This is so Kai. He fucks me senseless, then steals the only decent shoes for our trek back to civilization. Some things never change, even after mind-blowing orgasms.
He heads for the window he climbed through earlier tonight, waving me over. “Come on. Let’s go.”
I scowl over at him, grimacing as I put weight on my injured foot. Suppose I’m limping all the way back to Greek Row in the mud, while Kai doesn’t even get his fucking feet wet.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter as I climb out the window.
Surprisingly, Kai’s arms are out to catch me so I don’t have to hop down.
Sweet gesture, but my feet splatter in mud, and I can’t help but catch sight of his glossy, waterproof rain boots.
A gentleman would have offered me the boots, even if they were too big.
A gentleman wouldn’t fuck me with an ice pick.
A gentleman wouldn’t call me a slut on repeat.
A fuckinggentlemanwould have written back.
I tilt my head back, gritting my teeth at him in a fake smile as I flutter my eyelashes.
“The fuck now?” he mutters, frowning at me.
“Nothing, babe,” I say sweetly. “Just wondering how a prize like you stayed single all these years.”
“You calling me an asshole?” he says, narrowing his eyes. There’s a mischievous gleam in them I don’t like one bit.
“I’m calling you the king of all assholes,” I shoot back, waving him on with a flick of my hand. “Go on. Don’t mind me. I’ll just limp behind you like the loyal, crippled subject I am, Your Majesty.”
He studies me for a beat. “You really think—” he cuts off, shaking his head.
I glare at him suspiciously as he crouches down in front of me, turning his back and pointing.
“Get on.”
“Excuse me?”
“Get. On. My. Back.” He glances over his shoulder, expression deadly serious. “Unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder like a caveman. Your choice, Heavenly.”
My stomach does a treacherous little flip at the nickname, but this still feels like a trap.
His voice softens just enough to be dangerous. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough pain for one night?”
Something in his tone makes my chest tighten. This is the Kai who used to clean my scraped knees when we were kids. The one who’d throw an arm over my shoulder as we huddled under the overhang to stay warm during a thunderstorm. The one who’d change the subject when our conversations got too real, too fast and tears were on the verge of spilling.
The one I was forced to forget when it was obvious he’d moved on.
“Fine,” I grumble, climbing reluctantly onto his back. “But no funny business.”
His hands grip under my thighs, fingers pressing into flesh with just enough possessiveness to send an unwelcome shiverup my spine. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, hating how perfectly I still fit against him.
I can’t count how many times he carried me like this when we were kids.
“Ready?” he asks, his voice a rumble I can feel through his back.
“For the slow death of my dignity?” I mutter.
He laughs, the sound vibrating through my chest as he climbs through the window with surprising grace considering he’s carrying me. As he walks, his thumbs trace small circles against my skin.
