“You’re gonna drive me insane,” I croak out, the euphoria snapping inside me.
I feel the heat running through my dick, quickly grab my shirt lying next to me, and catch the cum in it so it doesn’t spill on her dress. Her hand slows down the movement, her mouth twisting into a smile against my lips. I throw the shirt away and grip her cheeks in both my hands, kissing her so intensely, like I need to suck the air out of her lungs.
She collapses on me, lying on my chest, listening to my raging heartbeat as I hold her and play with the wavy strands in my fingers.
I didn’t see anyone but her. It was all just my Kiara.
Maybe I’m not that fucked up yet. Not with her at least.
I smile as I stare at the dark sky, her whole body weighing me down on the wooden dock.
This is so perfect. I wish this feeling could be injected into my veins. I wouldn’t hesitate and get high on it.
?
It’s almost midnight. Her bare feet are hanging out from the car window, flying in the summer night air. Her head is in my lap as she stares up at me and music is playing from the car speakers, mixed with sounds of waves hitting the shore next to my car.
“You’re my girl now. You know that, right?” I tell her and she widens her eyes in shock.
“You’re supposed to ask me that!”
“But then you could say no.”
“Yeah, it’s called free will. Sounds familiar to you?” she snaps at me.
“Not really.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I take that as a yes.”
She rolls her eyes but I can see that tiny smile.
That was definitely a yes.
?
I inhale the skin on her neck once more before she gives me one gentle goodbye kiss and opens the car door. I sit there, watching her walk inside her house as I let my body fall back in the seat, turning the music up.Wicked Gameis playing, the same song from the day she came to me for the first time—the memory engraved in my mind starts unraveling again.
I’m so high from whatever this is.
I finally get on the road, already counting how many hours until tomorrow evening. The darkened trees on the side of the road turn into a blur as I drive and I can’t shake the smile off my face, until I arrive at the driveway gate to the mansion and myheart sinks deep into my gut as I see the huge black SUV in front of the house.
The Varners are already here.
I park and get out, stepping into the lobby, immediately seeing that the light is on in the kitchen. I slowly walk in and see Sylvia and Rick both sitting by the kitchen island. Both of their eyes snap to me, deadly.
Fuck.
She doesn’t hesitate.
“You sent a male escort to Victoria’s house today,” she states, her eyes burning a hole in me.
“Really hot one, already paid for. Where’s the problem?” I answer, trying to act unbothered but I know I’m dead.
Rick stands up from the bar stool with that slow, deliberate posture he uses only when he’s about to make something hurt.
His chair scrapes against the marble floor, sharp enough to cut through the silence. I don’t move. Moving only makes it worse. He stops right in front of me. Close enough that I can smell his cologne mixed with cigarette smoke and the cold metal scent of whatever gun he’s carrying today.
