Nailed - Opal Carew Page 0,54

the feminine scraps of lace and now stood before him naked. His heart pounded and his cock ached to be inside her.

He dropped his pants and boxers, never tearing his gaze from her. Her nipples were puckered and hard. Her exposed pussy set him on fire. He needed to drive his aching cock into her right now.

To claim her as his own.

He dragged her to him and took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, backing her up to the wall. But he could imagine he tasted Will on her lips and that sent a new surge of rage through him. When he released her mouth, he couldn’t stand looking at her, knowing she had betrayed him, so he spun her around, pushing her hard against the wall, then glided his hard, aching cock between her thighs.

Fuck, her slickness glazed his shaft.

But was it for him, or because of Will?

* * *

Kane’s big body held River tight to the wall, her breasts crushed against the cool surface, her cheek hard against it. The feel of his cock gliding over her wet slit made her heart pump faster.

Oh, God, she wanted him inside her. Even as angry as he was. He pressed his cockhead to her opening, and then drove into her. Hard.

She gasped. His body crushed her against the wall, and then he drew back.

Then he surged forward again.

Her insides vibrated with need.

He drew back and thrust again. Then again.

He took her fast and hard, his powerful shaft pounding into her over and over.

Wild, primal pleasure surged through her. Pulsing through her veins like liquid fire.

His mouth found her neck and he nipped, making her gasp.

Then he erupted inside her, groaning. The fountain of heat within her depths threw her over the edge. She wailed her release as he kept driving into her.

She was still trapped against the wall by his big body. She could feel his heart thumping against her.

It felt like they stood there forever, their bodies joined. Their heartbeats in sync.

Finally, he pulled away. His cock slid from inside her and she ached at the emptiness.

Then he just walked away. She heard a door close. When she finally pushed herself from the wall, her knees were rubbery. She picked up her clothes and pulled them on, then picked up his discarded pants and folded them, then set them on the chair.

Oh, God, she didn’t want to think about the repercussions of that one kiss between her and Will. She didn’t even understand how it had happened, but now she was afraid that Kane and Will would lose even more than they already had.

Would Kane end their friendship for good?

And as much as she cared about that, her heart ached even more for herself, because she knew that she would never be more to Kane than his fake wife, there for sexual release and societal propriety. He would never actually love her.

Which was all the worse because, deep inside, she knew she was in love with him.

* * *

River went out to the pool and retrieved the boxes of polish she and Will had left there. It was getting dark out now. It took a couple of trips to bring them in and she set them on a shelf Kane had cleared away for that purpose in the big walk-in closet in the hallway. She cleared the dishes and tidied up, ensuring the wine bottle was out of sight in the recycle bin, and generally making sure there was no sign that Will had been here.

She glanced around, unsure what to do now. She didn’t want to sit in the living room on her own, knowing Kane might just reappear, wanting to talk. She just couldn’t face that right now. And she couldn’t face climbing into bed with him.

So she went to the guest room and undressed, then climbed into bed. When she woke up in the morning, Kane was gone again. The master bedroom door was open and she saw his suitcase laying open on the love seat by the fireplace. She hung up his suits and put his other clothes in the hamper, then put the suitcase away.

She spent the day making more nail polish, but ensured everything was cleaned up by five o’clock, and then started making dinner. She just made a simple chicken casserole. She didn’t know how to make the fancy food he was probably used to, but it was her best recipe.

When he finally arrived, she glanced at him nervously, but he just