“My brothers talk.”
“Have I ever said I’m unhappy with the way you and I do things?” I ask.
“Well, no but?—”
“But nothing, butthead. I love…” I quickly catch myself and change tack. “I love having sex with all of you for different reasons. You give me something none of them can?—”
“Extra inches.” He sounds bitter but still looks smug about it. I chuckle.
“That, and the best friendship. I’m not as close to any of them as I am to you. You make me laugh the most. You were the first to accept me, to like me. You’re the one who saved me when Onyx…” Again I trail off, unable to go there. “I love our sex. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
Kalen smiles at me – a genuine beaming smile that lights up his entire face – and it makes me feel all warm inside. I don’t know why he was acting all butthurt but I’m glad I’ve made him feel better. Without lying. I meant every word.
He leaps at me, grabbing my waist and tackling me to the floor of the jumping castle, where we bounce together and Ilaugh. Pinning me, he straddles my hips and gazes down at me with love. That warm feeling inside of me grows. I made the right choice. Not just in coming here to Australia with him, but in returning to the UK after I ran away last year. In going back after fleeing when Onyx got hurt. In resolving to forgive them and let go of the anger. In deciding to join The Order.
“Kiss me, you g—” I’m just about to say ‘goof’ when Kalen descends on me and gives me the sweetest kiss. Even as our lips touch, I can’t help the smile that stretches across my face. When he’s not making me laugh and getting into mischief, or bragging about his monster cock or winding everyone up, he’s actually unbelievably sweet. The size of his heart can rival his ego and his cock for sure.
He distracts me with more kisses, dotting them all over my face like a pecking hen, making me laugh. I try to push him away but he grinds his hips into mine and I gasp.Thatis not playful at all. Kalen gives me a wicked grin, leaning in slowly so that my breath catches. I’m so sure he’s going to kiss me properly this time, but at the last second he ducks past my lips and licks the length of my cheek.
“Eww! Kalen!” I whine.
“What’s the matter sis?”
“I thought you were going to kiss me.”
“I have been. Watch.” He returns to his light teasing pecks and I groan.
“Kalen!”
“What?”
“Kiss me!”
“I am!” he snarks. I growl and try to buck him off me, but even as the smallest Knox brother he’s incredibly strong. All I succeed in doing is thrusting my crotch up against his. Which he loves. “Tut-tut. Patience, sis.”
I sigh and huff in frustration but relax under him. May as well, I’m not going anywhere until he decides to get the hell off me. Besides, playful Kalen is fun, even if he is teasing the hell out of me.
“Kalen, come on.”
“What? I’m enjoying myself. It’s nice that I don’t have to rush. It’s not freezing, we’re not drunk, we’re not pissed at each other, I don’t have to share you… I want to do this right.”
He returns to kissing me, his hands softly stroking everywhere my skin is bare. It’s still hot here, even at night in Queensland, so I was only sleeping in a crop top and shorts. It allows Kalen plenty of places to roam. His touch is so light it’s like skimming velvet. He barely makes contact but it still awakens every nerve ending in my body.
It feels like it’s been so long since I was touched. Sure, Kalen and I had our thank god Onyx isn’t dead fuck, but we didn’t really connect. Not like this. This is...so much more.
I squirm under him, needing and wanting more, but he doesn’t take a hint. In all honesty, I love what he’s doing, I’m just being an impatient greedy bitch.
“Kalen,” I complain. He grins at me, sliding his hands under my arms to pull me into a sitting position. From there he spreads a blanket out behind me and peels my shirt over my head, discarding it god knows where. With a gentle shove to my shoulders I’m falling back onto the soft blanket but not before I tangle my fingers in Kalen’s hair and bring him down with me. A giggle escapes me and Kalen gives me a one-sided smile which makes my heart flip. He looks so carefree and boyish. It’s definitely been too long.
He feathers kisses along my jaw, neck and collarbone, and down onto my bare breasts, all the while I have my fingers tangled in his hair. Thank goodness it’s grown back.
“I love your hair. Please don’t cut it again.”
“I didn’t by choice,” he murmurs.
I want to ask him what he means but he distracts me by taking my nipple into his mouth and gently rolling it between his teeth. The only thing I’m capable of doing is gasping in surprise. Clutching his head tighter to me, I arch up to him, silently begging for more.
He doesn’t give me what I crave though, releasing my now hardened bud with a pop and returning to his teasing caresses. He moves south, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my shorts and pulling them down. Maddeningly, he completely ignores my sex, moving to my ankles and slowly running his tongue up the inside of my leg. My breath catches in anticipation, but he lets me down again.
