Yes, fuckingfinally.
Kai pushes my legs open and humps me with manic energy. It should feel amazing…but it just feels off.
It’s been like this the whole night.
We’d dance and be moving in perfect unison, then one of us falls out of rhythm. We’d tongue each other like high-schoolers, then someone’s nose pokes the other’s eyeball.
I’ve never seen Kai drink like this, either. I know he likes his beer and his Jäger and—apparently—tequila. But I’m truly concerned for his liver.
Every time I asked if he was okay, he’d scoop me against him and kiss me until I couldn’t breathe. And, fine, whatever, it’s not like I’m complaining. But it began to feel less like a celebration and more like an escape. Like something’s chasing him, and the only way to not get caught is to get drunk.
Really,reallydrunk.
Drunk enough that I think he’s forgotten that we have to take our clothes off before we can fuck. Unless he plans on dry humping me until we both come.
“Kai.” I grab his face, forcing him to look at me. The only light in the room is from a street lamp filtering in through the slats of the partially open blinds. But there’s just enough for me to see how glassy his eyes are. “Hey. You good?”
“I’m fucking great, Heavenly.” He kisses me hungrily, desperately. “So fucking great.” But his voice cracks on the last word, and when he buries his face in my neck, I feel wetness that might be sweat…or might not be.
I don’t push, even though I know it’s utter bullshit.
I just hold him, running my fingers through his hair while the bass from the party throbs through the floor beneath us.
He pulls back and yanks on my jeans.
Well, at least he figured that out.
“Up.”
I lift my hips, and he yanks my jeans down my thighs right along with my underwear. His hand shoves between my legs, his fingers curling up and thrusting into my pussy.
I wince.
He stops.
“Jesus,” he mutters, working his fingers shallowly in and out of me a few times. “You…uh…you’re okay with this, right?”
“Yeah,” I say through a sigh. “Sorry. It’s the alcohol, I think.”
I realized the moment he pulled my underwear down that my pussy was dry as the fucking desert. How the hell that’s possible when I’ve been so horny the whole night, fuck knows.
He pulls his fingers out of me and starts petting my pussy like it’s a fucking dog. “Should I?—”
“No, it’s fine.” I grab his hand because I don’t know what the hell he thinks he’s doing, but it’s not fucking working. “Just—just give me a minute.”
He puts his mouth to my ear. “Got something better,” he says.
He kisses down my stomach, working his way to my clit and licking at me until his jaw must be aching, but my body refuses to cooperate. Every time I start to feel a swell of arousal, my mind drifts back to his face when I saw him on the stairs with Deputy Thatcher, and I lose it.
He just looked so…gutted.
My first thought was that Thatcher was there to arrest him. But when I didn’t see any handcuffs, mysecondthought was that the deputy was there to arrestme.
Ah, fuck. This isn’t going to happen, is it?
“Okay, okay, stop. Stop.” I tug at Kai’s hair to get him off my non-responsive clit. “Lemme try something.”
I shove him onto his back and zip open his jeans, reaching inside to find?—
