Chapter 15
Fifteen
KAI
I’m not going to lie.
Bass’s words support the size of his ego. I’ve never come like that in my life, and I’m afraid that it could become addictive. I may be jumping the gun, but I don’t want to become the girl who is stalking the hockey star, begging to be fucked every day.
That would just be sad.
“What are you so deep in thought about, beautiful?” His deep voice interrupts my obsessive thoughts as he playfully traces a figure eight on my stomach.
I stare at him for a moment, appreciating the view. Some athletes have long, lean bodies, and others are muscular and stocky, but Bass’s body is chiseled perfection, like a Greek god. Zero body fat but no crazy looking steroid body either.
As he stares back at me, his facial expression is one I’m not used to seeing from him…awe. And if I’m the reason for it, now I’m really fucking scared.
“I have another negotiation term,” I say, doing my best to keep my voice light and without tension.
“I’m not sure what’s left to negotiate for,” he smiles. “Your clothes are off. I made you come. You definitely made me come. I’d say the contract between us is signed, sealed, and delivered. Several times over.”
“I still have a few tricks up my sleeve,” I flirt with him. “You haven’t had me on all fours yet.”
“Damn, Vega,” he mutters, and I watch him rub his growing length under the sheet. “You’re going to keep me in bed all day with your sexy behind. Okay, what’s your ask?”
I like how Bass is so easy.
Which is why I almost feel bad for what I’m about to say.
“I’m a woman involved in a man’s sport. I would probably set back my program five years if my professor ever found out that we were sleeping together. It’s not professional. Honestly, it’s a little cliche.”
His fingers stop tracing my skin, and the mood suddenly shifts between us. It’s evident that he’s not liking what I’m saying.
“This feels like a cliche to you?” he asks icily.
“Not to me, but it would look like that to everyone else.” To be fair, what I’m saying is true. It’s just kind of shitty to bring it up after he fucked me so damn well.
“So you want to keep me a secret?” he asks in disbelief. “Me?”
“Is that so hard to believe?” I chuckle.
“This isn’t funny to me, Vega.”
“Morelli,” I quickly change my demeanor. “Our working relationship is not a secret, just this part would be. This part is just for us. I mean…if you’re interested in continuing it.”
He pauses for a moment, and a small ball forms in the pit of my stomach. Does he want to continue sleeping with me?
“So, you're asking for whatever happens inside these four walls to be your secret," he says finally, but his tone isn't angry—it's thoughtful.
"I'm asking you to be patient with me while I navigate something I've never done before."
"What's that?"
"Mixing business with pleasure. Caring about someone enough to risk everything I've worked for." The admission slips out before I can stop it.
His eyes soften at that, and he shifts to look at me more directly. "You care about me?"
"Don't let it go to your head, Morelli."
He laughs, low and warm. "Too late. It's already there." He traces my jawline with his thumb. "Okay. I can work with discrete."
"Really?" Frankly, I’m relieved. I don’t want to stop any of this before it even starts.
"Really. But I have conditions too."
"Such as?"
"No pretending you don't know me in public. No acting like I'm just your assignment that you can’t wait to be finished with. And definitely no flirting with Jack Morrison to make me jealous."
I can't help but smile. "I wasn't flirting with Jack."
“I’m not sure that’s how he saw it, but good, because I don't share well. Even if nobody knows, I don’t share.”
The possessive edge in his voice sends heat racing through me again. "Noted."
"And," he continues, his hand sliding down to rest on my hip, "when this project is over and we graduate, we do this right. No more hiding. No more pretending this is just physical."
“We slept together once,” I grin. “And you’re already planning our future?”
“Correction, we slept together three times and it’s about to be a fourth, on all fours, me pounding your pussy into the headboard.”
My core aches for him, and as if his spidey senses are on alert, his hand slides between my folds.
He leans down to kiss me, soft and sure. “Do you agree to my terms, Kai Vega?”
My hips lift to meet his hand, and my heart does something acrobatic in my chest. This is dangerous territory—the kind that leads to real feelings and messy complications and all the things I've spent my college career avoiding.
