I'm Yours (11 page)

His lips dove for one nipple as his hand
reached for the other. Kara arched into his touch as he pulled her
deeper into his mouth. Finding Ian determined to avoid where she
wanted him most, made Kara want to speed things up even more. She
was frantic to have him insider her. While he flicked and pulled
the tips of her breasts, she reached her hands between their bodies
and unbuttoned his jeans. As she slowly, carefully slid the zipper
down over the bulge of his erection, Ian growled against her
skin.

Sneaking her hands inside his boxer briefs,
Kara began to caress the soft skin of his phallus. Spreading the
zipper wide, she lowered his boxers and freed him from the confines
of his pants. She felt him pulsing in her hand and pressed the head
of him against herself as she began to move her hips in small
circles. Slowly, her motions began covering him with her wetness,
readying him to glide easily into her.

“Your tits are perfection a grá,” Ian mumbled
against her breast.

“I thought you were a leg man,” she
teased.

Pulling away to look her in the eye, Ian
wrapped her legs around his hips. Slipping one hand under the skirt
of her dress, he guided himself to her opening. She could tell he
was going to say something before pressing into her and she
couldn’t take any more words, so she took the initiative and slid
herself down. Taking the hardness of him in, Kara squeezed her
inner muscles. Ian sucked in a surprised breath and lifted his
hips, ensuring he was in as far as he could go.

“Having your legs around me is heaven a grá.”
He groaned.

Heaven? Perfection? Which was better? Kara
would have to figure it out later because right now, Ian’s body
demanded all her attention. Ian began pumping slowly up into her as
she continued to straddle his lap. Slowly, she started to press
down as he lifted up. Her movements caused him to thrust up more
vigorously. As soon as Kara held onto Ian’s shoulders for support,
he lifted her skirt with one hand so he could see himself as he
moved in and out of her. Tucking her skirt up inside the bodice of
her dress to leave their joining open to his view, Ian placed his
hands on the bed behind him.

Using his arms and feet as support, Ian
slowly lifted his hips off the bed. The difference in the angle of
his hips caused him to slide even further insider Kara and Ian
reveled in her gasp of pleasure. He wanted her to ride him like she
had before and this would be a better angle for her. For Ian, the
view alone could send him over the edge. His gaze stayed glued to
where he slid in and out of Kara’s body. There was nothing sexier
than watching a woman take him in. The fact that it was Kara only
made it more appealing.

Ian watched the muscles in her thighs quiver
as she picked up her pace. Watching her was so hot, Ian was already
close to exploding. His biceps were also starting to jitter as he
held his body like a plank above the mattress. The flat angle of
his torso and hips would make it so easy for Kara to get herself
off by rubbing against him as she bounced up and down on his shaft.
He’d been so busy watching her pussy pull him in that he forgot how
amazing it was to watch her come. When she started groaning, Ian’s
eyes shot to Kara’s face. Her mouth was open and her head had
fallen back. She was close, so close.

The sight of her face in such pleasure sent
Ian over the edge and he couldn’t pull himself back. A part of Ihim
realized he didn’t want to leave her hanging, but his balls
tightened and his spine tingled. He wouldn’t be able to stop this
orgasm. Even though he was struggling to hold himself up with both
arms, Ian moved his weight all to his left arm. Just as he was
lifting his right arm from the bed to reach between them, he felt
the first spasm of her internal muscles. Pressing his right hand
back to the bed, Ian arched his back as he felt her body milking
him.

A groan fell from his lips as he arched his
back further. He wanted to be as deep inside Kara as he could
possibly get. Her body fell forward as she screamed his name. The
sound of his name on her lips while he felt her powerful orgasm
from insider her body caused Ian to grit his teeth and bite back
words that he wasn’t yet ready to say to Kara. Swallowing the words
back down, Ian collapsed on the bed with Kara still on top of him.
He was still fully imbedded in her as they lay on the bed, both
struggling to catch their breath.

“I think that really gets you off a grá.”

“What does?”

“Being on top. That was a powerful orgasm and
I felt every twitch of those muscles inside your sweet pussy.”

