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“Ahhh! Oh my god!” Kenz gasps, slapping her free hand over her mouth. “Is that…it’s Owen,” she whispers behind her hand. I turn around, pulling her to my chest and blocking her view of Owen’s body as the water continues to lap at his feet. I notice that several people look our way, including Aria, who is standing behind several others with a smirk of satisfaction on her face, and I all too quickly realize how bad this might get.
I slowly begin to move her back. I’m not stupid enough to run because that’s like a declaration of guilt right there, and while I’d like to claim the credit for knocking off that piece of shit, I didn’t.
It doesn’t take long for the cops to show, and of course, Deputy Peters is first on the scene. The crowd slowly disperses as the area is cordoned off. I watch as the security guards hand over the clipboards they were using earlier to check off all attendees as they chat to the police.
“Guess that explains why Owen wasn’t here earlier.” Her words are accompanied by a small chuckle, and it’s clear it was an attempt to lighten the morbidity of the situation, but her voice wobbles slightly, and it’s obvious that this is hard for her despite what he did to her, why he was with her. “Ash…”
“I know. Let’s not worry about it for now,” I tell her, in response to her unspoken question and lead her from the beach back home.
Kenzie’s mind just went straight to where mine did the second I saw Owen’s dead body washed up on the shore; One or both of us are going to be prime suspects in his death.
It’s a waiting game for the knock coming on my door. In the meantime, as Kenz sleeps, I make sure to set some things in motion, one of which will ensure Kenzie’s safety no matter what happens.
ChapterTwenty-Nine
My eyes feel like they’ve got the sand from a thousand deserts in them. Every time I open them it’s as though a dozen knives slash across my irises. Closing them doesn’t hurt any less. It’s just painful in a different way. An image of Owen’s lifeless body invades my mind. His blue-gray complexion, the small hole in the center of his forehead—I lurch from the bed on wobbly feet as my stomach roils. I make it to the bathroom just in time.
I clean up and slowly make my way out to the kitchen where I find a hot cup of coffee waiting for me.
“Hey,” Ash greets, stepping away from his position leaning against the counter. I think he’s going to pull a stool out for me, but instead he lifts me, placing me down on the counter beside my coffee and pushing his way between my bare legs. He runs his hands up the outside of my thighs but stops at the top just under the hem of his t-shirt I wore to bed.
“Hey,” I say back, picking up my cup and taking a hesitant sip so as not to burn my mouth. “Did you even come to bed at all?” His eyes meet mine, red and rimmed with dark circles beneath them. I imagine I look about the same because although it may have seemed I was sleeping I wasn’t. I know that Ash spent a good portion of the night on his phone, either messaging or talking. What I don’t know is who with.
“I got a couple of hours in the chair. About the same as you,” he says, tilting his head knowingly.
“Ash—” And just like last night, he cuts me off.
“Don’t say it, Kenz. Whatever happens you’ll be safe, okay.”
I jerk back, putting my coffee down and resting my hands on his shoulders. “What the hell are you talking about?” He doesn’t answer, not verbally, but I know what he’s saying. “He’s coming for you, isn’t he? Peters is going to pin this on you?” I drop my hands from his shoulders and grasp his face instead. “I won’t let him—them—get away with this, Ash.”
“It doesn’t matter. As long as you’re safe I don’t give a shit what they do to me.” His hands slide up my thighs further, gripping my ass and pulling me to the edge of the counter. I tilt his head up, dropping my own so our lips meet. I don’t like what he’s telling me—not one fucking bit—but I know there’s no use in arguing with him. This is Ash. This is who he is. And it’s why I love him.
“How long do we have?” I ask against his mouth, feeling his hot breath as he sighs.
“An hour, two tops.”
“Better make it count then,” I whisper, before taking his mouth again. My hands slide to the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him impossibly closer to me. A groan slips free as he grinds his hips against my core. He lifts me just enough to shove my top up and over my ass before he grips the sides and yanks it up and off, tossing it aside and revealing my naked body.
“Fuck! You’re so gorgeous. And you’re mine. All fucking mine, Kenz.” He drops his head, taking a hardened and wanton nipple into his mouth. His teeth bite down as his tongue laves at it sending bolts of pleasure straight to my already throbbing core.
“Oh god, Ash,” I groan, fingers finding my slit while his mouth still works its magic on my nipple. He teasingly dips in and out of my already wet pussy before circling my clit a couple of times. Hands still in his hair and holding him to my breast, I use my feet to push his sweats down past his hips, desperate to have him inside me. His hot and hard length springs free, hitting my wet heat as he removes his fingers and lines himself up.
He thrusts his hips forward, slamming into me. The force has me yanking on his hair so viciously, my nipple comes free from his mouth with a loud pop, and I cry out as pain mixes with the pleasure as he begins to pump in and out.
Ash tugs on my hips, pulling me forward so my ass is hanging over the edge of the counter, and I drop one hand behind me for balance. The angle deeper now, he hits that spot inside just right as he rams into me like it’s the last time. I shove that thought away and allow him to take it all. To see all of me as I come undone beneath him.
My orgasm builds quickly, crashing over me as I let out a keening cry, clenching down on him, milking him for everything he’s got. His hot mouth finds my nipple again as another wave of my release rolls through me, and I feel him thicken inside me, finding his own release with a growl.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” he breathes out, head resting on my chest, panting harshly.
A wave of jumbled emotions goes through me as I come down from my high. Releasing Ash’s hair, I feel wetness on my face as a tear rolls down my cheek. That one tear breaks the dam as more and more fall, collecting in the dip at the base of my neck. My breaths stutter, seesawing in and out as my emotions get the better of me.
Ash’s head snaps up at the sound, eyes wide with fear. “Hey, hey, what’s the matter? Did I hurt you?” He pulls me up into a sitting position, then swipes at the tears that just won’t stop.
I shake my head vigorously, wanting him to know he didn’t hurt me. Not in the way he thinks anyway.
“Talk to me, Kenz,” he says, slowly pulling out of me and righting his clothes. His hands find the sides of my face, making me look at him.
