Page 8 of Lost (Powertools: The Shields 2)

“Not until you’re ready.” He redoubled his efforts, making her quiver around him.

“Been waiting for half my life. No more.” And although it was the truth, she regretted not being able to linger, to fully savor the moment. This certainly wasn’t how she’d ever imagined losing her virginity. Though she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t thrilled it would finally be out of the way, a mental obstacle removed. Maybe if she could view sex like Sola or some of her other friends did—a casual physical relief—she wouldn’t be so damn lonely or anxious about sharing intimacy with someone she wasn’t in love with anymore.

Maybe Marcus…

Kennedy shook herself when Knox groaned and rose up over her. He ripped open his jeans and shoved them halfway to his knees. Still wearing them and his boots, he covered her. The thick length of his shaft settled between her legs, her skirt the only thing separating them.

Kennedy was a doctor. She knew damn well Knox had probably taken chances with his health. Maybe even shared needles with people. She lunged for the purse she’d dropped on the floor in the thankfully tiny room and took out a condom, handing it to him.

“You always carry those?” One of his scarred brows rose.

“I’m a responsible adult, yes.” She silently dared him to make some stupid comment about it. So what if she’d gotten them fresh from the store on her way to this meet up? She could hook up with whomever she damn well pleased. The last thing she planned to do was let him know that he’d ruined her for relationships with anyone else, made it impossible for her to open up to men in general, and one specific guy in particular.

Marcus. Kennedy bit her cheek to keep from wincing. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about resisting temptation around him anymore. After this assignment he probably wasn’t going to be interested in her anymore. The loss she felt at that threatened to distract her from Knox ripping open the condom and rolling it down his thick shaft.

In that moment, she realized how unfair she’d been to both herself and her partner. She respected Marcus, desired him, and had smothered those feelings because she’d been afraid.

Son of a bitch. This was not the time for revelations.

“Second thoughts?” Knox asked her.

Sola jumped in over the comms. “Bail if you’re not one-hundred percent. We’ve got the cabin surrounded. We’ll get him one way or another.”

It shocked her when Marcus whispered into her ear while the rest of the team—Jordan and James especially, who both usually directed their missions—was dead silent. “Don’t let him out. Not yet. You’ve almost got him. He could take you hostage, hurt you before we could get to him. And it sounds like you’re having fun. Go ahead, Kennedy. Enjoy yourself. It’s win-win. If you can tie him up like we talked about, even better.”

So he didn’t care that she fucked her ex if it meant capturing him peacefully?

Kennedy wasn’t sure if she was thrilled or utterly discouraged by that.

Still, she couldn’t deny that Marcus was right. That’s why they’d formulated this plan in the first place. It was better to do this without resistance. Maybe after she wrung Knox dry he’d be too chill to put up a fight. For the sake of her friends and for him, she wanted to do this the easy way.

Kennedy ignored the Shields and responded to Knox. “Nope.”

She took his sheathed cock in hand and aimed it between her legs.

“Good. Because I’d like to have at least one thing I never thought possible before I die. I don’t deserve this, but I’m going to take it anyway because we both know I’m selfish as fuck.”

Knox blanketed her, shoving up her skirt and fitting the blunt head of his cock to her opening. Kennedy held her breath and spread her legs wider to accommodate his hips between her thighs. He settled in, fusing them an inch or so before pausing to make sure she was okay.

It was different than she’d expected. He was warm and a little softer than some of her toys, though plenty stiff to get the job done. One taste was enough to know she wanted everything he could feed her.

He might still believe—as he had when they were young—that he was a terrible person, unworthy of all the things she’d wanted to share with him, but just like then, she saw the hints of the man he truly was…or could be…glimmering beneath his street life surface.

“Good?” he asked though his jaw twitched with the effort of holding himself in check.

Kennedy would have said yes regardless, but she was shocked when she let herself focus on the pleasure that radiated from where they were joined, her body accommodating him with only the perfect amount of delicious ache. She nodded, then reached around to grab his ass and drag him closer. Thankfully, time and her toys had done away with whatever might have remained of her hymen and he seemed to have no clue he was in uncharted territory.

Knox cursed, then sank inside her, wedging his cock into her and opening her to her first taste of a man within her. It was glorious. Relief—both physical and mental—coupled with ecstasy, making her shudder as he worked fully within her.

“You’re everything I always imagined you would be,” he murmured before kissing her sweetly.

Oh hell, no. That would not do. She had given him her body, but there was no way she would let him steal her heart again.

Kennedy shoved one of his shoulders and rolled hard to that side. She wound up perched on top of him. His cock speared impossibly deeper as she planted her hands on his chest and began to grind on him. His eyes blazed as he watched her take control, and to her surprise, he didn’t try to wrest it back from her.

He let her use him, pleasure herself with his body, and lifted his hands to the bars of the headboard, holding on as if to keep himself from reaching for her and stopping the display of power she hadn’t realized she was capable of.

In that moment, she knew she had Knox. She snatched her purse from where she’d dropped it on the bed beside him and used the long leather shoulder strap to bind his wrists and hands to the headboard. He thrashed but didn’t come free, then sagged, resigned.

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