“Going commando, huh?”
“Easy access,” he says, grinning as he rolls a condom on. He places his palms on the wall on either side of my head and crashes his lips against mine. He kisses me deeply, ravishing me with his wicked tongue, as one hand slides up my thigh, brushing against my pussy. A guttural moan leaves my lips, growing louder as he pushes my panties aside and shoves two fingers inside me. “You’re fucking drenched.”
“I’ve missed you.” I nip at his bottom lip, grabbing hold of his ass and spreading my legs wider. “And I need you now.”
The sound of lace tearing echoes through the hallway as he rips my panties off and plunges inside me in one swift thrust. He fucks me mercilessly, pounding into me as his lips continue to make love to my mouth. The table shakes, emitting screeching sounds as it slams against the wall with every thrust of his hips. I wrap my legs firmly against his waist, lifting my hips slightly so he’s hitting just the right spot.
He pumps his hips faster, his muscles strain, and the vein in his neck pops as he gets closer. His fingers rub frantically at my clit, and I scream as my climax roars through me the same time he releases with a loud grunt.
Dropping his head to my shoulder, we stay locked in position while our heartbeats return to normal levels.
When he lifts his head, the adoration on his face surprises me. He leans in, kissing me softly, completely at odds with the way he’s just roughly fucked me. “You’re fucking perfect, babe. You know that?” He rubs his thumb along my lower lip, and I suck it into my mouth.
“Fuck.” He claims my lips in a hard kiss before pulling back. “As much as I’d love to go for round two, I doubt the others are keen to hear that a second time.”
“Is it safe to come out yet?” a familiar voice asks from behind the living room door, and I slap Kai’s chest.
“You said they were upstairs!” I hiss, jumping down and snatching the ripped remains of my panties.
Kai smirks. “Oops. My bad.” He grabs the balled-up lace from my hand, stuffing the shreds in the pocket of his jeans as he fixes them in place. I tug up my tights and slip my feet into my flats while glaring at him. He reels me into his arms. “Don’t be mad that I’m so crazy about you I couldn’t wait until we got upstairs.”
His words melt me on the spot, as Xavier calls out again. “Hello! Still waiting.”
I slide out of his arms, opening the living room door as Kai puts sneakers on and goes outside to grab my bags. “Hey.”
Xavier wraps his arms around me without hesitation before jerking back, grinning. “You reek of sex.” He winks. “Naughty girl.” He glances at Kai as he comes back inside. “Although, if the hottie was mine, I’d jump his bones the second I got here too.”
Kai flips him the bird. “Keep your sexual innuendos for Hunt. He appreciates them more,” he drawls.
“Stop stirring shit,” Sawyer says, appearing behind Xavier.
“How come you’re here?” I ask Xavier.
“Sawyer and I are investigating your father’s childhood. Trying to see if we can find out which orphanage he was in and get the inside track on Mom and Pop,” he explains. “I’ll crash here for a few days until my flight.” All the guys are going home for Christmas. Kai refuses to go to his father’s house, so he’s going to Sawyer’s place for a few days.
“Great. Hopefully, there might be something there, because he’s very cagey when the subject of his past crops up.”
Sawyer looks at me. “You get away okay?”
“Yep.” I brush past them into the living room, flopping down onto the couch. “I told Mrs. Barron I was going out of town to purchase a special wedding present for Charlie and swore her to secrecy, claiming I wanted it to be a surprise.” Kai scowls like he always does when mention of Charlie or the wedding arises. Not that I blame him. He’s handling it far better than I would if the roles were reversed.
“I think this is yours,” Jackson says, looming over me and holding out his hand. A piece of flimsy lace wafts through the air as he lets go of a scrap from my panties.
I send daggers at Kai, and he chuckles.
“Your screams were so loud I thought he was killing you,” Jackson adds, his voice slurring a little.
“Lauder.” Kai’s good humor evaporates, and he pins his friend with a warning look.
Jackson smirks, taking a puff of his blunt. “If you don’t want us commenting, don’t fuck her in public.”
Kai’s fists knot at his sides, and I’m expecting him to take a chunk out of Jackson, but he ignores him, focusing his gaze on me. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
He holds out his arm, and I take his hand, letting him pull me up and lead me away.
“Why is he drunk and high at lunchtime on a Wednesday?” I ask as we walk toward the kitchen, lowering my voice so the others don’t hear.
