“Kenny, it’s no big deal.”
“Stop talking, Lena, and start listening to me.” He loosened his hold on her arms and stared at her. His eyes roamed over her breasts as she inhaled then exhaled slowly. She was totally aware of this aggressive, macho, Alpha male in front of her and on her bed. He looked sexy, and as she parted her lips, he cupped her cheek with his hand. She closed her eyes, absorbing his touch. The sensation that brought her peace last night and allowed her a decent night’s sleep was back again. It felt right. He caressed her lower lip with his thumb.
“I am so pissed off at you, Lena. I could toss you over my knee and paddle that ass of yours for what you did.”
Her eyes widened in shock. He would do that to her?
“Don’t look at me like that. I care about you and so do Quinn and Blake. I’m done pussyfooting around my feelings for you. You could have been raped last night, beaten and left for dead. I warned you about working at Rocky’s. They could have easily followed you on that damn bike of yours. You’re thickheaded, and damn it, you are finished working at Rocky’s!”
She went to sit up to argue, but Kenny cupped the back of her head and covered her mouth with his own.
His kiss was demanding and invasive. It was hot and made her entire body melt into his hold. She kissed him back, determined to not allow him complete control. She didn’t give up control easily.
He ravaged her mouth. His tongue explored every inch of it while he pulled her up and across his lap to cradle her in his arms.
As she kissed him back trying to fight him for control, she shifted her rear, and he grabbed her hips and lifted her up so that she straddled his waist. His gun and holster, handcuffs, and other gadgets scraped against her inner thighs, eliciting a moan from her, caused by her oversensitive flesh.
He cupped her right breast under her camisole and grabbed a handful. Squeezing, kneading her flesh, making her rock her hips against his.
He released her lips to suck and kiss along her collarbone.
“Fuck, Lena, you taste so good and feel incredible,” he told her as she tilted her head back so he could gain better access to her body.
“Oh God, Kenny, you have to stop. We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, and her words were forced. It wasn’t what she really wanted. She wanted him, undressed, naked in her bed. She ran her hands up his hard, muscular chest. He felt like stone, and his shoulders were as big as a linebacker’s.
She was petite compared to any of the Jones brothers. That was when the fear and concern hit her belly. Why was Kenny being so possessive of her and controlling? Why, when she thought of him, did she think of Blake and Quinn?
She lifted up, and Kenny took that moment to push her shirt up and latch on to her left breast with teeth and tongue. She moaned as she felt the moisture hit her pussy, and she clenched her legs against his thighs.
“Kenny, please,” she panted as she gripped his shoulders.
His hands continued to rub along her lower back, then under her shorts to her ass. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh.
“Kenny, we have to stop,” she told him as she pulled away, causing his mouth to part from her very swollen and aroused bosom.
She pulled her camisole down and tried to get up, but Kenny held her firmly on his lap.
“You are so beautiful, Lena. God, I’ve dreamt about tasting you and touching you like this.” He leaned up and kissed her again on the lips. The kiss grew deeper, and once again he was taking control of her body, making her want things she shouldn’t want. Not when she had feelings for him and his brothers. Not while she was trying to make a new life for herself. She wouldn’t start with this anger at not being able to control her life.
She pulled her lips away from his, climbed off of him, and stood up. Her breasts were level with his chest. Glancing down at his size and muscular forearms, her eyes lingered over his crotch. The man was sporting a thick, hard erection. He squeezed her ass, pulling her against him, and she felt it. Lena grabbed his shoulders.
“That was unexpected,” she whispered, and he smirked as he continued to massage her ass.
She tried to step back, but he tightened his hold and crunched up his eyebrows.
“Unexpected? Damn, Lena, you’re so sweet and innocent. No wonder you think you can handle yourself against men like Derrick and his asshole friends.”
She was insulted as she reached back to pull his hands from her ass. He released her, and she fixed her top and her shorts.
“I’ve been taking care of myself for years, Kenny.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about taking care of yourself anymore. Not with me, Quinn, and Blake around.” She gasped at his audacity. Was he insinuating that she would easily accept such a relationship as what they were used to? A ménage? What the fuck?
Before she could begin to lose her temper, they heard knocking on the front door. Kenny wiped his mouth then winked at her. “I’ll get that.”
“While you’re getting that, you can let yourself out, Kenny,” she stated firmly.
“Not a chance in hell, darling,” he stated over his shoulder as he winked at her.