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I swear I stop breathing as bliss unfolds inside me, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. “Cannon. I-I’m coming. Oh, fuck. Cannon!” My chest heaves as I pant my way through each second of one of the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever felt. “Oh, god. Fuck! Yes!” He holds me tightly, his eyes darkening with desire as he withdraws and plunges his thick cock into me, over and over again, and continues to play with my ass, drawing out this rapture that I’m experiencing. I can’t think or do anything but live in this moment with Cannon. He’s making me feel so damn good. It’s almost too much. I wish I could feel this way always.
As I’m coming down, Cannon removes his finger and leans forward to lay me flat on my back on the mattress, before righting himself again, his dick still deep inside my pussy. I get the idea that he gets off on watching us come together, because his eyes are glued down there. Pulling back before plunging inside my body, his hips snap against my butt cheeks. He grunts with the force of it, and his mouth falls open a fraction. The unmistakable need rages like a storm in his eyes. I know he wants more.
His brow raises as if in question, but he holds himself in check. For me. Because…I thinkit’s because he assumes that’s what I want. How does he not know that I burn for him? I want him to be himself. I want to experience every bit of that rough, growling, possessive side of Cannon that I met on my first day here.
I scrape my teeth over my lower lip as our eyes lock. “I know you won’t hurt me. You can be yourself. Give me everything.”
At my words, his jaw goes positively rigid, his eyes skimming over every part of me that he can see. His grip on the backs of my thighs tightens as he tilts my hips to a better angle. He lets out a feral groan as he drives into me and withdraws, over and over again. The sight of his thick, veiny cock disappearing into my body is about to make me come.Again.I’ve lost track of all reason and control, and I have no idea what to do about it, but oh god, does it feel good to just let go.
My breasts ache to be touched, so I cup one myself, toying with my nipple, then glide my hand over my soft stomach and allow my fingers to drift down to my clit. I bite my lip, staring into his hooded gaze, hoping he understands my unspoken question.
He heaves out a breath, and I see the answer in the twitch of his jaw and the heat of his gaze. I never would have done this with Nick, he’d have called me a freak or said there was something wrong with me. But with Cannon, I’m confident that he only cares about me and what makes me feel good.
I’m right on the edge again with the hot-blooded look on Cannon’s face and his dick pounding wildly into me, and I gasp in pleasure when my fingers connect with my clit. As he watches me touch myself, his eyes darken with lust, his chest rising and falling in great, heaving motions.
“Fuck me harder, Cannon,” I rasp, not even recognizing myself, but I don’t fucking care. I want it all from him.
He picks up speed and increases the force he’s pummeling me with. The noises he’s making, holy shit. They aren’t words, but the grunting and groaning is sexy as hell. He’s so strong. So powerful. And I’m sending him completely out of control.
Cannon’s grip on me is fierce, but I’m beyond caring. I swear I’ll have visible handprints on my thighs tomorrow. I flick my fingers quickly back and forth over my clit, pushing myself higher and higher.
Another orgasm rolls through me like a great wave, and I let out a throaty cry, overwhelmed. “Cannon! Oh, fuck!” It’s almost violent with the way it crashes down, sending me into oblivion and then yanking me back to the present with every contraction of my muscles. I have no way of knowing how long it lasted because I lost my mind in the middle of it, like I was being consumed by the intensity.
My body is still pulsing when Cannon lets go of my legs and lowers himself over me, thrusting slowly. His jaw goes slack and as his blue eyes stare into mine, his lips only a millimeter from mine as he drives himself deep. I know I can’tactuallyfeel him coming, but I know it’s happening, and the thought of it sends an answering throb through my pussy.
“Elliot.” My name brushes over my lips. That’s the first time Cannon has ever said my name, and it’s enough to make my heart ache and collapse in on itself.
“Cannon,” I whisper right before I grasp him by the neck and pull him down on top of me, surrendering to his fervent kisses.
