Chapter 24 #2
Kit’s hands pressed into my chest as she repositioned herself, and I watched, unblinking, as she slowly sunk down my length. She eased herself down, slow and teasing as she worked my length with her cunt. Like she knew the torture she was putting me through.
“You tease,” I hissed, the longing sending an ache through my bones again.
“Whatever do you mean?” A knowing grin crept along her lips. My hips rose to meet hers, thrusting helplessly as she eased back, taking only the tip inside. I rolled my head back on a groan. Her voice was silky soft, tinged with an obvious edge of mischief. “Growing impatient?”
I hummed. “When you’ve been craving someone for thirteen years, and then they sit on top of you naked, a person can tend to get a little antsy.”
Almost in answer, she lowered her hips again, the tight drag of her too much. If she kept this up, I’d end up coming. And then Kit pulled up again, earning herself another groan from me. I forced myself to breathe in and out, the want for her so overwhelming.
“Maybe,” she said, “I’m being a little too mean.”
It was all too much as she bottomed out. My breath hitched as her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting with a moan, head tilting back, her blonde hair curling down her chest. She looked fucking perfect. She felt damn good too, a flawless fit. Warm and tight. All for me.
She dragged her hips forward, grinding along my cock, and I was sure I’d been sent straight to heaven. Her body worked against mine, meeting my thrusts from below, pleasure radiating up my body, the feel of her against me intoxicating.
“Fuck, look at you,” I murmured, another pull of her perfect pussy. “You own me, Kit Sinclair. Body and soul.”
Her grin lit up her face, and I wondered how I had survived all this time without her. It was like I’d been walking around with half of my heart; she’d had the other piece this entire time.
Every second she drove me further and further. Every grind of her hips; every push of her hand on my chest as she leant forward; every grip on my thighs as she leaned back for a new, deeper angle. It all had me cursing under my breath, swearing to never let her leave again.
All at once, I needed more. Pulling her body down to mine, a hand pressed to her back, I turned, swapping us around so she was beneath me.
The shock across her face was chased away by another soul-tearing smile. “Getting bored?”
“You were perfect. You’re always so fucking perfect.” I punctuated each word with a kiss on her lips. “I want to show you what we’ve been missing out on all these years.”
I slid back inside of her, watching her eyes roll back as I went in hard and deep. Burying my head in the crook of her neck, I kissed and sucked while I thrust forward, needing the closeness. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me in, as if she felt the same as I did.
Her hair fell around her head like a golden crown. She knew her power, understood the hold she had over me. Beneath me, Kit was raw and untangled.
I stretched my arm down towards her clit, trying to bring her to the edge, wanting to watch her fall apart.
“I’m close,” she exhaled.
“So am I.” I could already feel the building anticipation. It was embarrassingly quick; I still didn’t know how to hold back with her – didn’t want to either.
When I finally felt her tighten around my cock, I was done for.
Her body stiffened and shuddered under mine, and hearing her breathless moan, her fingers gripping and scratching down my back, it pulled me down with her.
With my own cry, my body went limp, and I had to do the best I could to stop my weight from crushing her, but my feet had stopped responding, my mind blank.
The world around me disappeared until there was only her. The scent of sweat on her skin, the heat of her body, the pull and drag of her core, the friction of her skin against mine.
Lifting my head, my gaze found hers, the blue deeper than I’d ever seen it. “You okay?” I asked, clearing her hair from her forehead before I could collect myself enough to roll from her.
“Better.” She smiled. “You?”
“I’m good,” I managed, my voice still hoarse.
I didn’t know how to tell her that with her I’d never be less than okay. That my world felt complete around her. That the idea of making anyone else fit in the Kit Sinclair-shaped hole in my heart felt closer to a cruel joke than reality.
There was only her.
There could only ever be her.
She’d kept my heart for thirteen years. And now, I was sure that she’d hold it forever.
“So, what is this about?” Kit lay on her side, her warm body tucked beside mine. She eyed up the tattoo across my collarbone, trailing her fingers along it, sending sparks down my spine. My arm stretched under her body, pulling her close, my hand pressing at the low of her back.
We’d cleaned up, washing each other in her ensuite with her expensive shower gel. I smelt like her now, and I was almost sure I was willing to start using her fancy brand if it meant I could keep her around like this.
My head tilted back against the pillow, a heavy sigh escaping me. “It’s complicated.”
“I’m sure you can keep it simple.”
With those blue eyes looking up at me, there was no way I could say no. It was a tactic that Scottie had learned over the years, and it turned out I was as helpless to her mother.
I rubbed a hand along my face, pulling up the courage to tell her. “It’s coordinates.”
