Page 13 of Kissing the Kelpie

Everything below my waist hurts and burns. I wince and whine as he continues moving in and out, picking up speed, growling and grunting like an animal.

“Harder!” I whisper, unable to hide the shakiness of my voice. I feel like I’m being ripped in two as he plunges in, but then he leaves me sailing in the clouds with pleasure as he withdraws. I let out a guttural scream.

Hesitating a moment, he searches my eyes. “Should I st—” His eyes are deep blue oceans of concern.

“No!” I don’t let him finish. I’m hot, wet, and pulsing with need. “Don’t stop! Please!” I plead, breathless. “Want . . .more. Need . . . more!” Bright white fire rages in my pussy, melting my bones as I gush and throb around him.

Before l can catch my breath, he withdraws almost all the way and rams back into me harder than he has yet. My back feels raw from rubbing against the rough bark. I hide my face against his neck, not wanting him to see the tears in my eyes. How can something that hurts so much feel so good?

He continues thrusting. Relentlessly. Growling. Wincing. He slams into me so hard I black out for a few seconds. I don’t lose consciousness, but I’m unable to think or speak as another tsunami of pleasure washes over me.

When I’m aware of the world again, it’s euphoria. Bliss. A warm wetness spills from me. He glides in and out with ease until his face contorts and his body covers in goose flesh.

“My turn!”

Chapter 9

“I can’t believe I fucked—” His big blue eyes grow wide at my coarse description. “Excuse me, coupled with you.” I smile. “And I don’t even know your name.”

I hope my attempt at conversation will avoid the awkward after-the-fact silence. I know if a quiet covers us, comfortable or not, I’ll get into my head and think about things I shouldn’t. Like Mike.

“Finnley.” He breaks through my thoughts. “But you can call me Finn.”

“Hi there, Finn,” I give him a teasing look. “I’m Masha.”

“Ma-sha.” He says my name slowly, enunciating each sound with reverie. It’s like I’m hearing it for the first time, and I love how it sounds coming off his lips. “My beautiful ballerina.” His possessive declaration gives me pause, but we did just fuck, excuse me, have sex, so I can be his, at least for the moment. I let it go. For now. “Stay with me.” He whispers, his hands skimming over my shoulders with a featherlight touch, tickling me while eliciting a subtle heat that grows so fast I think I’ll burst into flame, like a phoenix.

“Finn, wait,” The words come out breathless as he kisses my neck and guides me down so that I lie flat on the ground beside him.

Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I lift it over his head and ball it into a rest to use as a pillow. Partly because I need something softer, but mostly because I want to admire his exquisite body.

With a smile on my lips, I enjoy the sight of his topless upper half and visually trace the muscles my hands explored. Different colors sparkle when the sun hits the silver chain he wears, which I hadn’t noticed without the bronze backdrop of his sun-kissed skin.

“I’m not running home, am I?”

Caging me between his forearms, with his half-pantsed lower half next to mine, he leans in, inches from my face, and stares. Intently. I’m unnerved, acutely aware of his gaze.. I meet his eyes for a fleeting moment but can’t handle the emotion I see in them. The emotion they bring out in me.

I’ve seen this look before. It’s as if I’m his world, his everything. It’s the same look I’d see in Mike’s eyes after an intimate moment. Which is ridiculous on so many levels. Still, it hits me like a gut-punch. Just like any thought of my former fiancé does.

Searching for something to say, I trail my fingertips down the center of this beautiful man’s corded back to the top of his buns-of-steel. Statues aren’t sculpted with such perfection.

Everywhere I touch, his warm flesh is soft on the surface, yet rock hard beneath his skin. Except, thankfully for the moment, his ridiculously long and thick cock. I finally understand the expression ‘hung like a horse,” because if anyone is, it’s Finn.

I want to tell this seemingly sweet man to stop looking at me with such affection. I can’t and won’t return it. I want to warn him not to fall in love with me. He should enjoy the moment, same as me. Because this moment is all we can ever have. I can’t accommodate a romantic interest in my life.

Regardless of what I want, I’m trapped in the forest, making the most of my life sentence. Even if I were free to go anywhere on earth, I could never love him. That makes me feel like the world’s biggest heel, but I can’t give what I don’t have. My love meter is on empty for anyone but Ana, and my heart is with Mike. It always will be.

Remembering the love of my life and father of my child sobers me up from whatever trance Finn has me under. My hands press against his shoulders. As if he understands I need space, he rolls onto his side, still staring. He trails his pointer finger over my breasts, grazing the pebbled area around my nipples.

“I only have seven days to couple with you,” he says with disappointment. “I need to bury my seed in you as often as possible.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I scoot up so that my forearms support my chest, shocked at his declaration. Is he claiming he wants to have non-stop sex with me for seven days, and then he’s gone? Is this a preemptive brush-off? No. That doesn’t make any sense. I can practically see the hearts in his eyes as he looks at me.

He presses his lips together and says, “Counting today, I have seven days to fuck you,” his eyes dart to the side a moment as color rushes to his cheeks at the use of the crude word. “Six, after today. As often as I can, to impregnate you.”

Impregnate me(!?) Is that his game? Get his kicks and leave me barefoot and pregnant to fend for myself and my children while he moves on to the next woman? I’m such an idiot. Here I am, living in the moment and forgetting that unprotected sex has very real consequences.

“Whoah, Buddy.” I sit straight up. “I think you have this all wrong.” I reach for the bracelet, fiddling with it so I can unclasp it and give it back.

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