Love, Lies, and Deception(63)
I sighed, letting my eyes roll back into my head as I rode wave after wave of his delightful thrusts. Kristian grasped me tighter and I could tell he was getting close. He grew harder and more rigid inside me as he pushed deeper, driving me to the brink of ecstasy.
“Kristian …” I breathed, raking my nails down his back.
My muscles clenched and tightened around his cock, making the sweet taste of orgasm vibrate throughout my body. Kristian rocked me hard up against the pool wall, and screamed out his own release after a couple more hard thrusts.
“Fuck,” he growled through clenched teeth, spilling his orgasm inside me.
Breathing hard, his grip around my waist loosened and he laid his forehead on my shoulder, still hard inside me. “Is it bad that I want to f*ck you again?” Kristian asked. He lifted his head and smiled at me; his stormy gray eyes gazing at me with longing.
“No, that’s not bad at all,” I remarked teasingly. “But I think we should get out of the pool.”
“Why? I thought it was fun.”
I pointed to the sky and his gaze followed. Out in the distance, thunder rumbled and a flash of lightning streaked across the horizon. “Okay, so yeah, I think we should get out of the pool,” he advised.
Slowly, he pulled out from between my legs and swam off to the other side of the pool to retrieve my bathing suit and his. He slipped his on and grabbed our towels from the patio chair. Completely naked, I rushed out of the water, which was starting to get really chilly, and let Kristian wrap one of the fluffy towels around my body.
“Come on, let’s get inside and take a shower before the storm hits,” he suggested.
Nodding, I followed him inside and the coldness of the air conditioning had my teeth chattering. “Geez, it’s cold in here,” I stuttered.
Kristian wrapped me in his arms and kissed me on the forehead. “Why don’t you get the shower started and I’ll join you in just a second.”
When I gazed up at him, he smiled and tucked a strand of my wet hair behind my ear. I didn’t regret what we did, but if it ruined our friendship I would never forgive myself. “Are we okay?” I asked softly. “I don’t want things to get weird between us.”
Shaking his head, Kristian took my face into his hands and gazed lovingly down at me. “It’s not going to get weird if you don’t let it, Marissa. Just stop thinking too much about it and enjoy what we have.” He kissed me on the lips and said, “Now go start the shower and I’ll get us more towels from the laundry room.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
As I walked down the hall, I noticed there were two other bedrooms on that floor. I had no clue what was on the upstairs level or the basement level. Once my shower was done, I needed to remedy that and go exploring. Shivering, I rushed into Kristian’s bathroom and turned the knob in the shower to get the hot water running.
My toiletry bag was sitting on the counter, so I took out my razor and soap and placed them on the edge of the tub. I figured Kristian would’ve been back already, but he wasn’t so I got in the shower anyway since the room was all steamy.
I hissed as the hot water beat down on my frozen skin, but once I stepped all the way in I started to get used to it. By the time I washed my hair and shaved my legs, Kristian still hadn’t shown up.
“Kristian,” I called out loudly. I didn’t hear a reply, so I quickly rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and the soap off my body. I stepped out, turning down the water.
There was a towel hanging on the rack so I grabbed it and wrapped it around my body. When I stepped into Kristian’s room, he wasn’t there. That’s strange. He said he’d be right there with me. Before going to search for him, I checked my phone and groaned when I saw how many more messages I had. I really needed to listen to them.
“Kristian,” I called out again.
There was still no answer, but I heard a shuffling noise coming from the kitchen. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and the fear that something was wrong crept along my spine. I was always told to believe my instincts, and my instincts were telling me to run.
As quietly as I could I fumbled in my bag that was lying on the floor and pulled out a T-shirt, underwear, and jeans. Hoping I didn’t regret what I was about to do, I called the one person I never wanted to speak to again.
He picked up on the first ring. “Marissa! What the f*ck? Where are you? Are you okay? Please let me explain.”
The heartbreak and worry in his voice gave me pause, and guilt crashed over me in waves. Did I make a mistake sleeping with Kristian? Shaking my head from those thoughts, I got back on track.
“There’s no time for that,” I hissed quietly. “I think something’s wrong.”
“Where are you? Emily said you wouldn’t tell her. I know you don’t want to talk to me right now, but you have to hear me out. The detective knows who’s after you, but you’re not going to believe me when I tell you who it is. I’ve been trying to call you and tell you.”
My stomach tightened in knots and I felt like I was going to throw up. The regret in Alec’s voice was answer enough, and I knew that whoever it was, it going to be someone I knew.
Releasing a shaky breath, I asked, “Who is it Alec?”
It felt like an eternity waiting on Alec to tell me who it was, but he never got the chance. Arms encircled me around the waist from behind and a sharp pain throbbed in my neck as something was stuck into my skin. The fuzzy feeling behind my eyelids had me falling over on the bed and losing my balance.