But looking into Bass's eyes, seeing the way he's looking at me like I'm something precious, I am unable to come up with a way to back out of this.
"Deal," I whisper.
"Deal," he agrees, sealing it with another kiss that makes me forget why I was worried about anything in the first place.
I squeal when he suddenly lifts me off the bed and turns me over.
“Ass up, head down, Vega,” he thickly orders.
I laugh and wiggle my ass, so excited for what’s about to come. “You’re not going to be laughing in a minute,” he warns. “You’re going to be moaning for more and then for me to stop.”
“Less talking and more action, Morelli,” I challenge.
He playfully slaps one of my ass cheeks, and the vibration feels delicious as it rumbles through my core. “Your wish is my command.”
After a moment of him rolling on his fourth condom of the day, I suck in a breath as the tip of Bass’s enormous dick penetrates the entrance of my pussy. My walls are slightly swollen from our previous sessions, so it feels even tighter now.
“Shit,” I say as I clench the fitted flowered sheet on my bed.
“Not doing all that laughing now, are you, beautiful?”
He takes his time, entering me from behind, making sure not to hurt me but taking delight in my initial discomfort.
It’s obvious that Bass knows he’s packing, but the real treat is that he knows exactly what to do with it.
He’s not trying to prove anything by ramming the hell out of me with it.
My pleasure is paramount. That I can see for sure, and that shit is sexy as hell.
“Bass–” I moan, delighting in the fullness of him.
“Yes, baby.”
“Harder.”
He slides a hand in my curls, tilts my head up, and whispers in my ear, “You don’t have all of me inside of you yet, greedy girl.”
Damn, I don’t?
“Then give me all of you,” I tell him.
“I’m not trying to hurt you, Vega,” he says.
“Nunca podrías hacerme dano, Morelli,” I tell him he could never hurt me in Spanish. I’m pretty sure he has no idea what I said, but my use of the language clearly turns him on, and he gives me exactly what I asked for.
All of him.
I scream in pure pleasure as Bass rhythmically fucks me balls deep into the headboard of my bed.
“You better lower your voice if you want to keep us a secret,” he teases through guttural moans of his own.
“Yesss,” I hiss. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet.”
“I can’t wait much longer.”
“You love this dick?”
“Yesss!” I tell him.
“You wait for me to come with you, and I’ll give you more.”
“Morelli,” I whine. Then I remember a trick I saw on one of those erotic movies for women. I reach a hand through my legs and fondle his balls.
“Dammit, Vega!”
I’ve got him.
Who knew soft porn would be so valuable?
“I’m coming, baby,” he growls. “Come with me.”
Finally.
I think this dude could literally keep me in bed all day if I let him. His stamina is incredible.
Our release is almost in unison. He comes first with a deep roar, and I follow quickly with a high-pitched exhalation. We both fall into the sheets, panting heavily, covered in a thin layer of sweat.
“That was–” I start.
“Fucking amazing,” he finishes. He rolls me over and gently kisses one of my nipples, then the other. “I’m a lucky fucking guy.”
“You are,” I agree.
“And you are too,” he smirks. “Too bad you can’t tell the world on my social media how good I am in bed. That would make me real popular."
“I wonder,” I laugh. “What girl gassed you up and made you think you were so great in bed?”
“There were many, but you just confirmed what I already suspected. It’s fucking true.”
“You’re such an ass.”
“And you’ve got such a great ass.”
He slides his hands under my butt and places his mouth on my clit.
“Bass,” I moan, sliding a hand in his hair. “I can’t.”
“This is my pussy now, Vega. It belongs to me. Let me take care of it.”
I didn’t think it was possible to want this man even more than I already do, but I let my guard down and allowed him to take care of me the rest of the afternoon. Hands down, it was the best day I’ve ever spent.
Some fairytale shit.
My head is spinning.
Maybe this arrangement could really work. Maybe I can have the best of both worlds.
And for once, just maybe I could dare to be happy.