I'm Yours (8 page)

Once they left the motel, they found a small
grocery store where they got lunchmeat, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes,
mayonnaise, ice, and some snacks. After that they set out in search
of a new place to hide. They ended up driving around a lot through
back roads along the shore of Lake Michigan.

Ian was pretty secure that they weren’t being
watched or followed, but in a situation like this, you could never
be too safe. When they came across some small cabins by the lake
advertising a vacancy, he pulled into a dirt driveway. Leaving Kara
in the car, Ian quickly secured a cabin with a deposit and the
nightly fee. The place was more of a campground with cabins than
anything so the man didn’t even raise an eyebrow at Ian paying in
cash.

As soon as they were back settled in the
cabin, Ronan called to check in and say all was well. Once he was
off the phone, Ian told Kara he needed a shower. It was true in
more ways than one. He knew Kara was watching TV in the bed as he
struggled with what to do. He was considering bringing a sleeping
bag into the cabin so he could sleep on the floor. Being in bed
with Kara might be too much. Ever since he’d put that ring on his
finger, his mind kept chanting mianach, mianach, mianach. He wanted
her to be his, but he had to figure out exactly what that meant and
what the chances were that she’d say yes.

As he stood under the hot water of the
shower, Ian thought about Kara lying in the bed. He pictured her in
that tight little T-shirt and some of those new panties she had
bought with the lace. Or better yet, in nothing at all. That was
all it took. He knew the shape of her body and he remembered
earlier today when his chest had been pressed against hers. He’d
felt the softness of her as she cushioned him. He’d felt her
nipples harden against him.

He bit back a groan as he moved his hand up
and down his erection. He leaned one hand against the wall of the
shower as he used his other hand to jack himself off. All the while
thinking about Kara and what it would feel like if it were her hand
on him or her mouth moving wetly up and down his shaft. When he
thought about what it would feel like to plunge inside of her, his
hand squeezed a little tighter and moved a little faster until he
came. He leaned on the arm braced against the wall as he waited for
more strength to return to his legs. This would have to become a
daily routine while he and Kara were sharing a room.

Kara heard a grunt from the shower and
wondered if Ian was OK. She was getting so nervous she was half
sure she’d chicken out on this seduction she was considering. What
if he turned her down? How should she even ask anyway? She needed
to be honest with herself. She was hoping she wouldn’t have to ask.
She was hoping Ian would take the lead. After all, when they’d
kissed earlier, he had said they would finish later. But if he
didn’t, she’d need a plan. When Ian came out of the bathroom in the
sweats he’d been wearing this morning Kara libido overruled her
insecurities.

She took her turn in the bathroom leaving her
hair up and only wanting to wash her body so she would smell fresh.
When she saw the bathtub, she figured that she’d take a few minutes
to soak and relax. After her bath, she put on lotion, took her hair
down and ran her fingers through to help untangle it. She put on
the little T-shirt Meryl had lent her and put back on her panties
she’d been wearing today. It only made sense; it was not practical
to put on new clothes to sleep in.

Ian was sitting up in bed watching the news
when he heard the bathroom door open. It took all his willpower but
he didn’t look. Kara was modest so she was probably wearing her new
shirt and the pants Meryl had lent her, but he also knew she’d be
soft and warm from her bath and that she most likely wasn’t wearing
a bra to bed. He again considered going out to get the sleeping
bag. He probably should have done it while she was in the bathroom
but he’d figured he’d be OK since he had gotten his rocks off
during his shower.

“Do you want me to leave the bathroom light
on,” she asked from the doorway.

“No, it’s best to have it dark…”

Her question had drawn his eyes to her. She
was standing in the doorway, the only real light coming from the
bathroom behind her. She was only wearing the little blue T-shirt
and her panties. All his good intentions were shot to hell as his
cock stood up to salute her amazingly curvy body. The light cut
through the T-shirt and made it sheer. He could clearly see the
outline of her nipples as she turned off the bathroom light and he
could have kicked his own ass for telling her to do it. She walked
to the bed and slid under the covers as he tried to pry his eyes
away from her and back to the TV.

