I lean back, pressing down against him. He’s even deeper now, opening me to him with every tiny move. Slowly, I start to rock against him, driving his stiff member even further into my eager body. He meets my every stroke, his eyes rapt on my flushed face. I shove my hands through my hair as I ride him, bouncing on his massive manhood. An elated smile spreads across my face as his shaft rubs deliciously against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my every cell.
My breasts bounce as we buck wildly, egging each other on. I can feel him growing even harder inside of me, ready to burst at any second. But he’s not content to get off and call it a night—that much I know for certain. He brings his strong hands to my thighs, stroking my tender skin. I lean back, gasping as his cock glides even deeper. A cry erupts from my throat as he lays two fingers against my throbbing clit.
“Leo—” I gasp, my head falling back between my shoulders, “That’s so good...”
“I want to make you come, baby,” he growls, bearing down on that sensitive nub, “I want to feel you come with my cock inside of you. I want to come with you, Kelly.”
“I’m so close,” I breathe, “I’m just about—”
But words fail me as I barrel ahead toward the precipice of insane pleasure with Leo right alongside me. We move madly, driving each other forward, racing toward orgasm. Leo thrusts into me with incredible, precise force as his fingers rub my clit in delectable circles. I press into his pounding strokes, and scream out my joy as his cock collides with my g spot. A wash of sensation floods my body, and I come hard against his mighty manhood.
I feel Leo erupt inside of me as our orgasm transports us both. He gushes into me, filling me up with thick, elated bursts. The flood of feeling sweeps through me, knocking every worry and care straight out of my head. I’m renewed, washed clean, reborn in this moment. My body falls against his, and we clasp each other tightly as we finish together, riding the swell of pleasure as it rises and falls. His body shudders beneath me as he fills me up, and I finally collapse against his heaving chest, spent and contented.
Maybe we lay there together for a few minutes, maybe for a few hours. Time loses all meaning in the wake of our shared pleasure. The city trundles on soundlessly beneath us as the stars spin overhead. Eventually, we manage to recover. We dress wordlessly, trading silent smiles that speak volumes. We climb back onto Leo’s bike, and make our way home once more. Our playful banter falls away for a spell, as we marvel at what we’ve shared with each other.
Or rather, what we’ve found in each other.
Chapter Fifteen
We fall asleep like babies that night, my back pressed against Leo’s chest. As I drift off to sleep, I can almost imagine that we’re like any ordinary couple. How wonderful it would be, to live with him like this—content, satisfied, safe. What if I didn’t have to give this up, when this whole mess blows over? What if, for once, I dug my heels into the ground and refused to give up what I want most of all—to stay by Leo’s side? Of course, I don’t even know if he’ll still want me, once he figures out the truth. Only time will tell.
My slumbering thoughts are interrupted by a persistent buzzing sound that drags me back into consciousness. For a moment I think there must be a mosquito zipping around my ears or something. I bat at the imagined insect for a spell, but then I realize that the rhythmic vibration could only be one thing: my cell phone ringing.
At once my eyes pop open, and the full weight of my situation hits me. Dawn has just broken beyond Leo’s bedroom window, and my phone is blowing up. The bedside clock reads 5:00am, far too early for unexpected calls. I turn to gaze at Leo over my shoulder, and am struck dumb by his sleeping face. He looks so peaceful. So carefree. His hard features are softened by slumber, but still as stunning as ever. It’s an effort to tear my eyes away long enough to spot my phone across the room.
Gingerly, I roll out from under Leo’s heavy arm, clutching a bed sheet around my naked body. It would feel wrong to sleep in anything but the nude with Leo by my side. His body against mine is all I want while waking—why would I deprive myself through the night?
My phone is vibrating in my jeans pocket as call after call comes in. I scoop up the little device and peer down at the caller ID. My stomach clenches as I see Declan’s number blazing there on the screen. I’ve changed his name in my phone to “Mom” for the time being—heaven forbid one of the Wraiths spot Declan Tiberi’s name popping up on my cell. And actually, he’s been acting a bit like a nagging mother these days. Glancing back at Leo, I throw on some hasty layers and hurry out of the room.
I steal through the darkened house, clutching my cell phone tightly in my hand. Where the hell am I supposed to answer Declan’s insistent calls? It’s five in the morning, I can’t exactly start blabbering away about our scheme in the living room. I dart to the back of the house and disarm the security alarm beside the sliding glass door to the patio. Thank god Leo shared the code with me, as guilty as I feel using it this way.
The night air is warm around me as I step outside. The stones beneath my feet have cooled after a day baking in the sun, and the rolling hills around me are just beginning to brighten with the day. The breeze is cool, and smells like the end of summer. At last, I answer Declan’s umpteenth call, not daring to raise my voice above a whisper.
“Declan,” I hiss, “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“All too well,” he replies testily, “It’s morning. Morning number three, Kelly. This charade has been going on long enough. I need some information on Kassie.”
“Well, you’re in luck,” I tell him, “They let me see her last night.”
His shocked silence resonates even through the phone. “They...let you...?” he splutters, “They let you see her, and you’re just now telling me? Why didn’t you call right away?”
“She wouldn’t speak to any of the Wraiths, so Leo sent me in to have some girl talk with her. He has no idea we’re best friends,” I explain, ignoring the rest of his questions, “We’re still in the clear.”
“Is she alright?” Declan asks. My heartstrings twist at the concern in his voice. Dec and I may lock horns from time to time, but I know full well how much he cares for Kassie. That, at least, is something we have in common.
“She’s fine. They haven’t touched her,” I assure him, “She’s got a bottle of whiskey and a new pair of jeans. Everything’s good.”