No Quarter - Kelli Jean Page 0,124

this.”

“I have nothin’ to say to him,” he replied stubbornly.

“Well, it seems as though he really needs to say something to you.”

“I’m done talkin’ about this.”

“All right.” I pushed myself off of him. Grabbing a joint, I handed it to him to spark up.

This whole situation between him and GianFranco would have to be resolved one day. I had the feeling the guy wouldn’t relent until he got to speak with Phil. GianFranco seemed tenacious enough to accomplish his goal.

“Kenna,” said Phil, looking at me and knowing that I was thinking about the man. “You don’t know him. Hell, I thought I knew him once, and it just goes to show I had no clue who he really was.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it,” I said, taking the joint from him.

He nodded. “I don’t want you thinkin’ about him either.” He scooted closer to me, reaching out and pulling my hair into a twist and then wrapping it around his fist. “I want you thinkin’ about me.”

“I am thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.”

That made him smile. With his free hand, he took back the spliff, hitting it deeply. His lips were so perfect, just the right amount of fullness without being overly feminine. I loved how they could twist and turn cruel, yet they could show a purity, a charming innocence when he smiled.

“What are you thinking about now?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I was thinking you have a very pretty mouth.”

Both eyebrows rose up in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Don’t tell anyone, all right? My hardcore reputation would be ruined.”

“I don’t need to tell anyone, Phil. They can see it for themselves.”

He grinned, which made me grin. We finished the spliff, and he pulled me into his arms, taking utter possession of my mouth. Within minutes, we were both hot and bothered for each other.

Led Zeppelin III came on, the “Immigrant Song” surrounding and filling us.

He grinned at me wickedly and sat back, crossing his legs. “Come here.”

Crawling into his lap just as “Friends” started, I faced him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He was singing to me as he lifted me slightly, positioning himself, and letting me slide down the stiff length of him.

“You know how you squeeze the fuck outta me with your cunt?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“I love that shit. If I sing to you, you think you could keep the beat on my dick?”

“All right.” I laughed. Closing my eyes, I focused my attention on the feel of him so deep and hard inside me.

His arms wound around me, and he dropped his Third Eye to mine. I started squeezing and pulsing in time with the music, and he started singing.

“Since I’ve Been Loving You” came on, and that was a sexy, if somewhat depressing song. But “Out on the Tiles” followed, and that one was fun for both of us. I couldn’t help but sing it with him, and the groovy guitar was the inspiration to clamp and pulse around him.

“Oh, fuck!” He laughed, so carefree, so joyous. It was such a gorgeous sound, so deep and from the heart.

My own laughter joined his.

“Gallows Pole” began. He sang, I pulsed, and it made us go wild. Phil pulled me flush to his chest, burying his face in my neck, thrusting and rocking slightly to the hearty beat in the music.

“Come for me,” he whispered, one hand tangling in my hair while his other arm anchored me closer to him. “I want to feel you come.”

“Make me,” I whispered back.

Sweet “Tangerine” caressed its way into the room.

Phil shifted, pressed me back into the bed, and sang, all the while making love to me. I let go, I gave into him, surrendered it all to this wonderful, beautiful dark God above me. My lover, my master, my slave, my other half, my whole life, my best friend, my past, present, and my whole future—he was all of it. He was my everything.

And he knew it.

The fear that he would ever lose me had left him. He knew I was his, always. I felt the peace flood him as he realized this, felt him let go, too. There really was nothing standing unspoken between us anymore.

“Wow,” he breathed, feeling me as I started to peak.

We were tangled and knotted together, rocking into and against each other, swept up in the same tide. He was coming with me, to that place beyond heaven, always together.

“Kenna, wake up.”

“Ungh.”

“Seriously, I’m headin’ out for a few hours.

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