“Do you think we’re really safe Ian?”

“I’m not sure we’re really safe, but we’re
safe enough for the moment.”

“Is it safe enough for us both to sleep or
should we take shifts?”

He could see her eyes were drawn to the gun
he’d set on the nightstand next to his pillow. He wanted to tell
her sleep was the last thing on his mind, but she looked like she
needed to be comforted.

“We’re safe enough that we can both
sleep.”

“What about Ronan? Do you think he’s OK?”

“I won’t know that until I see him. I’m
worried that he thinks it’s not safe for us to be with him, but he
said Quinn is his backup.”

“Quinn?”

“Quinn is one of Liam and Meryl’s brothers
and the oldest of all the cousins. My father died when I was
younger so in our family it’s only me and Ronan, but my Da had four
brothers and we have a lot of cousins. Liam, Meryl, Quinn, and
Kieran are one lot. Liam, Quinn, Kieran and I have all backed Ronan
up on occasion, as have most the male cousins. Sometimes when you
don’t know who you can trust, you have to call on family. You can
trust family with your life. If Ronan called in Quinn it’s because
he doesn’t know who he can trust.”

“What does Quinn do? Is he a police
officer?”

“No, but he was trained in military
combat.”

“He was in the Army?”

“No, he wasn’t in the US military but he was
trained in combat. He’s one tough son of a bitch and he made sure
to teach all us boys how to take care of ourselves especially Ronan
and me since Da died.”

Kara knew about Ian’s dad. Ronan said Ian was
very close to his father and had taken his death very hard. Ronan
had also told her that’s why they’d come to America, to be near
family.

“Does he look like Liam and Meryl?”

“What do you mean?”

“The black hair and blue eyes and they’re
both gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous? I think Liam’s uglier than a
horse’s ass, maybe that’s because I know him better than you do,
but Meryl, she’s a beauty. Kiernan looks a lot like Liam but in a
softer way, he’s not as hard as Liam or Quinn. Quinn’s taller than
Liam, tall as me but a little bigger and he’s the hardest of the
brothers, but he’s got a soft spot for Meryl.”

“Who wouldn’t? She’s young and sweet and so
pretty.”

“Aye. Should we watch a movie then or are you
ready for bed?”

“I’m not tired, let’s watch a movie.”

Ian flipped through the channels but his eyes
kept straying to Kara. The blankets were tucked nicely under her
breasts and even in the dim light of the TV her shirt was sheer
enough that he could see the darker color of her nipples against
her milky white skin. The pressure he’d relieved in the shower was
slowly building back up and he could feel his cock pulsing against
his sweats. Part of him wanted to watch the rise and fall of her
breaths all night. Another part wanted to cover the temptation so
that he wouldn’t reach out and touch her.

As they watched a movie on HBO, Ian could
feel Kara falling asleep beside him. It was for the best. Once her
breathing evened out he relaxed a little, but looked freely at her
body. He wasn’t sure he’d get any sleep tonight unless maybe he
took another shower, this time a cold one. After a few minutes,
Kara seemed to gravitate toward him and cuddled up to his side.
He’d been sitting up against the headboard, but he slid down so he
was lying next to her. She pressed herself against him in sleep and
he pulled her into his arms and gently kissed the top of her
head.

So this is what it would be like to sleep
with Kara. He’d always wondered. She was soft and warm and he
figured she must be having an erotic dream because he could feel
her hardened nipples pressing into his side. When she resettled
herself and moaned what sounded like his name, he felt his sweats
tighten further and start to get damp from his pre-cum. He lay
there for a long time, just watching her sleep while his body cried
out for release.

When the phone rang on the nightstand next to
Ian, Kara must have thought it was her alarm so she stretched out
to reach for it before he had a chance to turn and pick it up.
Because she was groping in her sleep, Ian got to the phone first,
but Kara had crawled on top of him and was pressed against him from
shoulder to hip. He had no doubt she could feel how hard he was as
his cock pressed against the softness of her stomach. Her eyes
popped open directly above him as they stared at each other.

