Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)

Will.

Fuck.

Banks gasped, and I clamped a hand over her mouth, standing us both up with my dick still inside her.

“Shhhh,” I warned in her ear. Pinning her against the wall, I spread her legs wider, pulled off my shirt, and held her tight, continuing my thrusts.

But then Alex’s voice came, too. “Banks!”

What the hell? I clamped my hand tighter the more Banks started to moan.

“Is he here? Did she find him?” I heard Alex ask.

“I don’t know. His car is still out front,” Will added. “Kai!”

Banks pulled away from my hand. “They dropped me off,” she whispered. “They’re probably checking to make sure I found you. We should stop.”

“No.” I kissed her neck, feeling my orgasm coming as I groped her breast.

“Ah,” she whimpered. “Go harder. Please.”

I kissed her lips and cheek, her ear and neck, everywhere I could reach as I held her hard against me.

“Yeah, yeah…oh, God.”

I put my hand over her mouth again, but we were so close, I didn’t really give a shit if Will and Alex heard us. Only that Banks would be embarrassed when she came to her senses.

“You weren’t built for them,” I said in her ear as I reached around and rubbed her clit. “Not Damon or Gabriel or anyone else. You were made for me, and I want you in my bed tonight.”

“I’m not sleeping in that shithole.”

I smacked her on the ass, and her breath caught before she reached around and grabbed the back of my neck, kissing me with a laugh.

I didn’t know if Alex and Will had left or not, but I didn’t hear anything anymore, so they either split or heard the noises pouring out of the confessional and then split of their own accord.

I rubbed her faster and faster, thrusting as deep as I could. “Come on, baby. Come on.”

“Kai,” she whimpered.

And then her body tightened up, freezing in place, and just holding on as I pounded, bringing her ass back into me harder and harder.

She cried out, coming and breathing hard as she went limp, letting it wrack through her body.

God, I wished I knew what was in her head at that moment.

A few more seconds, I reach my climax and thrust, spilling inside of her and my fingers clenching the sweat-soaked skin of her hips.

She held fast to the little counter, desperate for air in the now stuffy confessional as little moans escaped her.

Pleasure swept through my entire body, and I felt dizzy as I rested my forehead into her back.

She was incredible.

But holy shit, my mom would kill me if she knew what I’d just done and where. I didn’t really care, though. This was me, and this is what we do.

A buzzing sound came from somewhere, and I paused, wondering if it was my phone or hers and if we should just let it go.

But slowly, she pulled away and dipped down to retrieve her jeans.