Kissing Killian (Face-Off Legacy/Campus Kings 5)

For the longest time, I’ve been on my own. Never needed anyone or anything. The more time I spend with Jade, the more I’m starting to need her. Want her. Just being around her stirs up feelings inside me I don’t even understand and definitely haven’t come to terms with yet.

Taking my cock in my hand, I position myself at her entrance, pushing through her inner walls as I fill her to the hilt. My eyes slam shut, and I can’t even move for a second, wanting to feel every inch of her. Jade slides her hand up my arm, forcing my eyes back open. Slowly, I inch in and out of her, savoring every second.

Her fingernails dig into my back as I fuck her, my pace quickening, the blanket beneath her sliding along the hood. I press my hand to the fabric to keep it in place raising her right leg over my left shoulder to change the position. She screams so loud when I go deeper, breaking through her inner walls. Her cries fill the quiet air, and thankfully no one is in sight.

A crisp breeze sends a chill down my arms, rustling the trees surrounding us. Jade looks up at the sky, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She closes them for a second, her gaze quickly back on me. Watching me. Taking in every second.

When she moans again, I lean forward to cover her mouth with my hand to see if she’ll fight me, and instead, she sucks a few of my fingers into her mouth. A ripple of pleasure shoots up the right side of my body. She knows exactly how to push me closer to the edge, right at the tipping point.

Her muscles tighten around me, her pussy milking my cock, and even though I wish I could fuck her all night, I can’t control it anymore. She scratches her nails down my arms as she comes, beautiful and perfect, her hair matted with sweat, wet strands sticking to her forehead. Leaning forward, I brush them away and kiss my way down to her mouth, and not long after, I come so fucking hard my legs are shaking.

I can hardly breathe by the time our lips separate, and without thinking, still inside her and acting purely in the moment, I say, “Come to my game next weekend.”

She smiles so wide it reaches up to her eyes that remind me of a cloudless sky on a warm summer day. “What does that make us?”

“Always thinking, Jade.” Smirking, I shake my head. “It makes you my girl.”

Her smile widens. “I like the sound of that.”

“Like I’d be dumb enough to let another man have what’s mine.”

“You’re so possessive,” she coos.

“When it comes to you I am.”

“Yes,” she says in a hushed tone. “I’ll come to your game. I’d follow you anywhere, Killian.”

Pulling out of her, I wink. “Good. Because you need you to follow me somewhere right now, and you might not like it.”

Chapter Fourteen

Jade

Killian pulls into the parking lot of Knox Motors, and I stare at him confused. “Where are we?”

“Rome owns this place. This is where we hang out most of the time.”

“When you’re not stealing or racing cars.” She chuckles, covering her mouth.

“Yeah, smart ass,” I quip. “You know, your car was the first one I ever stole.”

She snorts. “Well, I guess I should consider myself lucky then.”

“I just mean that I don’t normally do that. My participation is more from the sidelines. We didn’t have a lot of time left that night, and I figured your car was one of the easier ones on the list, so I offered to take it.”

“I still can’t believe you and your friends steal cars for a living. It’s like something from a movie.”

I smirk. “Where do you think movies get their ideas from?”

“Yeah, I know,” I mutter. “It’s just I never thought I’d ever meet someone who does something so dangerous. Aren’t you afraid of getting arrested and spending the rest of your life in jail?”

Killian shakes his head. “Nope. I’ve never been afraid of anything. It’s hard to be afraid to lose things when you don’t have much left to take.”

“You still have your freedom. The possibility of a pro hockey career. Do you want to throw that away to make a few bucks?”

“It’s not a few bucks,” he snaps. “And my friends need my help, at least for now, until I can figure out something more long-term. The chance of going pro is slim. I’m not getting my hopes up for nothing. Until I know my next move, I have to do whatever it takes to survive.”

“How much did you get paid to steal my car?”

“The buyer asked Rome to deliver a certain number of cars,” he says, avoiding the answer to my question. “I had a week to scout them, and the guys had to figure out how we were going to get each one without landing in jail. Yours was an add-on we weren’t expecting.”