Chapter 25
Josephine
“And what, exactly, are you making there?”
This cameraman is acting like he’s auditioning for the role of documentary filmmaker this morning.
He’s standing unnecessarily close to Mrs. Lansbury as she peels fresh ginger root. His bulky frame towers over her, and the camera is so close it almost grazes her shoulder as he swoops in for a different angle.
When she shoots me yet another wary glance, I can’t help but jump in and save her.
“I’ll take it from here,” I announce, prying the paring knife from her grip.
With a sigh and a grateful smile, she takes off toward the pantry.
I turn on the cameraman, offer a saccharine smile, and point the knife in his direction. “Nate, was it?”
“Yep,” he confirms as he adjusts the lens. He’s been here since before we woke up. I know, because he was roaming the upstairs hallway when I crept down from the Nest.
“Right. You’re standing too close to me, Nate. The contract states that your presence cannot interfere with anyone’s ability to perform daily tasks and functions. Currently, you’re interfering.”
It really does pay to have a best friend majoring in prelaw.
He chortles, but takes two steps back, giving me enough room to at least finish peeling slivers of ginger.
I make quick work of getting everything into the pot on the stove and give it a good stir. Already, the aroma of the anti-inflammatory tea Mrs. Lansbury started for Nicky permeates the air.
“It appears there are too many cooks in the kitchen,” Kylian announces, bypassing his usual seat at the island to come stand behind me.
He peers over my shoulder, then quietly kisses the side of my neck the camera can’t see.
“We should have stayed in the Nest,” he murmurs, a hand trailing against the cotton covering my stomach.
Each caress is strategically placed so as not to be documented by the insufferable lens of the camera. Little touchpoints, just for me.
I lean back so our bodies barely brush, and he hums low. It’s a recognition of how badly he wants to hold me, but it’s also a warning.
In my periphery, Nate shifts, trying to not so subtly capture our embrace.
My mood sours further… fucking Nate. Fucking feature.
“I promised Nicky I’d go with him to his appointment.” Murmuring low seems to make it difficult for the mics to capture our conversation, so we’ve been doing a lot of that over the last couple of days. “I want to get this tea brewing quickly so it’s ready when he comes down.”
“There’s an outing planned for today?” Nate’s inched closer again, camera still in one hand. Now he’s holding a rolled-up piece of paper in the other and squinting at the page.
“Not for you, there isn’t.”
The cameraman shoots a glare at Kylian, but Kylian’s completely unaffected.
He has the least at stake with SportsZone. He doesn’t have NIL contracts to be concerned about. Although he’s required to be on camera as part of his roommate agreement, he’s rarely the primary focus of the footage.
“If there’s an opportunity—”
“Nicholas has an appointment with a medical professional,” Kylian says, cutting Nate off. “Per the contract, he’s not required to disclose any medical information. If you have questions or don’t understand HIPPA, I suggest you contact Misty.”
Shut. down.
Grumbling something unintelligible, Nate lowers his camera. He sets it on the island countertop so it’s pointing in our direction, then stalks off toward the living room.
Kylian snags a dish towel from the handle of the oven and drapes it over the lens.
“Whoops.”
I meet his gaze and finally allow myself to laugh. To really laugh. God, this whole situation is absurd.
He catches me around the waist and spins until I’m backed up against the side of the fridge.
“Cameras can’t see us here,” he confirms, tilting my head to the side to expose my neck.
Groaning, he captures me in a deep, passionate kiss.
My clit throbs with need—like he didn’t already get me off three times this morning.
He sweeps his tongue against mine. “I can still taste my cum in your mouth, dirty girl.”
With a hand at my throat, he pins me to the fridge. “As soon as the cameras are gone, I’m going to fuck you on every surface of this kitchen.”
I kiss him back, my breath coming in heavy pulls as I lose myself in the caresses of his tongue and the strain of his fingers wrapped around my throat.
“Are you wet for me, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I pant.
“Still, or again?”
Boldly, I dip two fingers into the front of my shorts and swirl my fingertips around my opening.
“Again,” I confess, lifting my hand to show Kylian the proof.
He squeezes my neck with a growl, then clamps his mouth around my fingers and sucks them clean.
“You like it when I’ve got my hand on your throat, don’t you? You like it almost as much as when I’ve got my tongue up your cunt. And when Kendrick’s got a finger in your ass.”
I squirm, which he reads as a cue to loosen his grip.
“Don’t let go,” I counter, grasping his wrist and guiding his hand back to my neck. “Harder,” I practically beg.
He does as I ask, and my pulse picks up, along with the throbbing of my clit.
“Fuck. You look so hot with my hand gripping you, baby. I wonder if I could talk you to orgasm just like this.”
Blood whooshes in my ears, and my vision goes fuzzy on the edges in the most delicious, promising way.
“Would you like that? If I told you all about how I want to fuck you while one of the boys chokes you with their cock?”
He kisses me again, stealing what little oxygen I have access to.
“Who do you want it to be? Who’s fucking your face while I pound you into the mattress?”
“Decker,” I answer instantly.
With a chuckle, he squeezes my throat again, then moves his free hand to my lips. I open without instruction, whimpering when he murmurs, “Good girl.”
“You loved having Decker’s fat cock in your mouth Friday night, didn’t you, baby?” He presses two fingers into my mouth and drags them back and forth against my tongue. “You’re desperate to get him off again and to make us all watch, aren’t you, dirty girl?”
“Yes,” I rasp. Saliva dribbles down my chin, and carnal passion heats me from the inside out.
“Yes what?” Kylian demands, sticking his fingers so far down my throat I nearly gag.
“Yes, Daddy,” I purr, trying so damn hard not to cough.
“Good girl.”
Suddenly, he pulls back. He removes his hand from my mouth and the other from around my throat. Then he shifts away and puts a bit of space between us; enough that I stumble forward, horny and practically delirious.
“You better get going,” he deadpans, swatting my bum when I gape at him.
“Are you kidding me right now?” I hiss, just as Nate returns.
Kylian reaches for my coffee mug and brings it to his lips to hide his grin.
I’ve been cockblocked by cameras. Edged to the point of delirium, then left wanting because of Nate.
Fucking Nate.
I ought to knee him in the—
“Jo.”
My head snaps up, heart still pounding, as I meet Kylian’s gaze.
“Locke’s waiting for you,” he reminds me with a wink and the smuggest smile.