With her ass high in the air, giving me a view of everything I just had, immediately, I want more. “I’ll be there,” I tell her because,fuck…I haven’t had my fill of her.
She dresses with her back to me, suddenly shy in my presence. “I’ll call you later,” she says over her shoulder, hooking her bra behind her back and smiling at me when she catches me watching her.
I almost want to punch myself in the face. I can’t let her control me in this way. Tits and ass are not the be-all end-all of life. They’re pretty fucking important, but I refuse to be led around by my dick. “Maybe I’ll answer.” Even I shock myself, but Kennedy turns to me as she pulls her V-neck sweater over her head and scowls.
“Two can play that game, Nix.”
“Shut up, Ken.” I smirk and motion to her with my fingers. “Get your ass over here and kiss me good-bye.”
She saunters to me and leans forward, resting her hands against my chest and her lips within an inch of mine. “Do you like my pussy, Nix?” she purrs against my lips, thinking she’s pulling me around by the balls the same way she does Hassan.
My cock twitches with appreciation at her use of the dirty word, and the thirst that seems to be unquenchable when it comes to her returns tenfold. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, locking her in place. “I like your pussy, Kennedy, but you like my cock more.” I nip her lip as she narrows her eyes. “You like my fingers and my tongue too.” I nip her bottom lip again, this time a little harder before I run my tongue over the spot. “Now go and be a good girl before I have to spank you again.”
Her eyes flash with anger before darkening. “Maybe I want to be spanked,” she says, trying to take back the power I just ripped away from her.
My fingers tighten, and her mouth falls open. “Next time it won’t be as nice, little girl.” When she doesn’t reply right away, I take the opportunity to press my mouth to hers and taste her sweetness once more before she leaves.
Her tongue curls around, almost trying to overpower my tongue as we moan into each other’s mouth. It’s a dangerous game we’re playing, and we both know it. Maybe that’s part of the infatuation and need we feel for each other. It’s fueled by anger, uncertainty, distrust, but definitely attraction. Needing more, I turn her head, pulling her forward and deepening the kiss. By the time I release her, we’re both panting.
She runs her tongue along her bee-stung lips and pushes away from me, straightening herself. “Fuck,” she hisses when she realizes how long we’ve been at it.
“I’m thirty minutes late. My sister is going to have my fucking head.”
“Tell her you were getting banged like a porn star.” I cock my head and smirk. “I’m sure she’ll understand.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re still an asshole, Nix.”
“I know,” I tell her and cross my arms over my chest, knowing she doesn’t have the upper hand.
She walks out the door, yelling “Peace” on her way. I can’t wipe the dumbass smile off my face as I slide down the headboard and curl back into my sheets. It’s entirely too early to be awake and coherent. Everything else can wait now that my need for Kennedy has been satisfied.
Six hours later,I’m sitting in the kitchen, my favorite room in the house, making phone calls that I had put off. Paperwork is spread all over the island, and I’m knee-deep in deals and schemes when Coco strolls in.
“You’re going to be so proud,” she sings loudly with a beaming smile when she walks into the kitchen in yet another outfit inspired by Sharon Stone’s character, but this one is less overtly 007-ish.
I resist the urge to groan and swipe my hands across my face. “Oh, yeah?” Somehow, I pull off an upbeat, excited tone that’s completely bullshit. I lean forward, resting my chin against my palm with my elbow on the counter. “What happened?”
She tosses her bag on the counter, and it makes a sound, which I can only imagine is her laptop banging against the hard marble, and rubs her hands together. “Last night before I met up with Connor, I tried something new.”
Oh, fuck.This isn’t going to be good.“What did you do?” I ask with gritted teeth because if I don’t mash them together, I’m liable to shout the words at her out of anger.
“Cool your jets, Daddio.” She laughs, sliding onto the stool across from me, and tosses her hair over her shoulders. “I finally did a little work.”
My head jerks backward. Coco doesn’t even know what the hell that word really means. “Work?”
“Yep,” she says quickly and claps three times in quick succession. “So, I was telling a friend…”
I already know whatever she’s about to say is going to make me want to put my fist through a solid object or wrap my hands around someone’s neck. But instead of flying off the handle, I sit back and listen to what she has to saybeforeI fly off the handle.
“I told her that I’ve acquired new skills. She was impressed and interested in hiring me. So last night, we decided to get back at her ex-boyfriend, Edward—he’s a tool by the way—and we cleaned out his bank account. I fuckin’ did it, Nix. I used that fancy little laptop you bought me and actually hacked a bank account. Aren’t you fucking proud?”
She’s beaming with pride, completely oblivious to the rage that’s now gripping me. Leaning forward, I clutch the edges of the island and hold myself back from launching my body across the surface at her and doing something I know I’ll regret. “How could you be so careless?” My voice is deep and controlled at first. “I thought I taught you better than that, Coco. What the fuck possessed you to be so fucking stupid?” Now I’m about to blow. My voice is rough, and my tone is anything but nice.
My words shock her as her mouth falls open and her eyes widen. “But I—”
“Don’t fucking speak. Sit there and listen for once, goddammit. I never use my abilities for revenge. Never have I done a favor for a friend to get back at someone. It’s stupid and careless. Just because you know the basics doesn’t mean you understand how things are done in my world. I always thought you were impulsive, but never did I think you were so fucking reckless.” I rise from the chair, coming around the island so fast I make her jerk her body backward instinctively. Wrapping my hand around her arm, I yank her off the stool. “You’re going to get us both arrested with your bullshit.”
Tears have formed in her eyes as she peers up at me. “I never meant to do something bad, Nix. Never.” She shakes her head back and forth, but my hand tightens, causing her to freeze.
