CAROLINE
Kellan’s handsare on my waist, his pinkie so close to my center that I feel fluttering in my pelvis. His face is at my neck, nuzzling me, and he kisses my earlobe, his breath cool as he whispers, “Let’s get out of here. I won’t let them touch you.”
I moan, hazy with sleep, and stir awake to his bulging erection between my legs and his hands wrapping around me, pulling me into him. “Kellan…” I groan, my head tipping back.
He bites my bottom lip and whispers, “Is that a yes? You have to say yes.”
“Yes, Kellan,” I sigh as his cock presses into me, and his lips graze my ears.
I blink myself awake from the fantasy and reorient. The pieces fall into place all over again. The hotel. The brothers. Paul. No,Rian.My children. Alaina. It all jolts me back to earth from dreamworld.
Curtains cover the windows, but it’s clear that it’s nighttime. I didn’t think I’d be able to fall asleep, but clearly, the excitement got to me. I glance over the foot of the bed, where Kellan’sshadowed form lies on the couch on his side, his body rising and lowering with his breathing. I can’t tell if he’s asleep, but he’s quiet.
As if moving on its own, one of my hands slides up my shirt and my fingers fondle my nipple, pinching it delicately. I gasp into my other hand, trying to the muffle the sound. The way I keep thinking of these men makes no sense, but still, there it is. It’s even in my dreams.
Breathing out slowly, as steady as I can, I sneak my other hand down between my legs and let my index finger drift between my folds, feeling the slick wetness. I didn’t imagine it. I’m as wet on this plane as I was in the dream plane.
My fingers dance up and down my slit, coating my fingertips in my juices, and I press one finger inside myself. My head tilts back at the sudden relief, and I pump that finger in and out of me slowly, enjoying the sensation of being filled and emptied.
“Bad girl,” I hear from the couch. A cold chill passes over me, and my heart seems to pound against my chest. After a moment, Kellan’s voice, low and sleepy, continues, “No, don’t stop on my account.”
I glance down at the shape of my hand beneath the blanket. When I slide my hand back up my body, Kellan says firmly, “I said don’t stop.” It feels like someone’s holding my heart and squeezing. I can’t believe this is happening.
The couch cushions squeak as Kellan moves from it and walks over to me, sitting on the edge of the bed near me. I can’t make my eyes look in his direction. I close them tightly, my breaths quiet and shallow. “I heard you say my name,” he murmurs. “What were you thinking of?” His finger moves over my formabove the blanket, and even through the fabric, my body reacts, my hips moving slightly.
Slowly, I slide my hand back down between my legs. “There you go,” he says, satisfied. “Open your legs more. I know now. You’re not hiding.”
I do as he says, parting my legs slightly even as they shake. Kellan rests his hand on my thigh through the blanket and asks me, “Do you want to do this?”
I don’t know how to answer that question. I do want to, but I don’t know why. I don’t knowhowI could do this, in every sense of the word. I do know that I feel an instant stillness when he touches me. I nod, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Look at me,” he says firmly, and I open my eyes, turning my head to him. His eyes are so dark in the night, that pale blue gone, replaced with giant pupils. “Do you want to do this, Caroline?”
My name in his mouth sounds so sweet. “Yes,” I finally manage to croak.
The serious look on his face melts away and he taps my thigh. “Hold yourself open with two fingers.” When I look at him with a confused face, he spreads two fingers to show me, and I’m grateful for the dark because a blush fills my cheeks.
My fingers shake slightly, the arousal and the fear all mixed together, and I slide them between my lips, parting them. Air hits that tender flesh, and I shudder involuntarily.
“That’s good, Caroline, that’s good. You’re a good girl,” he whispers, and his face bends toward me. My heart stutters in my chest.Am I really about to kiss him?
I don’t have long to think about it before his lips are in front of me, and I find myself craning my neck to reach him, my pussy throbbing as air hits it, my mouth needing, wanting.
Right as our lips touch with the lightest of pressure, he says, “Put a finger inside yourself.” And I do. I gasp with desire and relief, and then he crashes his mouth onto mine. His hands find my hair in the dark and his fingers are wrapped around the hair at the nape of my neck. He bites my bottom lip gently and sucks it, and my moans unfurl against his tongue.
My hands fly to cover his, feeling the strength there, and I interlink my fingers with his. He pulls back and runs his lips over my jawline. He sucks on my throat and whispers, “Did I say you could stop touching yourself?”
My pussy throbs as he takes my hand and snakes it back under the covers, his fingers grazing the naked skin of my thigh, and he rests my hand back between my legs. “Go ahead. Give yourself what you need.”
While I slide my finger into myself, he pats my clit with his thumb, and I groan, raising my pelvis toward the sensation as he shoots lightning bolts through my body.
“Another finger, Caroline, you can take more than that,” he grumbles into my ear, and the hairs on my body rise. I slip another finger into that tight hole, and I feel the walls closing around my digits. “That’s a good girl.”
I moan and stop myself quickly, embarrassed at how I feel when he calls me that, and he whispers, “Listen to the kitty purr.” His voice is thick with lust as he begins circling my clit, his erection dragging against my thigh.
I want his length inside me, want to feel him filling me as deeply as he can. My fingers can only do so much. Like he’s reading my mind, Kellan grabs hold of my wrist with one hand and pulls my sleep shirt up with the other, exposing my breasts.
He takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks softly on it while he forces my hand to stay where it is. With his voice muffled, he tells me, “You’re not getting my cock tonight, so you only have yourself, Caroline.”
