And the feeling of being at his mercy? My veins superheated and steel snuck into my shaft. My cock set a record for how fast it got hard and my toes curled.
I tried to force myself to imagine KC doing the same thing—muscling me into a position he wanted—but all I got in my brain was static. KCwouldn’tdo anything like that. He was sweet and kind. I couldn’t imagine him doing anything mean during sex. Not like Ren, who would take whatever he wanted.
Take, take, take.
And the brand of Ren’s fingers around my wrists had lit me up like I’d stuck my tongue to a light socket.
Fuck, that hadn’t been about KC.
My hand abandoned the steering wheel and slid down to my crotch as my traitorous cock jerked in my jeans, straining against the fabric. Restrained. Needy. Like I’d been. I rubbedalong my swelling shaft with my thumb, then gasped as I remembered Ren’s hazel eyes glaring down at me.
That had been the first time I was underneath a man, and fuck, I’d loved it.
“Oh no,” I whined, but I couldn’t quite stop myself from imagining every detail of what had happened earlier. I’d been loyal to KC in my head for years, never straying, never losing sight of the man I wanted to be with. But today...on the filthy ground... I was so fucking hard. I squeezed my eyes shut, the memory of Ren’s warm wet tongue on my cheek crackling through me.
My cockhead pulsed and I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Damn it.” I pressed my palm against my dick, teasing myself with the harsh pressure, almost as rough as Ren’s ass had been against my trapped shaft. There was no stopping the way my hips rolled as I thrust against my hand until I was panting.
“Need to stop,” I muttered feverishly, but instead, I ran the heel of my palm over my cockhead, trapping it, then circling. Ren’s awful, superior, infuriating grin paraded through my mind. The satisfied expression when he’d tasted my salty tears. The way he’d tightened his fingers on me. I cracked my eyes open and spotted the faint shadow of a bruise on my wrist.
He’d marked me. Fuck, he’d left something behind on my body.
“Yes,” I cried out, then tensed, whimpering as my balls emptied a hot load of sticky cum into my boxers. My thighs quivered as my muscles loosened up after the earthquake was over. I shivered and glanced down. A few wet spots had seeped through the dark jeans, but they weren’t easy to notice. At least, they wouldn’t be unless someone was staring at my dick.
Perhaps Ren would notice if he were here.
My stomach churned as I came down from the heaven I’d been floating in for a few minutes—or perhaps I’d resurfacedfrom hell. That seemed more likely. What the fuck had I been thinking? I bit the tip of my tongue and moaned.
KC had been all I’d thought about while touching my dick for the last couple of years. Why someone elsenow? Why this weirdness with being restrained? And why with the asshole who was going to try to ruin my life and steal KC?
Gasping, I sat up and scrubbed my face with both hands. It didn’t matter that I was being ridiculous and KC had no idea he was being stolen, I still had to do something to stop it from happening.
“What am I doing?” I mumbled, then ran my hands through my curls. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
Tap, tap.
“Shit!” I slammed my elbow against the door. “Ouch!” My soul left my body before crashing back in and making me queasy when I glanced to my left and spotted KC out the window.
Was he a hallucination caused by my guilt? No, the confused frown on his face was nothing like the expressions I usually conjured up when I was coming down from the high of my one-handed mambo.
Fumbling, I put down the window. “What are you doing here?” I blurted, then slapped a hand to my cheek.Idiot. I am a complete moron.
KC chuckled, a warm sound that soothed my soul like nothing else. A couple of small lines crinkled near his eyes, nothing big, but they made him even sexier than usual. “Coach canceled practice because too many people are down with the flu. He told everyone who wasn’t sick to run six miles.” He tugged at a strap on his gray tank top with his thumb, and my brain short-circuited as I finally noticed all of him. The thin fabric was plastered to his sculpted pecs and abs with sweat. His nipples were hard pebbles sticking out, begging me to touch them. Bite them. Tug the shirt aside and suck them.
And hell, I could count the ridges on his abdomen.
“Uh . . . .”
He hunkered down next to the Subaru, which brought that sexycologne with just a hint of sweatsmell into the cab. I gripped the steering wheel like a lifeline. His eyes were blue, which I’d known, but I’d never been this close. There were tiny flecks of amber scattered in the irises. How was it possible for him to be even fucking hotter than I’d already realized?
“There are freckles on your shoulders.” I was going to sew my lips shut. How did that escape? Why?Come on, brain.
His eyebrows shot up and he snorted in amusement.
My face made an attempt at bursting into flames.
“It happens when I get some sun. At least I didn’t burn.” Absently, he ran a hand across a few of his freckles. I wished I could do the same thing.