“I do like being in control, but it was the
way you watched yourself that was such a turn on for me this
time.”

“The way I watched myself? Christ! You make
me sound like Narcissus! I was watching the way your pretty little
lips were taking my cock in. I was watching what you do to me, not
just me. I just felt that by the way.”

“What?”

I’m still inside you a grá and very sensitive
from a pretty mind blowing orgasm. I felt your tight little channel
clench when I said ‘cock’. I now have proof that you love it when I
talk dirty.”

“I never said I didn’t like it.”

“No, but you act all scandalized.”

“How would you have me act when you talk like
that?”

“Well, you could whisper dirty things into my
ear in reply. You could stick your hand down my pants to show me
how much you want my cock. Aha! It worked again. You love cock!
Aaah, I better stop saying it or you’re going to make me hard
again.”

“Ian!”

“Come on baby, admit it! You love it when I
talk dirty.”

“It…turns me on when you talk dirty.”

“That’s exactly what it’s meant to do, love.
Now…tell me you love my cock!”

Kara pushed herself up and got off of Ian. He
made a disappointed sound and tried to grab her, but she lunged
away from the bed. After cleaning herself up and straightening her
clothes, Kara walked back into the room to find Ian looking down at
his phone with a frown on his face. After pulling her panties back
on, Kara tossed Ian his shirt.

“What’s the matter?” she asked as she sat on
the bed and curled into his side.

“I tried to text Connor but haven’t had a
reply yet. I like the idea of having another set of eyes watching
over you.”

Ian smoothed his hands over her back as Kara
considered their options. Maybe his cousin Connor could take her
back to Chicago so Ian could go help Ronan. She knew she should
offer to do that, but when she thought about Ian getting hurt, she
wanted to throw up. She had a sinking feeling she was in love with
him. Even worse, she suspected he was more turned on by the
intrigue and danger than he was by her. She was about to offer to
leave when there was a knock at the door. When she pulled away,
Ian’s eyebrows were drawn together as if he were confused or
worried. He put his index finger to his lips telling her to be
quiet.

“Connor?” she whispered in his ear.

“He’s supposed to watch, not visit,” Ian
whispered as he set her on the bed.

Kara watched as Ian lifted the leg of his
jeans and pulled out his gun before scooting to the edge of the
bed. Trying not to look like a scared rabbit, Kara kept her eyes
trained on the gun. She’d never seen one in real life until a few
days ago. She would never get used to Ian waving one around.

“Bathroom, now!” he commanded quietly as he
stood from the bed. She stood but didn’t move away. “Now!” he
whispered again.

Kara tiptoed to the bathroom door then turned
to look at Ian. He made a motion for her to go all the way into the
bathroom while he crept to the door. As she stood in the bathroom,
Kara prayed it was just Connor letting Ian know he was there. Kara
heard a loud crash and a grunt but it didn’t sound like a gunshot.
Before she could stop herself she ran out into the room. Three
large men came into the room and she could see they had broken the
door down and crushed Ian between the door and the wall.

“Ian!” She screamed trying to get to him.

“Ian?” one of the hulks grabbed her mid run
and threw her over his shoulder.

“I thought we were looking for Ronan,”
another hulk said and she knew Ian was right. They had mistaken him
for Ronan.

“That’s not Ronan!” she screamed hoping it
would stop them from killing Ian.

Kara twisted to see the man in front of Ian
lower his gun and she almost fainted with relief. Ian looked hurt
and his head was slumped down on his chest. But she could see his
head bobbing up and down a little as he breathed.

“Check his wallet,” one of the men suggested
as they took the gun from Ian’s limp hand.

Two of the men picked Ian up and threw him on
the bed. Kara struggled to get down and see if anything was broken.
She knew he shouldn’t be moved if anything was broken. One of the
men rolled Ian over and dug his wallet out of his back pocket. When
the man flipped open Ian’s wallet and saw his ID, he looked pissed.
His head came up and he speared her with his creepy gaze.

“Where’s Ronan!” he demanded.

“Oh like I know. They speak Irish in front of
me. I don’t know what they’re saying.”

