Code Name: Genesis (Jameson Force Security #1)(23)

Kynan covers me, putting an elbow to the mattress, and I raise my legs. Then he’s thick and hot, pressing inside of me. I glide my hands into the back of his opened jeans, grasp at the hard muscles of his ass, and try to pull him inside of me.

He slides in inch by glorious inch.

Stretching me. Filling me so deeply.

Kynan groans when he bottoms out, bending his neck so our foreheads touch ever so slightly. His breath flutters over my face before his lips finally find mine.

A sigh of happiness floats from my mouth to his, and he starts to move. Kynan kisses me deeply as his hips drive into me. I remember this feeling… of being with him—him inside of me—and it’s one of pure completeness. I’ve never felt it since in the relationships I’ve had, and I’m surprised I feel it now given the time and distance between us.

For so long, I hadn’t thought I was good enough for him. I thought he’d lied to me when he said he loved me. I’d felt a million times the fool over falling for him.

But that’s all gone now. Every bit of the anger and betrayal had disappeared. I don’t know if he feels it, but the connection I feel to him right now is far beyond just the way our bodies are joined.

I can feel my body quickening again, then tightening. When I groan into Kynan’s mouth, he pumps into me harder. Lifting his head slightly, he takes me in. I try to read something in his eyes, but they’re completely glazed with lust and primal need.

My second orgasm hits me by surprise. I call out his name when it does, bucking under him.

“Christ,” Kynan groans as he pounds into me. Suddenly, he goes still, his face moving to press into my neck and his arms banding tightly around me. His hips buck hard one more time, sending his cock into me deeper than ever, and I know he’s coming. It’s done silently, but I yearn to hear my name from his lips.

But I only get a groan of relief as his body shudders slightly while he unloads.

We’re both still for a few moments. I let my fingers drift over his lower back in a soft caress. Sighing against my neck, Kynan lifts his head.

He gazes at me, a contemplative look I think might spell the beginning of a deep conversation. God, do we have stuff to talk about.

But then he’s gone.

Slipping easily out of me. Rolling right off me.

Walking right out of my room as he zips up his pants, and he’s just… gone.





CHAPTER 11




Kynan


I pour another cup of coffee, glancing at the digital clock above the double oven unit. Joslyn’s manager, Lynn, and her publicist, Harry Hnatkovich, should be here soon.

Bebe is tapping away on her laptop, checking the security cameras I’d ordered to be installed around the property. Rachel had flown down here to work on securing Joslyn’s home while I’d gone to Pittsburgh to interview Cruce. I’d had her upgrade the alarm system, put in high-tech, ultra-resolution cameras with motion-sensor spotlights, and do a sweep of the entire house to ensure it had not been bugged somehow by the stalker. It thankfully came out clean.

Rachel holds out her cup as she watches over Bebe’s shoulder, a silent plea for a refill. I cap her off, glancing through the kitchen to the great room and the hall beyond that leads to the master suite. I expect Joslyn to come wandering out at any moment. She knows our meeting with Lynn and Harry is set to start at nine, and I expect her to show long before that. Joslyn’s always been an early riser.

But let’s face it… I’m sure she’s doing her best to avoid me after last night. I pulled the ultimate dick move—one of the worst a man can do to a woman—and that was leaving her bed without any post-fucking cuddles or explanation for the abrupt end to the evening.

It was hard disentangling myself from Joslyn, our relationship having become suddenly complicated beyond understanding. Within a matter of moments, everything I thought I’d known about her changed. When she showed me the folder her mom had deceitfully put together, I was faced with the realization my life had been manipulated and something had been taken away from me. My anger was mainly for Madeline Meyers, the mastermind who’d succeeded in tearing Joslyn and me apart.

That initial anger subsided enough to drive me to do something stupid. After stewing in anger, regret, and twelve years of not having the best fucking sex of my life, I’d reasoned I could have it again. It was there for the taking, and I was sure Joslyn would feel the same. She’d been cheated as severely as I had.

At face value, it was a good plan. Joslyn had opened her arms and spread her legs willingly for me. It was like a homecoming when I sank inside her, and I had the best bloody orgasm of my entire life.

Hands down… the absolute fucking best.

So goddamn good that when the last tremor faded away, I immediately got angry I’d been denied her for twelve years. Madeline wasn’t here for me to take my anger out on, but Joslyn was. As she’d gazed up with soft eyes, her pussy still clenching hard around my spent cock, it had pissed me off because part of it was on her, too. Joslyn should have questioned that shit. She should have given me the benefit of the doubt, and she should have pushed back at her mother to see the truth. At the very bloody least, she should have fucking showed me the folder twelve years ago so I would have had a chance to defend myself.

Yeah… it pissed me off so bad I’d had to get away from Joslyn. So I left her without a word, returned to my room, and grabbed my gun. I stayed up most of the night. Sitting out on the couch, I’d hoped that fuckwad of a stalker had the balls to try to come after her, which would give me a chance to blow him away.