a slight catch in his words.

For the last few hours, I’ve managed to push the thought of James out of my mind. Thankfully that phone call didn’t completely ruin my night, but I know I have to deal with it sooner or later. I have to figure out what James wants, what Bianca wants. I even have to figure out what I want. I won’t know any of that until I actually sit down and have a conversation with James. And my daughter. Our daughter. I’m not sure how Kingston will feel when all of this plays out, but I’m grateful that he’s here with me now.

At some point in the last couple of months, I’ve managed to fall for this man. Deeper than I ever imagined possible. I know that I’m not supposed to, and I should probably keep those feelings to myself, but it’s true. I have to accept it, even though I don’t have a clue what to do about it.