13. Lyrius #2
A low laugh left his chest at that, and God .
. . hearing him laugh that close did something dangerous to me.
I focused back on wrapping the bandage around his knuckles, trying not to think about how good he smelled, how warm his skin felt against mine, or how the muscles in his arms flexed every time he moved. Focus, Lyrius.
“All done,” I said softly after taping the bandage down. “Good as new.”
KO looked down at his hand before his eyes slowly lifted back to mine.
“You always knew how to take care of me.” His words hit harder than they should’ve, and suddenly, we weren’t standing in my kitchen anymore.
We were young and stupid and completely obsessed with each other again.
My heart was damn near beating out of my chest as KO’s eyes dropped to my mouth.
Whatever was moving between us, he felt it, too.
Then, out of nowhere, he closed the space between us and kissed me.
Before I could open my mouth to let his tongue glide inside, he pulled back almost immediately.
“Fuck. My bad,” he muttered under his breath as he took a step back, and maybe I should’ve let him walk away.
Maybe I should’ve remembered every reason this was a bad idea.
Instead, I said what the hell, grabbed the front of his shirt, and kissed him back.
That was all it took for KO’s hand to slide around my waist and lift me onto the counter.
My legs wrapped around him automatically while his tongue slid into my mouth.
The way this man held my curves hadn’t changed at all.
It was like five years of damage disappeared between us, and our bodies remembered each other before our minds could catch up.
His hands slid beneath my pajama top, pushing the material and finding my breast with one hand while the other one found its way into my pajama pants.
Following his lead, I rushed my hands into the waistband of his sweats and pulled his hard dick free.
He was still thick and long, and damn, it still took two hands to hold him properly.
His fingers slid between my thighs and into my wetness, and a shaky breath escaped my lips.
“Mmm.” KO groaned low the second he realized how wet I already was for him, and I was almost embarrassed. My pussy was acting too easy for him, and she needed to have some damn decorum.
“Lyrius. Damn, Bad.” His forehead dropped against mine, and I damn near fell apart. It had been so long since I heard my nickname roll off his lips.
“Pussy still Niagara Falls.” His fingers moved slowly at first, rubbing me carefully, learning me again, while my thighs kept trying to close around his hand, and he kept pulling them apart.
“Ooh . . .” My head fell back slightly. “KO . . .” His other hand slid higher beneath my shirt until it wrapped around my breast, squeezing gently before his thumb brushed across my nipple. That little touch made my entire body jerk. I was cumming already.
“Still sensitive as hell,” he muttered against my mouth.
I could barely breathe at this point. Hell, I could barely think.
My hands tightened around him while his fingers kept working between my legs.
Then suddenly, he pulled his hand away, and before I could catch up to what was happening, he pulled his hand up, covered in my juices, and popped it into his mouth.
“Damn,” he muttered. “Still sweet, too.” The words barely finished leaving his mouth before his hands grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the counter, hard.
“KO.” I wasn’t even sure what I was trying to say anymore. I didn’t know if I wanted us to slow down, stop, or think. However, none of those words ever made it out before he pushed inside me.
“Ooh . . . yes!” I moaned as my walls stretched to accommodate him.
“Fuck.” He groaned against my mouth, and my head fell back instantly from the pleasure, and suddenly, I couldn’t hold on to a single thought.
Not the hole in my wall. Not Dakoda asleep down the hall.
Not the fact that he hated me. All I could think about was him and how he still felt exactly how I remembered.
Better than I remembered, actually. Every stroke into me was knocking the air out of my lungs.
KO was fucking me so damn good it made it impossible to pretend I didn’t love him, and the way he was looking at me like he still saw me while he stroked into me—like after everything I’d done—he still wanted me. Like there was still hope.
Hope was a dangerous thing, especially for somebody like me, but somewhere between his dick stretching my walls, my juices coating him, and the way he kept saying my name, my heart started doing something reckless.
It started hoping for a future, one where Dakoda got both his parents.
One where KO forgave me. One where I wasn’t spending the rest of my life paying for the worst decision I’d ever made.
“Look at me,” he said roughly, and the command alone made my breath catch.
“Yes!” My fingers scrambled for something to hold on to while he rocked me on the counter. Somewhere beside us, my wine glass tipped over completely and hit the floor. Neither one of us even looked; we kept with the rhythm. I kept rolling my hips into him, and he kept pounding into me with no care.
“Missed this pussy?” I breathed shakily before I could stop myself.
“You know I did.” KO let out a rough laugh and continued his pursuit of fucking the shit out of me. The confession sent another wave of emotion crashing through me, making tears burn at the back of my eyes.
“Ooh shit . . .” I moaned quietly when his pace got rougher.
“Keep making those sounds,” he muttered against my mouth. “I missed hearing you.” My legs tightened around his waist automatically while his hand gripped my thigh harder, and my moans mixed with the sound of our skin slapping together.
“Oh my God!” I cried out, and the kitchen suddenly felt too loud. “KO . . .” I whispered urgently, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Dakoda—”
“He sleep.” He groaned immediately, like he was trying to convince both of us to stay in the moment. He buried his face against my neck and intensified his strokes. “But you gotta hold all that noise down, Bad,” he said roughly, as if he wasn’t just begging me to come undone.
“Please . . .” I whimpered, and he covered my mouth with his, swallowing my moans.
“Mhm.”
“It’s so good!” I could feel the pleasure building fast. My forehead pressed against his while both of us struggled to breathe through his quick thrusts into me.
“I’m cumming!” His hand slid up my back as he pushed deeper into me, and suddenly, I was coming apart against him with his name falling from my lips.
“KO!”
“Damn,” KO cursed softly, gripping my hips tighter while his forehead dropped against my shoulder, and his dick released all over my walls.
For a few seconds, neither one of us moved.
We just stayed there, breathing hard and trying to come back down from our sex high.
My forehead rested against his shoulder while his arms stayed wrapped around me, and for a second, I let myself believe that the after-sex regret wouldn’t hit, and then KO slowly pulled out of me.
And I saw reality settle back over the kitchen in real time.
I watched as his eyes swept over me, and he immediately pulled his sweats up.
His hands swiped over his face, and regret flashed in his eyes so quickly it almost made my chest hurt.
“Fuck,” he muttered, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. “We can’t do this.”
I nodded. It was the confirmation my heart had already been bracing for. I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I replied quietly. “I know.”
I slid off the counter slowly and grabbed my pajama pants from the floor. I didn’t even bother putting them back on. I just held them against my chest while hurrying off toward my bedroom, feeling stupid as hell for letting myself forget people like me didn’t really get a happily ever after.