“Don’t have to tell me twice!” he grins. “Condom?”
“In my bag,” I groan, impatient.
“Bag?”
“Over there.” I wave my hand vaguely in the direction of the jetty. He races off and I hear him chucking my shit everywhere in a mad attempt to find the rubber.
“Got it!” he crows triumphantly.
“Great. I’ll get you a fucking medal!”
He hastens back to me, ripping the foil open en route and trying to roll it on to his erection whilst running. He trips and falls, and my frustration is broken up by laughter.
“Smooth,” I snigger.
“Laugh it up,” he tells me. “Cause in a minute you’re going to be screaming.”
“Oh baby, oh baby,” I drawl sarcastically as he settles back between my legs. His eyes saychallenge acceptedand he lines himself up at my entrance.
He enters in one smooth stroke, and I do cry out. Fuck! How the hell did I forget how huge he is?
“Asshole. Monster. Cock,” I grind out between clenched teeth, but really, I love it. He knows it too because he wastes no time picking up the pace.
Kalen fucks like he does everything else in life: to his own tune. Playfully, frustratingly, maddeningly good. He’s such an asshole, he works my body like a goddamn pro and makes it sing. I fucking hate it and love it in equal measures. It feels like a battle of wills, neither of us wanting to give in and come first.
“Give it up, sis,” he whispers in my ear. “I can go all night.”
“Not your sister,” I grind out through my clenched jaw.
Before this, I would have assumed it was just a cocky brag, but now I know it’s a promise. I’m going to have to give in. I’m tired and cold and he’s teasing me right on the edge. If I ever want this to be over so I can get some goddamn rest before school starts, I need to submit to him. I grit my teeth and tilt my hips slightly to change the angle, raking my nails down his back as I do.
And just like that, I’m coming under a tree in the dawn… And yes, he does make me scream. Bastard.
Chapter Fourteen
Amelie
When I wake up I’m feeling a bit sore and sorry for myself. How did I let this happen? I was supposed to be takingthemdown; they were just objects in my path of destroying my incubator, and now… now Kalen has worked his way into my heart and, as confusing as the situation is, so has Sawyer. All I wanted to do was ruin my mother’s life, make her feel the way I did when she abandoned me.
I decide to push my feelings aside and try to bury them; it’s really best for everyone. For now, I need to try to find out more information and I think the twins will be the only ones to give it to me straight. Well, I’m hoping I can at least find Slate alone. Onyx always has a huge stick stuck up his ass.
The twins mentioned their father wouldn’t bring me here without a good reason, and my incubator doesn’t seem to be good enough grounds. Like they said, he has an agenda, and the more time I spend around them, the more I think maybe they are right.
Slate and Onyx have different electives, Onyx does some kind of MMA training and Slate does Music. Since my elective is after school three days a week with Sawyer, I make my way to the music department. I say it’s after school, but I mean it was after school; Sawyer hasn’t shown since the day he kissed me at the end of my suspension. He also hasn’t told me why he got sent to Knox, like he promised.
So I figure, crashing Slate’s music class during my free period may just be my only chance to catch him alone. I think that separated from his thorny twin brother, he may be less hostile towards me.
I set off in search of Slate, but I underestimated how big the music building is. There are some really talented musicians here. I finally find Slate in a small practise room, sitting on a chair playing his guitar.
Quietly, I enter the room, expecting him to tell me to piss off, but he doesn’t acknowledge me. So I sit against the wall and watch him play. The tune changes when he looks over at me, and I recognise the song, but only because Chelsea was obsessed with X factor and idol. Not that I can remember which show this song was from.
‘Dancing On My Own’. The singer's name escapes me, but Slate's voice is something spectacular as the words leave his mouth. As he sings, we maintain eye contact. For the first time I see him, not a twin, not a Knox sibling, but Slate. His soul is music. He pours everything he has into the song, and for a second, I feel like he is saying the words to me. Ridiculous, when he hates me.
The song finishes and the vulnerability fades away and the hardness in his eyes returns.
“What duets do you know?” he asks in his no-bullshit tone.
“I don’t sing.”
