N9ne: The Tale of Kevin Clearwater (King, #9)(67)

Nine’s voice is low and strained. “The cops told me there was no chance that you survived the fall. That no one ever had before. And now…and now you’re here. Right in front of me. I couldn’t believe it at first either, when I saw that picture of you and your parents at your house. I still can’t fucking believe it. All these years later.”

I’m at a loss for words. I have so many questions, but I don’t ask any of them. I don’t even have control of my own faculties because I can't stop myself from stepping forward and running my fingertips across the tattoo on his chest, as if I’m checking to make sure that what I’m seeing is real.

Nine lets out a low hiss at the contact. His chest muscles flex under my touch.

The tattoo is real, the pendant in my hand real, and so is the man whose skin it’s marked into. Real and…him. Nine is the teenage boy from the bridge, but he’s no longer a boy. He’s very much a grown man in every way.

I look up into his hazel eyes as if I’m seeing him for the very first time. My voice is an almost inaudible whisper. “It’s…it’s you.”

He closes his hand over mine, which is still on his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart beneath my palm.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

He smooths his thumb over my cheek and lips. “I couldn’t. If I told you the truth, that meant I’d have to admit it to myself, but I couldn’t keep away from you. I tried, but I just can’t. Just like I can’t stop touching you. Kissing you.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Loving you.”

I open my eyes, blinking away the tears. I’m so overwhelmed that I have no clue what to say. What comes out is a strangled laugh and a single word. “Hi.”

He holds my face now with both hands, searching my eyes. His grin widens. I realize I’m trembling, but it’s nothing compared to the earthquake-like impact of his next words.

“Hello, Poe.”





Chapter Twenty-Three





LENNY





I want to be mad that he’s kept this secret from me, and part of me is mad. But the other part of me is so happy to have found him again and so filled with desire and lust for him that the anger gets filed under my TO BE DEALT WITH LATER category, and I concentrate on the beautiful man standing naked behind me in the bedroom of the RV.

Nine pushes between my shoulder blades, and I fall forward onto the bed. He lifts my hips so that I’m on my knees. My back arched, with my ass in the air, my chest pressed into the mattress. I feel the weight of the bed dip as he climbs behind me, spreading my legs with his knee. “So, fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice raspy. He grabs a handful of my ass and roughly squeezes. I moan and arch my back more, needing to feel more of him. All of him. He chuckles, “Patience, little bird. I know what you need.”

He runs his rough palms up my back, climbing over me until his heated hard chest is flush against my back. His lips at my ear. “And I’m going to give it to you.”

His teeth nip my earlobe, and I gasp at the pleasure. One hand circles my neck, holding my throat, the other snakes underneath my belly, lower and lower until two fingers are stroking each side of my clit, teasing me.

He lowers his hips along with his impossibly large, throbbing cock. I see stars as his thick shaft contacts my swollen and ready folds. He glides himself through my wetness. Over and over again, he teases me until the pressure is so great I’m sure I’m going to break long before he’s ever inside of me.

The hand on my throat glides down to my breast. He palms the weight of it in his hand, and his breath on the back of my neck quickens. I arch again as he circles my sensitive nipple. I’m seeing stars behind my eyes, and I’m lost in a place where only pleasure and Nine exist, and I want to stay here forever.

His hips thrust harder, faster, his cock teasing my entrance. He pulls back, and the tip dips inside where I need him most. He’s stretching me open once again, but this time, it’s a delicious kind of stretching that I welcome and want more of.

“I’m going to make you come so fucking hard. I’m going to ruin you,” Nine says.

“Yes,” I moan, not caring if his words are a promise or a threat or both. My body relaxes, and it doesn’t matter if he’s going to ruin me. I just want him inside of me.

As if hearing my thoughts, his hips press forward, and his thick cock surges inside of me. “Spread your legs. More,” he commands roughly. He kisses and licks my neck and spreads his legs, pushing mine further apart. I spread for him as wide as I can and he pushes in deeper and deeper until he’s fully seated inside of me, and I can feel his hips against my ass. “Fuck, you feel incredible. Let me in.”

He can’t be talking about letting him into my body. He’s already in so deep I’m pulsing and contracting around his length, grabbing at him with body and soul.

He stills. “Let me in,” he repeats, a whisper in my ear.

I realize that he’s not asking to let him into my body.

He’s asking me to let him into my heart.

Tears sting the back of my eyes. I nod. “You’re in. You’re everywhere. I’m yours,” I moan.

He pulls out from me suddenly and flips me over, surging back in without hesitation. His lips claim mine as he thrusts hard and deep, holding onto the back of my neck, keeping our lips pressed together, connected.