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I wakeup later in Cannon’s bed with no idea what time it is, though it’s still very dark in his room. Curled up on my side, I take in the relaxed look on his face and his steady, even breathing. His body is a mirror of my position, and, in sleep, his hand rests possessively on my hip, his forehead close to mine. I knew the moment Cannon laid eyes on me back on day one that things between us would end up this way. The way he looks at me is all heat, the way he touches me, pure possession.
Despite my discovery earlier this week, this whole scenario feels very real to me. I wasn’t lying when I told Cannon he made me feel safe. That’s why I came to him after the nightmare. I’m simply unsure how to deal with the idea that I had sex with someone who might have been involved with something shady happening to Will.
My brain rebels against that idea. Even with the evidence hidden in my bathroom, my mind doesn’t want to think Cannon—Kingston or Archer either—is capable of hurting someone like Will. My stomach twists into a knot, and it feels as if someone is plunging a knife into me, turning it this way and that, trying to pry out the truth.
It’s far past time I admit to myself that even though Will has always been classified as a missing person by the police department that it could be worse than that. A shudder rolls down my spine. I’ve tried to be strong, to assume Will is out there somewhere. But what if he’snot?I still don’t even have a firm plan on how to unearth the circumstances, situations, and events going on in the days that led up to his disappearance.
I keep telling myself I’m using these brothers, getting closer to them to find out what they know. But the fact that I actually do feel desire for them… that I have a bond with them… god, it’s throwing me. I’m on a never-ending roller coaster, and the biggest problem is that no matter what curves or loop-the-loops they throw at me, I only seem to want them more. It’s dangerous as hell to feel this way. The stress of the entire situation is almost unbearable, doing wonders for my concussed head.
Taking a deep breath, I begin to extricate myself from Cannon’s embrace, slowly removing his hand from my hip and untangling our legs where they are caught together. With that done, I ease away from him, then cautiously roll over, trying not to make any noise or jostle too much. Standing up from the bed, I freeze when the covers rustle behind me and glance over my shoulder. He’s still asleep. Just readjusting his position to where he’s now sprawled across the bed on his back… and has shoved or kicked the covers right off.
And for one tiny second, I can’t help myself. My eyes drift over his naked form. In the dark, I can only see the barest amount, but damn. He’s kinda perfect, everything from his cut jaw and straight nose to his broad, thickly muscled chest and shoulders, to his washboard abs, all the way down to his very impressive cock.
As much as it pains me to do so after the trust Cannon and I have built, I need to get a better look at his prescription bottles. On quiet feet, I creep across the room and duck into his bathroom. I’m afraid the clicking of the door shutting will wake him, so I leave it barely ajar and turn on the light. Just like mine, there’s a dimmer switch, so I light the room only as much as I dare.
I cross to the sink and open the medicine cabinet. Scanning a few labels, I discover (1) I don’t really recognize any of the medication names, and (2) many of them are several months to over a year old. It’s almost as if he’s tried and rejected them but hasn’t bothered to get rid of them.
And of course, unlike the day I was cleaning his bathroom, he wasn’t expecting me to be in here, so there’s one solitary bottle of medication sitting on the counter. It’s likely whatever he’s currently taking. I hesitate for several seconds, my eyes crashing shut and my face screwing into a harsh wince. What am I about to find out?
With no time to waste, I quickly pick up the bottle. My tired eyes don’t immediately focus, and I blink hard a few times, my eyes racing over the print on the bottle.Cannon Cole. Keppra – 750 mg. Take two tablets twice daily, with or without food.My eyes flick back to the medicine cabinet.Shit.I wish I had my phone with me so I could snap some pics.
Setting aside the bottle, I begin to pull down, read, and return each bottle to its place, all while listening behind me for movement in the bedroom. I have zero idea how I’d explain myself if Cannon were to walk in here and find me looking through his things. Something tells me it wouldn’t end well.
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