“We’ll see,” he said as he motioned for the
hulk carrying her to take her out of the room.

“Ian,” she screamed again worried they would
leave him there unconscious.

She realized too late that he would probably
be safer if they did leave him and she truly knew nothing. The
other two men hefted Ian off the bed; they put him between the two
of them and put his baseball cap on his head. He looked as if he
were drunk instead of unconscious. Kara began to squirm and try to
get free. She opened her mouth to scream and one of the hulks
carrying Ian told her “If you scream, I’ll shoot him.” Well that
took the wind out of her sails. Especially when she saw he had a
gun pointed to Ian’s side. It looked like he had a silencer on it
too, but she’d never seen one in real life.

As they carried her down, Kara kept her eyes
on Ian looking for any signs he would wake up. She also was looking
around the parking lot to try to see if Connor had arrived and
could get word to Ronan and Quinn that she and Ian had been
kidnapped. Desperately she looked at all the cars parked in the lot
to see if anyone was in them, but they were all empty. She could
feel panic rising up in her, but then she remembered she had a
phone in her bra.

She was wearing her little sundress so she
hadn’t had pockets. She’d tucked the phone and the little knife Ian
had gotten for her into her bra. She could only hope they didn’t
strip-search her or that they didn’t fall out as the hulk beneath
her jostled her with every step. She didn’t have Quinn’s number but
maybe soon Connor would come and search their hotel room and find
Ian’s phone. She could try to call it. She watched the two hulks
throw Ian in the back of their SUV and they threw her in after him.
She had to stay calm and watch where they were going so she could
tell Ronan or Quinn. She tried to reach for Ian but one of the
hulks grabbed her wrists and tied them together with a zip tie.

“Tie her legs too,” one of the other hulks
said

“Why, she’s not going to leave her husband,
are you sweetheart,” he asked Kara.

She shook her head and closed her hand around
her fake wedding band. Maybe they had come in handy. Just as she
thought that, the hulk that had said to tie her legs did just that.
She was grateful they had tied her hands in front of her body
instead of in back. They laid her down and pulled a screen over her
and Ian so she couldn’t see where they were going and if anyone
could even see through the tinted windows, they wouldn’t see there
were two people in the back of the car.

Since she couldn’t see where they were going,
Kara tried to concentrate on which way they were turning. She
turned to lie on her stomach and get her bearings. OK that was a
left out of the parking lot, straight for quite a while then
another left. As she concentrated on the route, Ian began to stir.
Luckily the hulks had the radio on so she tried to calm him down
before he started being loud.

“Shh,” she whispered in his ear, as the SUV
turned right.

She saw Ian open his eyes and was so relieved
she almost missed the left turn the car made. Kara moved close to
Ian and leaned in to his ear.

“Are you hurt? Do you think anything’s
broken?”

“Just my pride.”

“Oh Ian, now’s not the time.”

“Where are we?”

“In the back of their car and I didn’t see
Connor.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. He should have
been there. He’s probably following us.”

“Are you sure?”

Ian nodded. He didn’t want Kara to panic.
Most likely Connor was tailing them and if not he’d figure out a
way to get them out of this. He wouldn’t let Kara get hurt. He was
grateful to be alive, but he was a little confused. He thought for
sure these guys wanted his brother dead. He knew he’d been lucky to
be jumped outside his brother’s house rather than shot. Those thugs
had just been there to watch the house. They probably hadn’t
expected Ronan to come strolling home with his cover blown.

“They know I’m not Ronan?”

Kara nodded and he knew it was because of
her. Hell, he was supposed to protect her and she’d probably just
saved his miserable life.

“Did they hurt you?”

“No, but they want to know where Ronan is.
You should pretend to still be knocked out Ian or they might try to
beat it out of you.”

“Worried about me grá?” The thought warmed
him.

“Ian!”

“OK, OK, I’ll play sleeping beauty, but you
keep talking once they pull us out. If they try to separate us, I’m
coming after you.”

“Ian, your hands are tied.”

“These are just cable ties grá, I can break
these. Even if it’s just clearing your throat, if you want my eyes
closed you make a noise.”