SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ

- HAZEL -

I don’t know when I dozed off. All I remember was the two of us getting sweaty and all over each other in the car. I remember Killian being gentle yet rough with me at the same time.

Our heavy breathing in contrast with one another as he entered me. As he tainted every inch of my bare body visible to his sight with his tongue. He fucked me till I couldn’t remember who I was anymore.

Till I forgot my own name and identity. And now we’re here. It’s so late at night and I’m supposed to meet with his brother. I have hickeys all over me that I wonder if this is some kind of a joke or it was done on purpose. How do I cover something from plane sight when it’s all over my body?

What the heck was on Killian’s mind when he did that? I clear my throat as my eyes dart outward the backseat window to have a view of the mansion before me. I almost forgot how large it is.

Larger than the one back at school. Three times larger. A lump form in my throat and I forcefully push it down my throat in a swallow. My stomach churns as butterflies raid it. I take a steady inhale, getting a good view of his mansion as the car drives in.

I bite my lower lip as a thought comes to mind. Do you know we got parking tickets and fined? A short giggle escape my lips as I remember. It was so hilarious yet Killian didn’t care. Oh God, this man won’t be the end of me.

I giggle into my fingers again, grinning hard when a deep voice makes my body quiver. I wasn’t afraid of it, I just did not expect him to say anything. Or at least pay attention to me as he’s driving.

“What’s got you giggling, Kitten? What do you think of?” Killian asked me. I swallow.

I take a careful look at him as he stops the car. A half grin paints my lips as I tilt my head slightly to the side. “Why? Worried someone else is invading my thoughts?”

His body leans forward, to the side, closer to me. I hear my heart race in my chest like a freaking pump about to burst out my ribcage. My breath hitch as his face draws near to mine and his lips parade over mine. He hasn’t kissed me yet, but I love feeling the intoxicating sensation of his hot breath as it fans my face.

Killian tsk-tsk. “Trust me, Hazel, I know you’re not thinking about anybody else.” He breath on my face.

Why. . . Why does my body burn with heat as he says that? My cheeks redden and I try to avert my gaze away from his and fail miserably. I can’t help but stare at this man who’s sat before me.

Sometimes, I wonder how he’s even mine. It’s so thrilling and it’s everything I could ever ask for. Every thing he does, every touch and every word ignites my body like no other, like he’s the only one perfectly made for this woman named Hazel.

“You’re grinning. Way too hard.” Hands cup my chin. His thumb strokes my face gently as he pulls my face forward. This is when his lips secure mine in a kiss. I could rest in his mouth. I could die there. His tongue is everything. The way it masterly explores my mouth is heavenly. Always leaves me wanting more of him.

I gasp, trying to catch my breath. This is when Killian pushes his head away to let me breathe. His face bends slightly to the side as his eyes prowls my skin. “Is that red I see on your cheeks? Is somebody blushing because of me?” The tease in his tone is not missed. This makes me chuckle.

“Get out of here.” I say, rolling my eyes. My excitement hasn’t left for one second and I doubt it would. This place, the very place it started, the place where he made me try to get myself on him for the wrong reasons, rejected my advances before claiming me is where it all started. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Sometimes, I wonder if he pondered about our night and me when I was gone. Well, when he took me away from his bed because I woke up in mine. I can’t tell if I’ve heard his side of the story before but it’s one I’d love to listen to over and over again and I will never get tired.

My gaze lingers from his eyes to his lips then back to his eyes again. We should get out of here or we won’t be getting out anytime soon and I’m sure we both know why. Being with him all alone has proven to be quite, well, dangerously desirable. I clear my throat.

Killian chuckles. “For someone whose body burns with need, you sure seem to exhibit self control.”

I don’t have self control when it comes to you, but you already know that, I say in my mind. I would’ve spoken that out loud if my voice wasn’t buckled away in the depths of my throat. To be honest, I want something else in there. Something more liquid and something that comes out the male’s sex.

Something that leaves his body every time he’s reached that primitive state of climax with me. My lips spread apart to let out a word. Nothing leaves my mouth but I try to speak when a knock on my door leaves me startled.

Oh my gosh!

My heart races as I avert my gaze to look out the window. I can’t see anything. This is even more disturbing. I clear my throat. Killian’s eyes flare up then his brow raises. His gaze lowers to face me. “Wait here.” He says before returning back to his seat and taking his seat belt off.

It is not long before he’s out of the car. It’s dark so I can barely see outside through the car windows but I can hear chatter coming from behind. I swallow. I wonder what I would’ve said if that knock hadn’t interrupted us.

My body begs for his touch more, now that ever that I wonder if this is normal. I feel like a freak. A sex freak.

If I was given the chance, I’m sure I’d choose staying in his place for weeks with nothing but his shirt on to give him access to all of me.

Day and night, my body would want to experience his sexual paradise over and over. Till I can take no more. Till my pussy pulsates and is sore. Till my nipples glisten and redden due to his saliva and excessive touch. Till my body is weary from our endless activity.

Thinking about this in his car makes my pussy pool. I swallow.

I want that. I want him in every possible way even if it breaks me.

My door comes open and I look out. Lights suddenly blind my eyes as they come on all at the same time, lights in his compound. Two men stand before me. One is Killian, and the other is someone I don’t know nor can see his face but his hand is outstretched to me and he’s the one who opened my door.

I give a careful look at Killian before taking this stranger’s hand and coming out.

“My, my, you look better in person.” The man says, voice deep, soothing and suave. His finger kneads into the back of my palm as he draws it near to his mouth. A kiss on the back of my palm leaves me even more startled but I don’t say a word.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around this. Did he just say; in person? Does this mean Killian talks about me with other people and show them my picture? Now that I think about it, I don’t recall us ever taking photos to document our time together. Not even one. I swallow.

The man takes a careful look at me with his mouth still on my palm, a smirk on his lips. When he stands, my eyes widens. He’s tall. Almost the same height as Killian and that build-

My eyes run up and down his body.

- That build is something else.

“A pleasure to meet you, mi lady.” The playful tone in his voice is not missed. His hand is still wrapped around mine, holding me in what I think to be passionate.

I am about to respond when a hand snatches me by waist, brashly pulling me to him as he holds me tightly to his side. This act made me gasp. Killian is being way too possessive that he forgets I just had a gun wound. Still have it, it’s healing but still there.

“Liam, Hazel.” I draw my eyes up to face Killian. He does not look happy. Rather, my brows crease, somewhat. . . . Jealous.

Jealous? I don’t understand.

“Hazel, meet Liam. My brother.”

Oh. My heart skips a beat.

Liam winks at me. I feel Killian’s hold on me tighten. I don’t know what is going on but these two seem to be having some sort of electric, dagger shooting stare at each other.

“Nice to meet you.” I say. This should be interesting.