Temper Him by Caitlyn Dare

Chapter Twenty-Two

Conner

My heart is in my throat as Kenny pulls the door open and allows me to slip inside.

I shouldn't be here, that much is obvious, but I needed to see her before tomorrow. I still have no idea what the hell is going to go down, but it's going to be over. And that knowledge makes me breathe a little easier, makes every single one of my steps that much easier to take.

No one saw me as I slipped through the darkness to get here. Well, at least I don't think they did. There's no way to know for sure. But K is worth the risk.

It's her eighteenth birthday tomorrow, the day she gets her freedom back. The day that motherfucker hopefully gets what's coming to him.

She stares up at me as she closes and locks the door behind me. I expected her to be happy, to greet me with open arms and a wide smile, but all I've got are hard eyes, a frown, and a comical face mask.

"You shouldn't be here," she damn near spits at me.

"And miss you looking so sexy? I wanted to see you before your birthday." I drop my face to the crook of her neck so my lips brush her skin. "I wanted to give you your present."

"Conner," she half moans, half warns.

"It's okay. You've already told me he's out all night. It's safe." I slide my hand under her shirt and rest it on her ribs, right beneath her breast.

"Con, it's never safe. Warren, he..." I wince the second his name falls from her lips.

"He's not going to find out.”

"He knows everything,” she argues.

"It's not stopped you before." I kiss up the length of her neck until the tip of my nose traces the shell of her ear. Her entire body shudders beneath me, telling me that I'm currently winning. "Be reckless with me, K. Let me fuck you right here, in his home where he thinks he has control."

"Oh God," she whimpers. "You shouldn't be here," she tries again, but her voice is low and breathy and her body arches into me, accepting everything I have to offer.

"Let me make you mine. Right here." I press the length of my body against hers, pinning her to the wall and allowing her to feel what her presence alone does to me. "I'm so hard for you, babe."

"Okay, I'm just gonna go..." a familiar voice says from behind me. I knew Shelbie was here. Hell, she's part of the reason why I am. I already knew she had a night to herself before she called to tell me, because Shelb had already given me the heads up.

"You don't have to run on my account," I murmur against K's neck as my labored breaths race over her skin, making her tremble with need.

"Yeah... I came for girl porn, not actual porn. I'll just be down there." Her footsteps trail off.

"You were going to spend the night watching porn?" I ask, pulling back from her and looking into her eyes.

The most incredible smile spreads across her lips before she tips her head back and laughs. The sight almost brings me to my fucking knees.

"No, babe. We were going to watch Fifty Shades."

"Hmm." I nuzzle her once again, not able to get enough of her scent. "So, porn then."

"It's not porn," she argues. "It's romance."

"Maybe we should re-enact it then, because I fucking love you, babe." My hands drop to her thighs and I lift her against the wall. Her legs wrap around my waist, ensuring my cock lines up perfectly with her scorching pussy, and I slam my lips down on hers.

"Fuck, I missed you," I mumble against her lips, not caring that the face mask mushes between us.

She moans in response, her hands slipping under my hoodie and pushing upward.

Helping her out, I reach behind me and pull it from my head.

"Mmm... better," she moans, running her eyes over my skin. She stills for a beat with her hands on my chest and looks back up at me again.

"What?" I ask, concern racing through me that she's heard or seen something—or worse, that she wants to stop.

Lifting her hands, she cups my cheeks. "You haven’t been fighting. You don’t have any bruises."

A smile twitches at my lips. "I'm saving myself for tomorrow night, babe. Nothing is going to stop me from getting you out of there in one piece."

"Oh Conner," she sighs, her eyes going all soft.

"Tomorrow night, I'm going to carry you out of that place, put you in my car, and take you home, where you belong. Then I'm going to spend all night—probably all weekend—making up for lost time and showing you just how much I love you. Because this," I gesture to our surroundings, "means nothing. It changes nothing. You are mine, Kennedy Lowe, and no one is going to change that."

I slam my lips to hers in a bruising kiss. My need to possess her, claim her, mark her, make her mine floods me. My fingers curl around the bottom of her shirt before I pull it up her body, leaving her in just her white lace bra.

Her skirt is already around her waist, allowing my frantic fingers to find her panties and tear them in two.

"Conner," she gasps when the sound of ripping fabric fills the trailer.

"I'm not sorry." I drop her lower, allowing her to flick open my fly and free my cock. I find one of the condoms I dropped into my back pocket before I left the Bay and hold it up to her mouth. "Open," I demand, making her a part of using it.

I know she doesn't want to—hell, I don't want to use one. I want nothing between us ever again, but right now, this is our only option. Come tomorrow night, she can ride me bare for the rest of our lives.

She bares her teeth before ripping the packet open and pulling the condom out.

A growl rips up my throat as her small hand wraps around my hard length. "K, fuck."

She jacks me a few times, her eyes locked on mine.

"Kenny," I warn, already well over the point of losing control and just slamming into her.

My rough voice seems to pull her from her trance. She makes quick work of rolling the rubber down me, my teeth grinding the entire time before I'm able to lift her once more and pin her to the wall with my hips.