“I gathered that.”
“To our lodge.” Her body stilled against mine as I continued, “I was drunk one night. It was after a tournament for another player, and he kept talking about how he was getting this tattoo for the girl he’d loved when he was nineteen.
He was an absolute wreck. And I knew exactly how he felt.
” My gaze caught on hers again. “I knew what it was like to never move on.”
“So, you got this…” Her finger slid around each digit, delicate and soft.
I closed my eyes and admitted, “It felt like a way to keep you close. All I had was the note, and this…it made the mark you left visible.”
She didn’t say anything. Instead, her hands tightened on my body, rolling over my muscles as she asked in a whisper, “Was there ever anyone else? You know, who came close?”
My head shook. “It was hard to get really close to anyone. With travelling for work, stable relationships were nearly impossible.”
“Just like we’d thought it would be?”
I nodded. It hurt to think that if we had tried back then, we might not be here. Might not be able to stand the sight of each other. From heartbreak or a separation gone sour.
“What about you?” I dared to ask, bracing myself for the worst news.
“Nobody. I tried, you know, to move on. A couple of times it almost got serious. They started talking about marriage or moving in,” she admitted, and I had to take a second to cool the jealous spike that suddenly pierced my heart.
It wasn’t fair, but it stung nonetheless.
“I put them off for as long as possible, trying to keep them at arm’s length, convincing myself I needed time.
” A pregnant pause followed before she continued, “We were smart to know that wouldn’t work for us,” Kit finalised with a small smile.
“I assume you’re not planning on staying in town for very long? ”
“No,” I admitted. “If Scottie agrees, I’ve got a training camp in Rhodes I’d like to take her to. I’ll be back. I don’t want to lose you again.”
“I don’t want that either,” she said. “I’m willing to make this work.”
Before, we were trapped between our careers and each other. Now, older, what we wanted from the future was more aligned. She was in a better place. There wasn’t anything keeping us apart.
“What about Scottie?” I asked. “Do we tell her we know each other? I don’t think lying would help.”
She shook her head. “It’s not lying. It’s been years. Do we really know each other anymore?”
I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from responding too quickly. Even with all the time that had passed, she still had the same laugh, the same face. She was the same Kit I remembered. After thirteen years, I had found her.
I couldn’t let that go easily.
But I knew there had to be some truth to her words.
I wasn’t the same man, but I was willing to put in the time to get to know this version of her.
I’d trace the faint lines across her face, commit them to memory just as I’d done the curves of her body.
Kiss each new mark and learn all their secrets.
Talking to her had always been easy. If it had taken me only eleven days to fall for her the first time, surely this could be the same.
“I want to,” I admitted. “With Scottie, I need to see that through. I might not have known about her father, but I was a cog in the machine. I failed her, and I want to make it right.”
“I understand. But she was made for more than she’s doing now. Maybe you can come back tomorrow, talk to her yourself.”
“I can do that,” I answered, squeezing her tightly. We were going to do this. Give us a chance. “She knows me by Jon, by the way.”
“Jon. How very American of you.”
“What can I say?” I said, “I didn’t feel much like going by Jonah. It didn’t sound right after you.”
Every time I heard my name, it stung. Missing her accent, my name rounded and drawn out, almost melodious. So, Jon I’d become. Even my family noticed a shift, said Jon suited me after my time away despite being unable to put their fingers on what had changed and why.
I knew it was her. Her fingerprints left all over me. The heartbreak she’d left me with. Nobody had called me Jonah in years. Not until I arrived on her doorstep.
“I’m so glad you met her,” I admitted. “Scottie, I mean. I know how much that must mean to you.” Seeing Kit now, I could tell she was her entire self. Even at the lodge, I could see the pain she carried with her. Now, she seemed lighter. Complete.
“I’m glad you found her too.” Her voice nearly broke as she carried on, “If you hadn’t, then she might still be with her father. She wouldn’t know what he had done.” Her eyes met mine. “And in a way, you saved me too.”
My arms tightened, rolling her body into mine. “You set me on my own course. I needed you so much more than I ever knew.”
Her breath warmed the skin of my chest, our legs tangled beneath the sheets. For a moment, there was only the soft hum of her breathing, the weight of everything unspoken pressing gently between us.
“I guess it was always going to come back to this,” she whispered.
I pushed a tendril of honey-blonde hair back behind her ear, asking, “To us?”
Her hand found mine, fingers interlocking as she rested on my chest. “To unfinished stories.”
I kissed her hair, the scent clinging to me like memory. And for the first time in thirteen years, I didn’t feel lost anymore.
I was finally home.
With her, wherever she was, I’d be home.