The phone rang again and Kara started to move
off of Ian but he quickly wrapped an arm around her waist like a
vice. Maybe he’d lie through his teeth and claim sleepiness, but he
wasn’t ready to let her go. As he held her still on top of him, Ian
answered the phone.

“Go bhfuil tú sábháilte?” Ian asked Ronan

“Yes, safe for now. I’ll call again in
four.”

“OK.”

After his quick check in with Ronan, Ian hung
up the phone and threw it back on the nightstand. He rolled them
over so he was on top, pinning her down against the mattress. He
looked down into Kara’s still sleepy eyes. He could see that her
pupils were dilated either from the dream or from him lying on top
of her. He took her arms and moved them above her head, which
caused her back to arch. Groaning at the feel of her beneath him,
he was surprised when she pressed against him. He spread her legs
with one of his and settled himself between them. She moaned and
arched against him. Maybe she’d hate him in the morning, but he
couldn’t back away, not this time.

“You must have been having some dream grá.”
He whispered as his face hovered just above hers.

“Why?”

“You moaned my name in your sleep.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t Liam I was
saying?”

Jealousy hit him so hard so he pulled back
from her as if he’d been slapped. He almost felt like he had until
he saw the mischief in her eyes.

“I’m not opposed to teasing Kara, but now’s
not the time. I need to be inside of you grá.”

“Yes,” she moaned as she began to move her
hips and rub herself up and down his cock.

Ian pressed himself against her, matching her
rhythm. He held both her wrists in one of his hands so his other
hand was free to pull up her shirt. The low light of the TV wasn’t
enough. He wanted to see every inch of her. He wanted all the
lights on, but he didn’t want to chance her changing her mind. If
this was a one-time lapse in judgment on her part, he wanted to be
able to memorize the sight of her body but he’d have to settle for
memorizing the feel of her.

Kara could feel his erection pulsing against
her as he rubbed along her clit and it felt so good, but it wasn’t
enough. She felt empty and she needed him inside her. She would
have slipped out of her panties, but Ian had her pinned down. He
kept pressing his hips into her in a slow tantalizing rhythm. He’d
pushed her T-shirt up to bare her breasts to the cool air of the
cabin, but then he pressed his chest against her, skin to skin.
With each flex of his hips, his chest hair abraded her nipples and
she was writhing underneath him. She couldn’t think of anything
that had ever felt as good as Ian pressed against her. She was
panting as he kissed along her jaw.

When his lips reached hers, his tongue moved
into her mouth matching the beat of his hips against her. Though he
kept both her wrists in one hand, his other hand explored her body.
Everywhere he touched began to burn with need. Only with Ian did
her entire body become one big erogenous zone. She wanted his touch
everywhere.

“Ian,” she moaned.

“Not Liam,” he teased as his hand slid down
between them, under the waist of her panties.

“You said…oh God! No teasing. I thought you
wanted to be inside me.”

“Kara, I want that more than anything, but I
don’t have any condoms.”

“What? Why?”

“I told you, I don’t have one night stands. I
don’t pack around a rubber in my wallet.”

“Why didn’t you say something when we were in
the store?”

“I never thought you’d let me inside you when
we were at the store.”

Her response was a moan as he continued to
run his fingertips over the sensitive, engorged skin of her labia.
He couldn’t get enough of her. When his fingers slid down further,
he groaned. She was so wet for him and it was killing him not to
sink into her warm body and lose himself.

“There are other ways a grá.”

With that, he let go of her wrists and
whipped her shirt off. Then before she could complain, he pulled
away from her to slide her panties down her legs and off. Her legs
fell apart as she must have expected him to drop back between them.
When he didn’t she looked up at him. He stood watching her as he
pulled off his sweats. She was beautiful. She looked more tempting
than his most detailed fantasy of her. Her eyes were heavy with
want as she looked up and down his naked body. Her gaze aroused him
so sharply it was almost as if she’d touched him. He knew it would
be easy to find a way to satisfy her even without pressing into
her. For him, well even though his body cried out for her if all he
got out of this was her satisfaction, the memory would no doubt be
better than any fantasy he’d been able to conjure.