"Are you wet for me, K?"

She nods.

"I haven’t even touched you and I bet you’re fucking dripping."

"Conner," she groans. "Please, I need—" A loud cry falls from her lips as I slam inside her. "Yessss," she hisses as her walls tighten around me, her muscles pulling me deeper.

My fingers tighten on her ass as I pull her from the wall a little, changing the angle and ensuring I take her as deep as possible.

"So good, K. Always so fucking good."

I pull almost all the way out, watching where our bodies are connected. My cock glistens with her arousal, proving me right. She was soaked for me.

"You're so beautiful. So fucking beautiful. And so fucking mine." I surge forward on the final word, making sure she feels it as well as hears it.

"Yes, Conner. Yes."

Her nails scratch at my shoulders and down my upper arms as I take her harder, pushing her closer to the edge.

Her tits bounce in the confines of her bra, but it's not enough. I don't want her hidden from me. Slipping my hand around her back, I pinch the clasp and pull it from her body. Her hard, pink rosebud nipples appear before me, just begging to be sucked into my mouth.

Leaning over her, I do just that, sucking hard and circling the tip of my tongue around the peak.

"Oh God, Conner. Oh God, oh God," she chants as her muscles start rippling around me, telling me that she's close.

"Come, K. Come all over my cock." I bite down on the fullness of her breast and her orgasm crests at the pain.

"Conner," she cries, pulsating around me, her body flooding with pleasure.

"Fuck yes, give me everything you've got, K."

My hips get erratic as I slam into her limp body, chasing my own release.

Tingles race down my spine and my balls draw up. I pull her from the wall and crash my lips to hers as my cock jerks.

A roar of pleasure rumbles up my throat, but she swallows it down.

"Happy birthday, babe," I say, peppering her face and jaw with kisses. We’re a sticky mess, but I don’t give a fuck. I needed this. Needed her.

"That was my present?" she asks, raising a brow.

"What could possibly be a better gift than me?"

"Chocolate?"

"You wanted chocolate instead of my cock?" I ask, a smile tugging at my lips.

"I mean... both would be nice."

Laughing at her, I find her lips once more and kiss her until we're both breathless, my cock once again hard for her.

"Guys, can I come out yet? It's gone very quiet."

"Fucking hell," I groan, dropping my head to K's shoulder. "I want you again so bad. It's never going to be enough with you, K. Never."

"Tomorrow, Con. Tomorrow night you get everything. Forever."

I pull back and look at her, needing to know she means every word she's saying.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Oh shit, fuck. Sorry." We're interrupted as Shelbie walks around the corner. "I thought... shit. Fuck."

"It's okay, we're done," Kenny says, disappointingly.

"Not by choice," I mutter, lowering her legs to the floor and tucking myself away after pulling the condom off.

"Can you pass me my clothes?" Kenny asks Shelbie who, with her hand clamped over her eyes, blindly reaches for them by her feet. "You can look, Shelb. Conner's decent."

"You're not."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure you've seen a pair before,” I snicker.

Shelbie groans but does look at what she's doing to pass Kenny’s top back to her.

"Thank you."

K pulls it on but forgoes the bra so I get the torture of seeing her still stiff nipples pressing against the thin fabric.

"Shall I just leave?" Shelbie offers when she must notice what has my attention.

"No, no,” Kenny answers. “We're having girls night."

"Yeah," I say. "I was really looking forward to my face mask and getting my nails painted."

K slaps me gently on the shoulder. "God, I love you," she says, allowing me to pull her into my body once more and kiss her.

A knock sounds out at the door, and she tenses in my arms.

"Chill, it's just the pizza guy," Shelbie says, crossing the room to answer it.

Kenny's muscles remain locked tight until she sees the boxes in Shelbie's hands.

"Oh, I'm starving. Pass it over."

"Why am I not surprised?" K rolls her eyes at me.

"Neither of you are coming anywhere near this until you wash up. I know where those fingers have been," Shelbie says, looking between the two of us.

"Fine." Grabbing K's hand, I pull her toward the bathroom to clean up... or to get her a little bit dirtier to really build up her appetite.

By the time we emerge, Shelbie has already eaten through almost an entire pizza.

"Thank fuck. If I have to keep comfort eating while you guys do that and I don't, I'll be the size of a house."

"Aw, Shelb," I say, dropping down onto the couch and pulling K onto my lap. "You missing out on some action?"

"Fucking right," she grumbles.

"You want me to put in a good word with Levi and Jay? I hear they're flying solo."

"What?" she gasps, her cheeks glowing red all of a sudden. "I might be desperate, but I don't want to look desperate. I'll just have to put up with your homemade porn for a while."

"Hmm... about that..." I twist K on my lap until she's straddling me.

"Conner," she warns, but the heat in her eyes tells a different story.

Just a few more hours and this is going to be it. K and me against the world.

"So," she asks, dragging me from my thoughts. "Did you actually bring me a present that's not attached to your body?" She looks over her shoulder at the small box I placed on the counter when I entered and lifts a brow.