The last thing Journee expected during girls' night was to run into her ex. What she expected even less was for Killian to step in on her behalf. She’s grateful for the help, but she isn’t a fan of the way this man she’s recently met has her body responding to him.When Axel told Killian they should all get together, he thought it would be like any other time they’d done so. He didn’t think he lay eyes on the most alluring woman he’d ever seen in his life... moreThe last thing Journee expected during girls' night was to run into her ex. What she expected even less was for Killian to step in on her behalf. She’s grateful for the help, but she isn’t a fan of the way this man she’s recently met has her body responding to him.When Axel told Killian they should all get together, he thought it would be like any other time they’d done so. He didn’t think he lay eyes on the most alluring woman he’d ever seen in his life. His attraction to her is undeniable, and he soon finds himself extending his stay.Journee was used to taking care of everything for everyone and being the one who compromised in her relationships to make them work. That is until Killian stepped into her path and was hellbent on showing her what letting him lead and please her looked like. He was dominance on legs, and Journee found herself submitting surprisingly, with no protests.Killian was out to satisfy their physical cravings. He hadn’t expected to want more than that, but sometimes life has a way of morphing desires and changing hearts. Contains strong language, detailed explicit sexual content, and mild violence.Killian handed her the smaller of the two bows and an arrow. He guided Journee’s hands and arms, positioning her the way she needed to be, and his lips came to her ear on the opposite side of her face.“Loosen up on the arrow. You want to hold it, not grip it.”Journee felt a shiver go down her spine. It didn’t matter how often she heard his voice, how many times he’d whispered in her ear; she’d never get used to it. Because each time he did it, Journee was transported back to the bowling alley where he’d brought her to orgasm from talking to her.She followed his instructions, letting up on her grip at the end of the arrow. When she held it comfortably in her hand, she gave a little nod to let him know she’d complied with his suggestion.“Imagine where you want the arrow to go; breath in, and when you exhale, release it.”“Just release it?” she questioned.“Yes. Don’t try to snap it; just let it go. The tension from the bow will propel it forward.”Journee took in a breath, holding it for a moment. As she released it, she felt Killian nip at her earlobe, and she gasped lightly as she let the arrow go. It sailed forward and stuck into the outermost section of the target.“That was good for your first try,” Killian responded, stepping away to grab another arrow and hand it to her. He positioned her as he had before. “Try again.”Journee focused on the target, reminding herself not to grip the end of the arrow but to hold it. She paused for a moment to fix that. She was about to attempt her second shot when Killian spoke, his lips to her ear again.“This time, slightly turn your body to the left and shift the bow a little.”As he spoke, he placed his hands on her hips, shifting her body for her as Journee moved the bow a little. When he didn’t say anything, she took a deep breath, and this time as she exhaled, Journee felt Killian’s teeth graze her neck. She couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her as she released the arrow, barely clipping the target.Journee glared over her shoulder at him. “Go stand over there,” she told him, pointing in a random direction. “You’re distracting me.”Killian held his hands up in surrender, took a few steps back, and she grabbed an arrow. Journee got into position, looking over her shoulder to ensure he was still giving her space. She was exhaling, preparing to release the arrow, when she felt a hand around her neck and his tongue against her earlobe. Again, Journee moaned, this time a little louder than before, her arrow veering far from the target.“Killian,” she whined, and he chuckled, releasing her neck. less
