Chapter 29 #2
“Don’t you get it? I’m over here risking my own neck to apologize to you, because are you watching the room?
There are at least three sets of Ice Mafia eyes on us as we speak, making sure I don’t say anything to upset you,” she explains with a saccharin smile.
“It’s pretty clear which girl is at the top of the food chain in here, so trust me when I say you won’t have to worry about our so-called rules ever again. ”
As apologies go, I’ve heard better, but still, I can appreciate the effort. She doesn’t want to become persona non grata with the guys on the team and needs to blow smoke up my ass just like they all do with Violet and Kennedy.
Hey, I’m good with that.
“We’re cool, Brittney.”
Later in the night, the noise starts to blur together, and Bass notices before I say a word.
“You ready to disappear?” he asks, eyes dark and intent.
“Yeah,” I breathe, already leaning into him. “I’ve been ready.”
His room feels smaller than I remember, warmer, charged, and the second the door closes behind us, he backs me against it, one hand braced above my head while the other settles at my hip.
“You good?” he asks, serious despite the heat in his eyes.
“I’m very good,” I say, sliding my hands under his jersey.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
I smirk. “Just tonight?”
“Okay, since I’ve met you,” He laughs softly, then sobers, forehead pressing to mine. “I love you, Kai Vega. Don’t ever forget that.”
The words land deep and solid, no fear attached.
“I love you too,” I say, and mean it with my whole chest.
The kiss that follows is hungry and unrestrained, mouths and hands relearning each other, clothes discarded in a careless trail as we move toward the bed, laughter breaking through the urgency because it finally feels easy again.
“Don’t ever leave me alone this long again, Kai,” he presses the words into my skin.
“Don’t ever lie to me again,” I tell him.
“I’ve learned my lesson,” he says as he peppers kisses along my collarbone. “But have you?”
“And what lesson is that?” I tease.
“When you keep denying me what’s mine, I only become hungrier for it, baby.”
Before I can playfully respond, I exhale a harsh breath because he tosses me over so I’m face down on the bed. “Head down, and ass up, Vega.”
When he just uses my last name, I know I’m about to get it in all the right ways a woman can.
I grip the comforter of his bed and wiggle my hips to prepare myself for the pleasure I’m about to feel.
Things move quickly.
He slides a few of his thick fingers between my folds, making me grow wetter with each stroke, then he slides two of them inside of me as I let out a soft moan. “Yes, Bass,” I coax him to push them deeper. “That feels so good.”
“I bet it does,” he growls, kissing my back as he continues to finger fuck me from behind, and my need for him grows larger with each passing second. “You’d better beg if you want more.”
“Please, Bass.”
“You’ll have to beg better than that,” he says gruffly. “I just won the game for you tonight. Do you think you deserve this good dick?”
The dirtier he talks, the more I beg, which is precisely the point. Everything I hate about alpha athletes and their over-the-top behavior is exactly everything that drives me insane when the two of us fuck each other.
After a few more minutes of his relentless teasing, I’m wetter than I think I’ve ever been and damn near close to tears. “Morelli!” I protest. “Stop playing around and fuck me now.”
Like a damn movie villain, he’s chuckling as I turn my head around and watch him roll the condom on his incredibly thick member. “Now, that’s proper begging, Vega. And for that, I’m going to reward the fuck out of you.”
His breath is harsh as he pushes himself inside of me, and I squeal in pleasure from the fullness.
“Shh,” he warns as he fucks me harder. “We still have guests in the house. You don’t want them to know just how much you love this dick inside of you, do you?”
The music downstairs is loud, but he’s right; I might just be louder, so I bite down on the blanket, which smells like a mixture of fabric softener and him.
“Bass,” I say gruffly into the sheets. “I’m going to come.”
“Already?” he chuckles. “Uh-uh.”
He abruptly pulls himself out of me, and I feel instantly lost without him. He flips me over on my back, resting on his calves, then slides my hips up his thighs. In this position, my hips are tilted up high as he grips my legs and enters me again.
“We come together,” he tells me through a lustfully thick voice. “Or we don’t come at all.”
It feels exquisitely good.
“Then you better hurry,” I tell him right back.
He’s biting the corner of his mouth as he serves me with deep, punishing strokes. One hand cradles the side of my hips, and the other lies palm flat on my stomach. We stare at each other with a fierocity that almost frightens me. Because suddenly I realize, I don’t just desire Bass––I need him.
Soon his eyes soften, and his touches become slow and careful, like he’s reminding me he’s here and he’s not going anywhere. When we both climax, I arch my back and do everything in my power not to scream bloody murder.
“Shit, that was good,” I exhale.
“Yeah, we’re definitely good together.”
He pulls me into his arms, and then we lie on our sides in bed staring into each other’s eyes like we’re the stars of our own little private romance movie. As I curl into him, breathless and warm, everything quiets except for the soft thump of hip-hop music downstairs.
“You happy?” he asks as I trace lazy circles on his chest.
“You know I am,” I whisper back.
“If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked.” He kisses my hair and holds me tighter. “I’m just so fucking glad you found your way back to me, baby. I was lost.”
“Me too,” I sigh, kissing the area right where his heart lives.
And for the first time in weeks, happiness doesn’t feel foreign or fragile.
It feels like something earned.
Something…beautiful.