Her eyes widen and a giant smile creeps across her face, and she quickly responds, “Night, Nix.”
“Night, Ken.”
When she closes her eyes, I can finally relax. Pulling her tighter to my body, I stroke her back in long, slow movements until her breathing deepens. When the erratic breaths calm to an even pace, I know she’s asleep. I’ll wait another thirty minutes before implementing my plan.
She’s already expecting me to wake her, but she doesn’t quite understand what I have in store. It has nothing to do with my mouth on her sweet, wet cunt. Oh, no. That would be too easy and too pleasurable for her. I’m getting answers and will use any means necessary to obtain them.
15
Kennedy
I never would have peggedNix as a cuddler. In a matter of hours, he’s gone from promising to fuck me so well I can’t walk tomorrow to spooning me instead.
Not that I’m complaining about the oral I got on his coffee table. That was epic, and I kinda hope his little pet Coco sees the pussy print left behind on the glass tabletop. If only I could be here when she sees it so I could tell her that’s what’s up.
Nix may see her as a little sister type, but does she see him in the same light? I don’t think so. I detect jealousy from her.
It’s not as hard to relax as I thought it would be. After the adrenaline rush of my run-in with Grayson at the club earlier and then Nix thinking he was going to show me how defenseless I am by jumping me on his couch, I’m tired.
I’m also relaxed and satisfied. Nix ended my long sexual dry spell in a very hot way tonight. Even though I’m still feeling greedy for his cock, I can settle for this. Having his body wrapped around mine is nice. More than nice, actually. I could get used to it.
Just as I start to slide into blissful sleep, I hear a faint, rapid-fire beeping text alert on my phone. I jump about a foot off the mattress and scramble out of bed.
Fuck. If I had been asleep, I wouldn’t have heard it. That alert is on my Greenlight cell, and I only have three choices when it comes to that phone: respond within one minute, be dead, or get written up.
The message from Rae makes my heart pound.
Have time to meet for a coffee?
All Greenlight text communications are coded, and this message is like a 911 call from headquarters. It means I need to get my ass there right now.
“Everything okay?” Nix asks, leaning against the bedroom’s doorframe in all his naked, muscled glory.
“I think so,” I say, trying to sound casual as I type back a response.
See you at our favorite coffee shop.
“Come back to bed,” he says with a yawn.
“I have to go, actually.” I walk into his living room and pick up my shirt from the floor, slipping it on over my head. He follows me.
When I slide my panties up my hips, I wrinkle my nose and give Nix a look. “These are wet. Thanks for that.”
He shrugs. “What can I say? It’s a gift.” When he walks toward me, his expression is a mix of concern and frustration. “It’s fucking late, Kennedy. Where are you going at this hour?”
I comb my hands through my hair and meet his eyes in the faint light of his living room. Only the glow of outdoor light illuminates us.
“I don’t want to lie to you,” I say.
A flicker of annoyance passes over his face. “Yeah, good call. So where are you going?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“The fuck you can’t.”
“Nix, I really can’t.”
He narrows his eyes, and a muscle in his jaw clenches. “Is it Hassan?”
