Chaos at Westbrook High (The Kingston Brothers #3)

Chapter 21

Squeezingthe ends of my wet hair with a towel, I glance down at the message on my phone for the tenth time in thirty minutes.

Unknown

What are you doing right now?

I read it when I was just about to step in the shower, but I wasn’t about to tell Kai that, so I ignored him.

I considered meeting him at Rachel’s for all of three seconds before I shut that shit down. I let my guard down in the kitchen at the shop earlier. I won’t be making that mistake again. I refuse to let him play me like he plays every other girl.

A loud knocking sound echoes through my apartment, and I freeze. It takes me a couple beats to realize someone’s at my front door.

Nobody knocks on my front door.

Derek has a key, and he always calls me when he’s a couple minutes away so I don’t shit myself every time he comes back.

Fear crawls up my spine.

I don’t own a gun because Valerie hated them and refused to keep one in the apartment. There’s a baseball bat or some other type of weapon in every room though, as well as a lock on every door. Locking mine, I silently walk backward and wrap my fingers around the crow bar I keep between my bed and the nightstand. Backing up again, I grab my phone off the bed and tuck myself into the corner behind my closet.

Hide, Hailey. Whatever happens, you stay hidden.

The knocking sounds again, and I jump out of my skin. “Motherfucker,” I whisper.

I hate being scared.

My hand fumbles as I pull up James’ number and press the phone to my ear. He answers almost immediately. “Hey?—”

“James, there’s someone?—”

“It’s just Kai,” he rushes to assure me, making me splutter.

“What do you mean it’s just Kai? You let him up here?”

He chuckles, but it dies off quickly. “Oh, you’re serious,” he says. “I didn’t let him do anything, Hailey. The guy’s a nightmare. He does what he wants.”

“Really? I wasn’t aware,” I deadpan.

Dropping my weapon onto my bed, I quietly open my door and walk down the hall, past the dimly lit living room and toward the front door.

The fucker knocks again.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with him?” I hiss into the phone.

“You can handle Kai Kingston. You don’t need me for this. And even if you did…”

“You work for them,” I finish for him, sounding more bitter than I’d like as I push up on my tiptoes to look at Kai through the peephole.

“Sorry,” James says.

“You are not,” I whisper.

James chuckles again, and I hang up on him.

I keep watching Kai through the tiny hole, holding my breath just in case he hears it. Still, it’s as if he can sense I’m on the other side of the door because he’s given up knocking. He’s leaning back against the wall opposite, staring right at me with his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark jeans. He looks good in those jeans.

“You’re not gonna leave, are you?” I ask, fisting the towel between my breasts.

The sound of my voice makes him smile. “Nope.”

I look down at my wet body and curse under my breath. “Hang on a second.”

Heading back to my room, I throw on the first thing I can find—my favorite oversized hoodie and a gray pair of sweats. I don’t bother putting a shirt on underneath. Or underwear.

Pulling my wet hair out of the hoodie, I go back to the front door and unlock it before pulling it open.

God, those eyes. Why do they have to be so blue?

When he looks from my face to my body, those blue eyes flash with something that makes my insides ache, and then he pushes himself off the wall and walks inside. “Fuck,” he whispers, closing and locking the door behind him without taking his eyes off me.

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you.” He says it so simply that I can’t figure out whether he’s really good at lying or really good at telling the truth. Maybe he did just want to see me and he’s not afraid to tell me that. Or maybe he’s full of shit.

“How did you get inside the building?” I ask, slowly backing up as he moves toward me.

“One of your neighbors let me in.”

“Which one?”

“I don’t know.”

“What did they look like?”

“I wasn’t looking,” he rasps, taking my waist to pull my body against his. “I was too busy thinking about you.”

Fuck. Why did I let him catch me?

“I waited for you tonight.” He presses his mouth to my jaw beneath my ear, and I blame my damp hair for the shiver coursing through my body. “You didn’t come.”

“Kai.” I close my eyes, grabbing his shoulders for support when my back hits the kitchen counter.

For support. Now who’s full of shit?

“Why didn’t you text me back, Hails?”

“I was in the shower.” Not a lie.

“For thirty minutes?” His knuckles graze my hip, and he slides his palm up beneath the front of my hoodie. He groans into my ear. “Fuck, you’re still wet. Was it an everything shower?”

Tingles spread across my body, but I have enough sense to grab his wrist before his hand gets too high. “What do you want?”

“You.” He moves his lips across my cheek with light non-kisses, his palms sliding around to my lower back, his fingers dipping under my waistband. “I want to put you on this counter, spread your legs, and fuck your pussy with my tongue. That’s what I want.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No. I had a couple beers and some weed, but I’m not out of it. I still drove here.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Aw.” He smiles. “You care about me, baby?”

“Not really,” I mutter. “I meant you shouldn’t have come here. To my apartment.”

