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“Do you want me to stop?” I asked coyly.
“Hell no.”
I continue pleasuring him, hearing his breath catch in small pants. As I tightened my grip on his cock, I watched his eyes. I wanted him so badly. Taking charge, I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. When I straddled his hips, his eyes meet mine, and I anticipated him taking away my control by throwing me off his body and climbing on top of me. Instead, only his smile and his hooded eyes peered up at me. I took hold of his erection and positioned it at my entrance.
Pushing his thick head against my entrance, I sank down on him, inch by inch, while keeping my eyes on his. My movements were slow—my way of enjoying this moment as long as possible. River placed hands on my hips and, without warning, his muscular arms lifted me slightly and then lowered me again. I cupped my hands over his, a way of letting him know I had this. Showing him I was in control, I lifted my ass from his thighs and used my legs to move up and down his cock.
Moans of pleasure filled the room as River moved his hips upward, setting the pace for my movements. As he increased his thrusts, I continued to mimic his movements by using my legs. Heat enveloped my insides when he removed his hands from my hips and slid them up my torso, stopping to pinch my nipples. The sensation was enough to take me over the edge. With the change of the angle of his body, his thrusts become harder, deeper. Uncontrollable moans escape my throat and I no longer had control. “I can’t hold on, River,” I breathed. “I can feel you all the way to the depths of my soul.”
“Hold on, baby,” he whispered as he placed his hands on my ass and pulled his cock out.
When he lifted me from his body, desperation settled in. There was more I needed. I struggled to satisfy my need to release by taking hold of his hard cock. I wanted to protest until River wrapped his arm around my waist and rolled me onto the bed. He positioned his body between my legs and continued where I had left off. He was hard, and I felt him stretch me. When he filled me completely, I cried out my release. Deep inside me, I felt River’s body quake. He had met his release as well.
When I open my eyes, his eyes were on mine, completely sated. His hands cupped my face while his eyes were glued to mine. “You are the most amazingly beautiful woman I have ever met. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
I was falling in love with him too, but before I could tell him I felt the same way, his mouth fell to mine in what had to be the most passionate kiss we had ever shared.
~18~
Axe
The only thing keeping me in Chicago was my meeting with Kenzi. She should have been with me on the way to Atlanta by now. Davian showing up screwed that up. Of course, I couldn’t blame him. All of us were like brothers and if the shoe was on the other foot, I would have done the same for him. I had to look on the bright side. Since Davian knew I was in Chicago, at least I didn’t have to stay in that shithole motel. The accommodations at The Ritz were an unquestionable improvement.
After having an excellent dinner with the guys and shooting the shit, I headed to my room, not feeling any less anxious. Everything I wanted to tell Kenzi tomorrow had to be perfectly said. I had to convince her I wasn’t the monster Stevenson portrayed me to be. Even though Kenzi and I only knew each other for a short time, we trusted each other. Stevenson broke that for me. Somehow, I had to get it back. I had to show her that I was the same person she fell in love with and I would never do anything to hurt her or her mom. Stevenson was the bad guy, and I had to prove to her just how much.
The quick shower I took before going to bed did nothing to clear my mind. I still had no clue what I would say to Kenzi tomorrow. Pulling back the covers from the king-sized bed, I rolled over to my side and opened the drawer to the nightstand. These ritzy hotels always had a notepad and pen hidden inside. As I pulled out the pad and pen, I thought about the key points to the conversation I would have with her. The first point being that I loved her. As I began writing each point I wanted to make, I realized that everything I jotted down came from the heart. Surely Kenzi would see that. She had to know how much I loved her. I had one thing going for me. If she hadn’t felt something for me, she would have told me to go to hell.
Placing the notepad on the nightstand, I laid my head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling in thought. My life as it was played heavily in my mind. From the very beginning, I was doomed to be unhappy. Kenzi was the only thing that ever mattered in my life. She was an angel, my savior—a bright light to rid all the darkness. I had to take control of my feelings. Acting like a big baby was not who I was. I was ex-military with the special units forces, for God’s sake. Instead of wallowing in my pathetic self-pity, I pushed from the bed and walked over to my small bag.
It was late. Half past midnight, to be exact, but I needed to clear my mind of these negative thoughts. I rummaged through my bag until I found my gym shorts and tennis shoes. The Ritz had an excellent workout facility, or so I’d been told. Burning a few calories and feeling a little pain in the process was just what I needed to take my mind off of tomorrow.
The second floor was quiet as I headed into the exercise room. It was no surprise, since I was the only dumb ass to blow off some steam at this hour. As I looked around the room, every weight machine imaginable lined the back wall, with a row of treadmills toward the front and the same number of ellipticals behind them. One thing about being here alone was there was no one to wait on.
Starting with a slow warm-up. I stepped on a treadmill and began increasing the speed. Once it got to six miles per hour, I increased the incline to seven. With ten minutes down and ten to go, I could already feel the burn in my legs. My head still wasn’t clear, so I opted for the elliptical next. Another twenty should do.
By 3:00 a.m., I was exhausted and all I could think about was the comfy bed in my suite. There wasn’t a muscle in my body that wasn’t on fire. Sleep was all I was thinking about. The workout I put my body through more than cleared my mind. That changed when I got to my room and opened the door. The notepad stared back at me and my once-clear mind was filled again with thoughts of Kenzi. Going another round in the exercise room was a definite no-go.
A cold shower rang in my head as I slid off my shoes and gym shorts. In four hours, I had to be up to meet the guys for breakfast. Hopefully by then, my mind would be clear and my words to Kenzi would make her heart sing with love.
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The guys were already seated at a large round table eating their breakfast when I arrived. Davian was the first to look my way. “Jesus, Axe. You look like shit.”
If he only knew that I felt worse than I looked.Like shit.“Good morning to you, too.”
Shoveling his eggs in his mouth like there was no tomorrow, Patton said between bites, “So what’s the plan? Do you know what you are going to say to Kenzi?”
I had no clue what to say to her. After last night’s cold shower mixed with the lack of sleep, my mind was fried, but still, I had my go-to plan. I pulled the paper that I had ripped from the notepad from my pocket and handed it to him. “Yeah, I wrote it all down.”
Patton unfolded the piece of paper and gazed at it unrepentantly. His head moved back and forth and then up and down—a way of showing his disapproval and acceptance. It was annoying as hell. After he was done reading what I had written, he folded it and handed it back to me. “Bro, you are totally fucked. No way is Kenzi going to take you back.”
“Screw you, Patton.” Pissed was an understatement of how I felt. “You don’t even have a girlfriend.”
“If I did, I certainly wouldn’t tell her any of the BS on that piece of paper. The only thing truthful is telling her how much you love her. You should go with that, Axe, and just be honest with her. Start from the beginning. Tell her everything.”
Patton had a point. Honesty was always the best policy. I looked down at the folded piece of paper and instead of putting it back in my pocket; I wadded it up in my hand and threw in on the table. There was no need for a prop to tell her the truth. Once she heard everything, there would be no more secrets. My life would be laid out for her and it would be up to her to decide if she could forgive me and take me back or end it.
Once the subject of talking to Kenzi was no longer the topic, the rest of breakfast went by stress free. Having food in my stomach gave me the extra energy I needed to wave goodbye to my exhaustion. The best part was that I, or rather, we, had a plan. Davian and the men would have my back in case Kenzi agreed to come home with me. I had to have faith that she would. If she didn’t, I had to respect her wishes and move on. I hated to think that would happen.
