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He frowned, turning to Kai who just stood there looking just as shocked.
My heart raced, and I wasn’t sure if I was bluffing when I said it, or I just hadn’t thought that far ahead yet when I ran at the mouth like I always did, but I knew one thing. I loved the feel of Kai’s eyes on my back right now. I loved him watching me, and I knew everything was for him.
She put her hands on my hips, and I opened my mouth to protest. “I don’t—”
“What does he do that you like?” she whispered, leaning in close.
“Um…teeth?” I stammered. “He bites my lips.”
She panted, her mouth hovering over mine. “Yeah, I like it when Michael does that, too.” And she did it, thrusting out and dragging my bottom lip between her teeth.
I whimpered, my breath shaking with my growing desire.
“Except Michael,” she breathed in my ear, “bites me down here.”
And she took my hand and made me touch myself. I smiled excitedly. “Shit.”
She kissed me, and I placed my hands on her hips, kissing her back. What the fuck was I doing?
She closed her eyes, biting my lips again, and flicking my top lip with her tongue, her hot, sweet breath warming me all over. I moaned, a nerve between my legs starting to throb.
“You should see them,” she whispered, nibbling my ear. “They’re about to lose their minds.”
I shook with a quiet laugh and tilted my head back, letting her lips devour my neck. I loved him watching me. Loved him seeing me feel pleasure.
Bringing my head down again, I let my hair fall in my eyes as I leaned in close to her, pressing our bodies together.
And I took charge. Pushing her back, we fell into the shelves, and I held her face as I kissed her again, surprised when she moaned and grinded on me.
“Touch me,” she panted against my lips.
“Oh, shit,” Michael gasped.
And I smiled, diving in for her mouth again and again as I slowly slipped my hands up her shirt. She took that as a cue and pulled the T over her head, leaving her topless. I bit my lip and met her eyes, holding them as my hands rose and cupped a breast in my hand.
She breathed out a groan.
“Banks,” I heard Kai breathe out, but I didn’t look at him.
Rika started unbuttoning my shirt, and every nerve under my skin craved to be touched. I couldn’t get it off fast enough. I could feel Kai’s tongue on my spine even though he wasn’t touching me. I felt his teeth and his hands on my breasts.
The shirt fell to the floor, and we came together, pressing our bodies together as my nipples brushed hers. I ate up her lips again, wanting to see Kai’s face so badly. But I didn’t know if I should turn around. I didn’t want to break the spell yet. What if he was angry?
We kissed and licked and panted and bit, and every inch of my skin cooled with sweat as she squeezed my right breast and ran her tongue up my throat. We grasped each other’s hips, grinding on each other. God, I was wet.
“Take off her boxers, Rika,” Kai suddenly said in a husky voice. Like he was out of breath.
Rika grinned, encouraged. She slipped her fingers inside my waistband and yanked it down. I smiled, stepping out it.
I did the same to her, pushing down her sleep shorts, nearly all of our clothes piled on the floor as we continued to buck and grind.
And I finally turned my head, while she nibbled my ear. Michael stood behind us, but Kai had moved to the corner by the door to get a better look. He watched, his body painfully tense, and his cock a hard, thick ridge jutting against his pants.
We both looked at the boys as we held each other close, cheek to cheek, as Rika left feathery little kisses on the corner of my lips.
“We want to get fucked,” she said to Michael.
I nodded, a smile dancing across my lips as I watched Kai’s dark eyes and slipped my hands down the back of her panties, taunting him.
He stalked over, threaded his fingers through my hair, and pulled my head back, kissing me so hard and rough he stole my breath.
Before I knew it, Rika was swept away, and I heard a tear of fabric before Michael’s raspy whisper, “God, little monster, I love you.”
Kai bent me over, my panties were yanked down, and I put my hands on the shelves in front of me as his cock crowned me. I had time to suck in a quick breath, and then he was thrusting, sheathing himself in me in one move.
I cried out, feeling him bottom out, the sweet pain touching me so deep. I looked over, briefly seeing Rika’s front pressed into the shelves as Michael held her knee out to the side, opening her for him as he thrust up and inside of her. His head was buried in her neck, and she reached around, holding the back of his neck as he went at her hard and fast.
Kai growled, fisting my hair and pulling my head back. “I think you enjoyed that too much,” he said in my ear. “Did you?”
I whimpered, barely able to think as I closed my eyes. “Well, I’m not going to try to break her nose anymore, if that’s what you mean.”
He let out a little laugh. “Good.”
And he pulled me up more, and I twisted my head, tasting his mouth as the room filled with moaning and panting. Then I pulled back, looking up into his eyes as he fucked me.
I wouldn’t stop him. I wouldn’t ever stop him. What was done was done, and I’d steal and covet all the moments we had left. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of him for my memory.
He gripped my hips and breathed in my ear. “I like you, little one.”
I smiled, hating that stupid nickname as much as when he called me Kid.
“I like you, too.”
I love you.
Waking up the next morning, I looked and noticed Kai wasn’t in bed next to me again. What time did he get up? He went to bed with me, but did he even sleep? He always seemed to be doing something, moving or thinking or running around. I wiped my eyes awake and yawned, checking the clock. It was a little after eight. Later than I usually got up, but we’d only gotten to bed six hours ago, too.
Rising, I walked to his dresser and opened the drawers, finding another pair of boxer shorts. I slipped them on and then trailed to the closet, opening the door and going wide-eyed at being confronted with the massive space. I’d dove in here yesterday to grab a shirt for the party, but I didn’t have time to appreciate it.
I walked in. And kept walking. His smell flooded my head, and I almost felt dizzy.
The walk-in closet was exactly Kai, and I shook my head, feeling so stupid. I should’ve pushed harder. I knew exactly what kind of house he would have. Didn’t I tell him? Beautiful décor, expensive furniture, all of his starched shirts lined up on wooden hangers with just the right amount of equal-fucking-space between each piece of clothing, for crying out loud. A man who took pride in every single, minute aspect of his life.
I ran my hands down the line of white shirts, feeling the soft, cool fabric between my fingers. Good God, I was surprised he let me touch him with my germs. I laughed to myself. He was like Christian Grey meets Howard Hughes meets Patrick Bateman. If I find a chainsaw or an ax inside the house, I’m outta here.
I pushed all the hangers down to the end, smashing the shirts together and wrecking his perfect little world, while laughing to myself as I pulled a blue long-sleeve off a hanger. Slipping it on, I buttoned it up, locked my hands behind my back and left the closet, whistling.
I had to get back to my place to get a change of clothes at some point. I’d been in Kai’s clothes for two days now.
Leaving the bedroom, I walked down the hallway and descended the stairs, heading around the bannister, toward the dining room. The caterers had cleaned up all their set-up last night after most of the guests had left, but I caught sight of the sheet tent still sitting in the living room and pillows scattered about.
“He’s not at The Pope. We searched the twelfth floor,” I heard Kai say.
I slowed down, stopping right before the dining room.
“Are you sure he’s not on another floor?” Michael asked.
“Yes. He’s not fucking there.”
Damon.
I peeked in, seeing Kai and his friends, including Will, Michael, and Rika lounging around the table as they nibbled some breakfast. No one was really dressed yet, still wearing their sleepwear.