Free Deep Trouble: A MacKenzie Family Novella (The MacKenzie Family) by Kimberly Kincaid Page A

pussy, and he gave in to the dark, deep urge to make her come. Without breaking the rhythm of their hips, Devon moved one hand from her thigh, burying his thumb in her folds just above where they joined.
    Her nails curved into his wrists, the sting all pleasure. “Don’t stop,” she begged, her hips jerking upward to chase the movement of his fingers on her clit. “Please, just…”
    The rest broke from Kylie’s throat on a cry. Her back arched, her body bowstring tight with the power of her climax as she came apart beneath him.
    “That’s it, baby. Jesus, you’re so beautiful,” Devon whispered, covering her body with his to let the words fall over her skin and into her hair. He kissed her, searching for God only knew what, and a moment later, she began to move again. Dark pleasure uncurled at the base of Devon’s spine, and he moved with her, thrust for thrust. Kylie dropped her hands to the comforter, curling the fabric in tight fists and locking her ankles around his hips to hold him deep inside.
    Too close. Too perfect. Too much . He anchored his hands beside her on the mattress, pumping relentlessly as his orgasm razored up from his balls, the release so strong that it bordered on pain. Filling her to the hilt, his breath turned into her name, tumbling past his lips over and over as he came hard enough to see stars.
    For a minute, an hour—fuck, it could’ve been a month—there was nothing but him and Kylie. Then Devon filtered back to the motel room, detail by detail, bit by bit. After a quick trip to the bathroom to deal with the condom, he returned to the bed, the reality of what they’d done, what he’d done, already spinning up in his mind.
    But Kylie just pulled back the covers, reaching out to him with a warm, lazy smile, and his unease became something else entirely.
    “We’re safe here, right?” she asked. “For a couple of hours?”
    “Yeah.” Even though he knew he shouldn’t, he slid into the bed next to her and wrapped her in his arms. “I’ve got you, Kylie. You’re safe. I swear.”
    Devon had never meant anything more. Even if he had to die to prove it.
     

Chapter Seven
    Kylie slipped the last of her toiletries into her purse, giving her reflection one final look in the smudgy glass over the bathroom sink. The drastic change in her appearance still felt surreal, as if she were looking into a trick mirror that spit back someone else’s image entirely.
    Although between the life and death danger she’d endured last night, the impromptu hair hack, and the undeniable post-sex glow lighting up every corner of her face, the concept of Kylie being a totally different person than yesterday really wasn’t much of a stretch.
    “You almost ready?”
    Devon’s voice was quiet and serious, just as he’d been since they’d woken up from their power nap twenty minutes ago. Between their pair of fast showers and the couple of protein bars they’d thrown back while packing up the room, she and Devon hadn’t had much of a chance to exchange more conversation than was necessary. But even though sleeping with him had been impulsive, Kylie had no regrets, and she’d be damned if she’d let him crawl back into that rough, gruff shell of his just because she was his buddy’s little sister and they’d had some really hot, really consensual sex.
    Holy mother of God, the sex had been incendiary.
    “Yeah. Listen, Devon.” She paused to follow him over the threshold and into the main room, the sight of the rumpled bedsheets sending a bloom of involuntary heat between her legs. “Before we go, I just want to make sure we’re good.”
    His shoulders tightened just a fraction beneath the black cotton of his T-shirt, but the look on his face betrayed nothing. “Of course. I’ll do whatever’s necessary to keep you safe.”
    “I know,” Kylie said, her answer both automatic and truthful. “That’s not what I mean, though. I want to make sure we’re good. Me and you.”
    For a minute,