“Yeah, well, don’t tell Damon.” He mouths at my jaw, then stops and looks around as if something just occurred to him. “Is Derek here?”

“No.”

“Where is he?”

“Out.”

“Out where?”

I glare at that, shoving his chest to get him the fuck away from me. Of course that’s why he’s here.

“Don’t do that.” He shakes his head. “I don’t give a fuck about Derek, Hailey. I came here for you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t you?” He steps closer again, caging me in with his arms on either side of me.

My breath catches as I look up at his face, but it’s not fear that I feel. It’s something much, much worse than that.

Holding my eyes, he takes my hand and places it on his chest, allowing me to feel the way his heart is beating as fast as mine is. Then he takes my other hand, watching me for my reaction while he slowly moves it down to the front of his jeans. My face feels like it’s burning, but I refuse to break eye contact, refuse to pull my hand away from his dick. He’s so hard, his hips bucking when my curious fingers curl around the length of him.

“Fuck,” he groans again, allowing me to explore as he grips the edge of counter.

“You believe me now?” he asks, his voice strained.

I do, but I don’t tell him that.

It’s fun teasing him, giving him a little taste of his own medicine, but I stop before it leads to more and force my hands to fall away from his body.

“What do you want?” I ask again.

“Still you,” he says softly. His gaze runs over me again, and he rakes his fingers through the ends of my damp hair. “Being near you. Talking to you. Touching you…” He lets out a breath. “You make me feel better.”

“Better.” I scrunch my brows, moving my eyes between his. “What’s wrong with you?”

He chuckles, but it doesn’t sound right. “You know you’re the third person to ask me that tonight? I kinda like it when it’s you asking, though.”

“You gonna answer me?”

He shakes his head, brushing his mouth over the corner of mine. He’s doing that thing again where he’s kissing me without really kissing me, and I hate how it makes me crave more.

I hold on to his neck, and one of his hands moves down to the back of my thigh, dragging it up to his hip. He rolls into me, and I moan before I can stop it when I feel his dick rubbing against my pussy.

He curses. “Baby, are you bare under these?” he asks, squeezing my ass over my sweats.

I nod, and he drops his mouth to my neck, kissing me there while he lifts me up and sets me down on the counter. Spreading my legs, he moves in between them and grinds on my clit with purpose. I fist his hair, and he hooks his finger into the collar of my hoodie, pulling it out of the way to grant himself better access to my throat.

He and I both know he’s pushing his luck, seeing how far he can push me, and I’m the sucker who’s letting it happen.

Why am I letting this happen?

Right here on my kitchen counter—on Valerie’s kitchen counter—where Derek and I eat on nights when he’s not out trying to ruin his life more than he already has.

I’ve never even had a friend over before, let alone a boy. Not just a boy. A fucking Kingston brother. My aunt and brother would lose their shit if they could see me now.

“I’m not letting you fuck me,” I breathe against the side of Kai’s face.

He chuckles. “I know, baby,” he says, still grinding on me as he slides his tongue over my neck. “The next time you allow me to get you like this though…”

I scoff out a laugh. “Not a chance.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Liar,” he taunts me. “Gimme another reason.”

“You’re my brother’s cousin.”

“I’m not your cousin.”

“Close enough.”

“Nah.” He licks across my throat to get to the other side of my neck, digging his thumbs into my inner thighs. “You don’t get to act like we’re nothing to you and then claim us whenever you feel like it.”

“I’m not claiming anything.”

“I’d like to claim something,” he murmurs, his thumb climbing a little higher until he reaches my clit, rubbing it in slow, soft circles that make me jolt.

I moan again, grabbing his hand to stop him before I embarrass myself more.

His eyes hit mine, and he smiles like the chaotic demon he is. “Lean back so I can eat this pussy and make you come on my face.”

I smile back. “No.”

“You fucking tease,” he rasps. “Tell me what I can do.”

“You can leave.” Before I beg you to stay.

He stares at me. With his gaze burning into mine, he lifts my hand up to his mouth. He kisses the pads of my middle fingertips before he sucks them into his mouth, sliding his tongue around and between my fingers, coating them with his spit.

“Fuck yourself with these for me when I’m gone.”

For him.

He licks his lower lip as if he’s savoring the taste of me as he walks away. “Lock the door,” he calls over his shoulder, stealing one last look at me before he walks out.

I blink once, twice, then jump off the counter and head over to the front door to do as I’m told. Turning around, I fall back against it and do the other thing he told me to do. I slide my hand into my sweats and push my spit-coated fingers into my pussy. I didn’t even need the spit. I’m so wet already.

For him.

Sliding down to the floor, I spread my legs and close my eyes while I finger myself, rubbing the palm of my hand over my clit. With Kai Kingston and his dirty mouth on my mind, I make myself come fast and hard, my legs shaking as my pussy clenches around my fingers.

It’s only when I catch my breath that I realize I never heard him walk away.